Fifteen-year-old Youngjae struggles to find his place in life. Foreword It was too cramped in here. Youngjae could barely move a finger as he breathed on his brothers’ neck. He could smell the sweat off Daehyun, but he couldn’t escape it because to his left, Jongup was sleeping comfortably.Trembling, he slowly squeezed out from where he was sandwiched and made his way towards the window. Opening it slowly, he hungrily inhaled the fresh air of Seoul. His lungs burned with the new sensation and his eyes were stung by the crisp air. Running a hand through his hair, he grunted.Although he was surrounded by his brothers and fathers, Youngjae couldn’t have felt more lonely.