Myungsoo had been living on the streets and in the subway for a few years now. Once in a while, there would be a few benefactors who would drop a dollar or two in the small cardboard box in front of him, nobody would care enough to actually try and help him. Until someone grabs his hand and helps him. It seemed like a chance that fell from heaven, impossible, but it happened. ForewordThis should be short but knowing me, it will probably drag on pretty long. I really suck at writing descriptions... just some shameless advertising here: please check out my other fic, Vetitus Amoris Academy.