Hunger was something that one would feel, when they could not eat even if they wanted to. It was a truly terrible thing to experience. Every day would feel like hell. Minhyuk had once chosen to get locked up in a room to treat his eating addiction, but he could not overcome the hunger and ended up eating tissues to satisfy his stomach. Experiencing that hunger was really hell. However, he knew that his case was different from the other’s hunger. He was a person that had a lot, but still could not eat them because of his rare illness.

However, having experienced that hunger made him think of the people suffering from such a hell. Especially those little boys and girls! The children whose stomachs were empty because they had no money, no rice, nor hundreds of won for a bag of ramyeon. Were there people like that still in this day and age? Minhyuk thought hard and long about it and realized that there must be a lot of them. They must have just been out of sight and invisible to the public. That was why Minhyuk believed that they, as well as those people, should not experience such hell-like hunger. He knew the pain better than anyone else after all.

Then, the African boy in front of him suddenly asked him a question, “Can you please tell me who you are?” 

Minhyuk could not understand the intentions behind that question.

“...A person who likes to eat delicious things?” Minhyuk said, grinning as wide as he could...