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The gymnasium fell silent and the only thing Younghoon could hear was the sound of his own heavy breathing. He closed his eyes briefly before letting the ball leave his fingertips.

He heard it go through the net and felt as if he could cry from relief. He finally heard the crowd cheer and his teammates ran up to congratulate him on the winning shot.

"I wasn't sure you could do it," One of the boys on the team said, slapping Younghoon so hard on the back he was almost sent flying across the court.

The grin the formed on his face quickly faltered when he saw the empty spot in the bleachers where his parents had been seated only minutes prior. "Yeah, neither did I," he spoke, trying to push the thought of his parents' absence out of his mind.

"Very impressive, Mr Kim," the coach said as he hit Younghoon's shoulder, "your hard work in practice has really shown."

Younghoon felt as if his whole body would crumble if one more person hit him in some twisted way of congratulating him; however, he still bowed respectfully to his coach. "Thank you sir," he responded quietly.

After the gymnasium had cleared out, Younghoon collected his things and tried to sneak away without the other boys seeing him.

"Younghoon—ah! Are you leaving before we can celebrate?"

"I'm tired...I don't know if I'm up for anything," he said. It wasn't entirely a lie, he did feel exhausted from the strain on his body, but it wasn't the entire explanation why he wanted to leave.

"C'mon, you're the star of the game!" One of the boys yelled as he tried to convince Younghoon to join them in their post game shenanigans.

He regretfully shook his head, "Sorry guys but I've got a lot of homework—I can't stay out all night." Just before he turned to leave he flashed a quick smile, "next time I promise I'll be there."

All of the boys bid him goodbye and watched curiously as he choose abandon his teammates.

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"Uh...just this." Younghoon spoke hesitantly as he placed a bottle of soju in front of the cashier.

The man raised an eyebrow as he looked Younghoon up and down, "Your ID, kid?"

Pulling out his wallet, he searched for the ID he had bought off someone at school last year.

After examining the piece of plastic for what felt like hours the man set it back down on the counter and scanned the bottle.

When Younghoon pulled into his driveway, he turned off his headlights and grabbed the bag from his back seat. A long, drawn out sigh came out of him as he unscrewed the top and chugged as much as he could before his lungs burned for oxygen.

Younghoon wasn't an alcoholic, but he definitely relied on alcohol to suppress his emotions. He rarely drank enough to actually get drunk, just enough so he didn't feel as shitty.

Throwing the bottle in his back seat, he heard it clatter around with the others discarded on the floor. "Shit..." he whispered, not having noticed the buildup forming in his car, "I'll clean it out tomorrow."

After hiding the empty bottles under his seats, Younghoon grabbed his backpack and headed towards the house. He slowly pushed open the front door and tiptoed toward his room.

"Younghoon, come in here."

The sound of his father's voice make his heart drop to his stomach. He placed his backpack on the floor next to his room and took as long as he could to walk back to his father's office.

"Do you not respect me?"

Younghoon's head snapped up upon hearing the harsh tone the man had used. "Excuse me?" He asked quietly.

"You embarrassed me in front of the school," the man hissed, "You missed easiest shot of your life!"

"Father I...I made the winning shot tonight. It was just a mistake an—"

The man lifted his hand up, gesturing for Younghoon to stop rambling on about his sorry excuses. "I don't know why the hell I'm paying for private school if you play like you're attending a fucking public school!"

"I—"

"If continue to be so worthless to me we can make those arrangements!"

"I'm sorry..." Younghoon whispered, his eyes brimming with tears, "I'll do better next time."

"We're done with this conversation," the man gritted out.

Younghoon quickly bowed. "Yes sir," he said quickly before leaving the room. 

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I actually took the time to develop a good plot  for this book. I think that's why I never finish books because I never finish the plot beforehand. 

🤞🏻Praying this one turns out the way I want 

Thanks for reading