After Somin finally gets into a prestigious Art university, everything in her life turns upside down. What was once a secure plan to get closer to her boyfriend is now a mess. Her future is unknown, though already stained with heartache.
Will she p...
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Jeon Junu
Junusat at the dinner table in perfect silence. His mother wasn't speaking to him. Giving him the silent treatment so he came to his senses and started to behave. The young artist wasn't speaking either, being perfectly used to this uncomfortable atmosphere. Father wasn't here as usual. He dined alone in his office which was on the other side of the house. Basically bothered by the presence of his family. Only here and there checking on Junu's progress to calculate the worth of his son.
After dinner, Junu waited in his room a bit. Hypnotizing the clock like never before. Nobody came to check on him.
That's what I thought.
The daring boy changed to all black, not his comfort color, but for nightly escape the perfect choice. Clothes were stacked behind the secret loose floor tile underneath his bed. Junu loosened the tile himself to hide various memorabilia.
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His mother let the maid clean his room to its default catalog state regularly. In this house of hell, there was no space to customize or personalize. Even the smallest surface was cleaned to shine and checked thoroughly. His room wasn't always on the same floor or the same side of the building. It depended on how much the mother was bored. That was why he needed something stable to hold on to, which was merely impossible in this house, constantly moving and changing. His tile was secured, he made it especially difficult to open. Only from a specific angle, could you peek in. Spending enormous hours on the anonymous side of the internet trying to figure out these special hidden spaces.
Around his fifteenth birthday, he had started to collect small tokens for himself—wood bark, forest needles, and stones at the start.
"What is this garbage doing here?" Mother would say and there it went, his treasure to the trash can.
Young Junu had to become more careful, be more aware of the danger. He had to fulfill this deep-rooted urge to have a mini personal space somewhere. As he was learning to be smart on the internet, he collected more and more precious items.
Experimenting with cryptocurrency as the wider family sometimes made the mistake to give him cash on rare occasions, when his mother wouldn't see. It only took a few clever purchases to learn how to manage it.
"I need to live a little to not kill myself in this hellhole of marble and gold," he muttered to himself.
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