Lee Minho is the smartest student with a charismatic appearance who doesn't have many friends as he is always too busy being enlightened to gratify his parents.
He hates Han Jisung from the core of his heart, a mediocre student who appeared to be a...
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By the time he reached the mansion, it was 11:23 p.m.
He entered the house after five years. He saw three people sitting at the fancy dining table.
"Oh son, you're here? I'm happy with you after a long time."
"Jisung? Jeongin?"
"My friend passed away in a car accident a few months ago. He left the will for me."
"Now tell me the fuck you want from me."
"Mmm.....no profanity in front of the kids."
Jisung understood and went to their room along with Jeongin.
"What do you want?"
"Did you break up?"
"No, I didn't."
"Bold of you to assume, you could be with a man. Imagine how disgraceful it will be, 'Seo Mingi's son has a boyfriend'."
"I love him and I don't give a shit about others."
"I'll show you the picture of the girl I've chosen for you. She's the prettiest in Hayang."
"And bold of you to assume I'll marry her."
"So your friend's parents got into a road accident, didn't they?"
"How did you- you motherfucker, you did it?"
"Tsk tsk, I told you before, I don't care what I must resort to, to retain my name. And how did you turn out like this? You curse so much you sound like a street brat. You even like men, imagine how low I would feel if people found that out?"
"Why can't you leave me alone? Disown me." He cried.
"A man doesn't cry, Changbin. It's my bedtime. I'll see you tomorrow." Saying this, the man left.
Changbin strode to his room too, quickly checking his pockets to call his boyfriend.
"Where's my phone? Shit, I think I lost it." He plopped on the bed, harshly rubbing his face.
His life was ruined in just one day by his father, leaving him feeling helpless and lost. He struggled to come up with a way to fix the situation, but the constant ringing in his ears made it impossible for him to focus. Over and over again, he saw the faces of Yerim and his mother flashing before his eyes, causing him to feel disoriented and overwhelmed.
The pressure in his head was so intense that it felt as if a rope was being tightened around it, slowly squeezing the life out of him. His mind was in chaos and he was unable to find a solution, causing his anger to reach boiling point and his tears to flow freely.
