── ❝ but who am I supposed to talk to? what am I supposed to do, if there's no you? ❞
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"I want to be a neurosurgeon!"
An innocent discussion was happening among academy friends about what the blossoming youth of Seoul desired in its future; to be an idol, to be an actor, to be rich. Such were the flights of fancy of many.
Y/N's smile was bright as her unexpected answer resonated within the walls of her academy. Some of her peers whistled in awe, while some were confused as to what she meant by that complex term. Not a lot of kids were interested in the medical field at the age of seventeen.
She, however, was interested in anything and everything that was difficult to reach. The harder the process, the more determined she became to wade through the treacle. Her parents were more than happy to nurture her dreams, even if they were horribly expensive. They shone with pride every time she set out her perfectly crafted plan in front of them──high school, college, job, no drop years and no room to falter. She would work herself to the bone if she absolutely had to, but she would rather die than steal the joy from their faces. Now that she had given them hope, she would protect it with everything she had.
