You know how there are certain people you should never mess with in life?

For example...

The son of a mob boss.

The kind of son where dozens of henchmen bow their heads and call him 'Young Master.'

The problem is... I found out about this twenty years too late.

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"Hey, Jo Minsung! Are you crying again? Crybaby! Look at the crybaby!"

Poke.

The one who shoved an earthworm in his face and made him wail? That was me.

The one who dragged him up a tall tree because he was scared, then climbed down alone when I heard dinner was ready, leaving him crying up there? That was me.

The one who hand-washed the sheets he peed on after watching a horror movie, only to tease him about it for years? That was me.

The one who suggested exchanging chocolates on Valentine's Day and then completely forgot about it? That was me.

The one who talked him into skipping school, got caught climbing the wall, and immediately betrayed him by running away alone? That was me.

Every time, I'd buy him vanilla ice cream and apologize to his tear-streaked face, but...

That was never going to be enough for a free pass.

Because... His father wasn't just some ordinary office worker.

He was a mob boss leading a massive criminal organization.

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I had no idea what Minsung's father did for a living. I just knew his parents were busy; I'd never heard a word about their work.

To me, Minsung's father was just a nice-looking middle-aged man who gave me generous pocket money whenever we met.

Since he'd smile and hand me cash during holidays or whenever we crossed paths, I actually liked him quite a bit when I was a kid.

But now, Jo Minsung isn't just my crybaby childhood friend anymore. He's the son of a mob boss whom I've made cry dozens of times. ..Sigh..

Having realized this recently, I really want to kick my past self's ass. Even a true villain wouldn't be this much of a nuisance or a jerk.

. . .

I have no choice. Sorry, you jerk Minsung. In the end, I'm sprinting away from my childhood friend again today.