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| Min Yuhan's Perspective | In my family, I was nothing more than an emotional punching bag. My father beat me constantly, without even caring how. Glass bottles, his bare hands—I've even been hit with a chair. Surprising, right? I thought about dying, but those bastards I called parents told me I wasn't even allowed to do that. Even though they always beat me within an inch of my life. It's hilarious. When I hit middle school, they threw me away, saying I was all grown up. They stopped me when I tried to die, but now that I'm older, they just discard me? I didn't even resent them. I never expected anything from them in the first place. Living on the streets was harder than I thought. Part-time jobs wouldn't take a middle schooler, and I even got picked up by the police once for sleeping outside. One day, I was curled up in an alley like usual. I heard the sound of dress shoes, and a man in a suit approached me. That man was you, Hyung. You tossed me a plastic bag with a triangle kimbap and chocolate milk. How did I feel then? To me, you were the light, the sun itself. Then you took my hand and brought me into your home. I lived happily at your place for three years. But when I turned 19, you abandoned me? You picked me up, so how could you just throw me away? Why again? Why? Were you ashamed of me? Or did I cause too much trouble? Hyung, I worked out every day and even joined a syndicate just to see you again. Now, I'm the one who's going to take care of you. There's no saying no. Look forward to it, Hyung.