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02_Prelude to Misfortune

Children who were robbed of their dreams, sacrificed to the vain desires of parents who only wanted them to succeed. We were nothing more than puppets to our parents.

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02_Prelude to Misfortune

[Kim Jun-myeon's perspective]

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" "I spent so much money on you, and you're bringing me this!"

Oh, I'm dizzy. I don't know how many hours I stood there, getting beaten. If I stumbled even a little, my mother would get even angrier and beat me.

A few days ago, I took an important exam. It was a difficult exam, with many difficult questions, making it difficult for even the most gifted students to score above 90 points. I scored an average of 93.4, placing me fourth in the entire school. My mother was furious when she saw the results.

My mother couldn't contain her anger and ended up beating me. "Go in and start studying right now! If you fail the next test by more than this, you're finished!"

Without the energy to respond, I slowly walked to my room, my legs trembling. Behind me, I heard the sound of a vase shattering on the table. Not wanting to be hit any longer, I sped to my room.

Click- I closed the door and slumped against it, leaning against it, feeling helpless. My lower back and calves, where I'd been hit, were aching.

My mind was growing dizzy. I knew if I collapsed like this, I'd be in for an even bigger beating than I was today, so I barely managed to hold on. I sat on my chair at my desk, my legs trembling, and stared down at my workbook.

Hot tears begin to flow, a stark contrast to the cold warmth of the room. "Huh..."

Knowing that crying out loud would upset my mother in the living room, I quickly covered my mouth. Tears kept welling up from my eyes. It felt like my studies for today were over. Tears rolled down my cheeks and fell onto my knees.

As soon as hot tears touch the wound, the pain I had forgotten rises from the tips of my toes.

I think I lay down on the desk and cried silently for a while before falling asleep from exhaustion.

02_Prelude to Misfortune