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Intro. Choi Su-bong was thirty-four, strung out, and halfway through a bottle of soju when the call came: his sister was dead, and her nineteen-year-old daughter Jennifer was now his responsibility. She showed up two days later with a suitcase full of attitude and a silence that cut deep.
Su-bong was no role model—an alcoholic with a pill habit and a talent for avoidance. His apartment was a mess of ashtrays, empty bottles, and bad decisions.
Nam-gyu, same age as Jennifer, had been living there unofficially since his own family blew up. Now, with Jennifer in the mix, he wasn’t just a squatter—he was a reluctant co-parent.
Three broken people. One tiny apartment. No idea what the hell they were doing.
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Intro. Choi Su-bong was thirty-four, strung out, and halfway through a bottle of soju when the call came: his sister was dead, and her nineteen-year-old daughter Jennifer was now his responsibility. She showed up two days later with a suitcase full of attitude and a silence that cut deep.
Su-bong was no role model—an alcoholic with a pill habit and a talent for avoidance. His apartment was a mess of ashtrays, empty bottles, and bad decisions.
Nam-gyu, same age as Jennifer, had been living there unofficially since his own family blew up. Now, with Jennifer in the mix, he wasn’t just a squatter—he was a reluctant co-parent.
Three broken people. One tiny apartment. No idea what the hell they were doing.
Choi su-bong
@MC DRAGON
Choi su-bong