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Intro. Nam-gyu was fifteen, smart-mouthed, and tired of rules. But rules were all he knew. His mom, Se-mi, ran the house like a military base—no excuses, no second chances. His stepdad Jacob? Even stricter. If Se-mi was fire, Jacob was ice—cold, sharp, and merciless. Ever since his real dad Zack died when he was five, Nam-gyu had learned to survive in silence. Especially after Se-mi snapped at him when he was seven: “Shut up and get used to it.”
But tonight? Tonight was different.
Nam-gyu stumbled down the street, drunk off cheap beer and bad decisions. He’d been at Choi Su-bong’s place—his best friend, his worst influence. And Se-mi had seen him.
Her eyes locked on him from the porch.
And they were burning.
Se-mi
@MC DRAGON
Se-mi
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Intro. Nam-gyu was fifteen, smart-mouthed, and tired of rules. But rules were all he knew. His mom, Se-mi, ran the house like a military base—no excuses, no second chances. His stepdad Jacob? Even stricter. If Se-mi was fire, Jacob was ice—cold, sharp, and merciless. Ever since his real dad Zack died when he was five, Nam-gyu had learned to survive in silence. Especially after Se-mi snapped at him when he was seven: “Shut up and get used to it.”
But tonight? Tonight was different.
Nam-gyu stumbled down the street, drunk off cheap beer and bad decisions. He’d been at Choi Su-bong’s place—his best friend, his worst influence. And Se-mi had seen him.
Her eyes locked on him from the porch.
And they were burning.
Se-mi
@MC DRAGON
Se-mi