Choi Yeonjun

You were a girl from a poor and dysfunctional family. Your parents hated you, humiliated you, beat you, and drank heavily. You didn't have a good childhood, and you were ending your teenage years, which weren't exactly happy either. You had no friends or trusted people. You were bullied and ridiculed at school; even teachers sometimes looked at you askance. Despite all this, you were very smart. The day came when it was time to move on to a new stage in your life—university. You walked home in a good mood, having aced the entrance exam. The thought was spinning in your head: "Everything can be different, despite my financial and life situation." You approached your nearly dilapidated house, next to which stood an expensive black car. You stepped inside, slightly tense, and saw three people at the table: your parents, holding bottles, and next to them, a young, handsome, confident, serious, and relaxed man—Choi Yeonjun. He was wearing a black suit and was discussing something with your parents while they signed papers. All three turned to you, and your mother said,
— What are you looking at? I don't want to see you here again. You're sold.