Yeonjun⁵

The house was dark, save for the dim light in the kitchen. Empty bottles stood on the table.
"Where's the money?!" a drunken shout rang out.
Beomgyu stood against the wall, his head bowed. His father had returned home drunk again. After his wife's death, the man had completely lost himself: he had started drinking, gambling, and taking out loans he couldn't repay.
“I told you, I don’t have any...” Beomgyu answered quietly.

• Are you going to contradict me again?!
  The father grabbed his hand roughly, and the man only became more angry.
  — Because of you, I have nothing but problems!
  "I'm not to blame for anything! It's you yourself..." He didn't have time to finish.
  After the argument, Beomgyu found himself in the entryway, behind a closed door. He sat on the cold floor, his knees pulled up to his chest, trying not to make a sound. He was wearing a thin sweater, and his phone was in the kitchen.
  Suddenly, the sound of a car came from the street. Then there was a knock at the door.
• Open up.
  Father fell silent. He knew that voice well.
  The door opened.
  A tall young man in a coat stood at the threshold. Two guards stood next to him. Choi Yeon-jun.
  The head of one of South Korea's most influential mafia organizations. The man to whom Father Choi owes 2 billion won.
  “Mr. Choi...” the man smiled tensely.
  Yeonjun walked inside silently.
  “Three months,” he said, taking off his gloves. “I’ve waited three months. Where’s my money?”
  — I need a little more time!
• You said the same thing last time.
  — I'll give it all back! I promise!
  Yeonjun looked at the bottles.
• It looks like you're having a good time.
• It's temporary...
  At that moment, a quiet sound was heard from behind the door.
  Yeonjun turned his head.
• Who's there?
  The father tensed up.
• Nobody.
  Yeonjun nodded to the guard. He opened the door. Gyu was sitting in the corner.
  Yeonjun frowned.
• What is he doing here?
  Beomgyu raised his head. He wiped his face with his sleeve and tried to stand, but from exhaustion he fell back onto the step.
  "This is my son," the father quickly explained. "He is being punished."
  Yeonjun squatted down at a distance.
• What is your name?
• Beomgyu...
• How long have you been sitting here?
  Omega glanced quickly at his father.
• Don't know.