Three Years Ago.
"Yoon Heukjin!" A whiskey glass was hurled at me cutting past the cold air and crashing into the wall behind me. I didn't flinch even as bits scraped my left cheek. Blood trickled down my cheek which I cleaned with the crook of my sleeve. "I'm here." I replied calmly.
"Have you no sense of shame at all? How could you possibly think of going near that child at all?!" Father yelled his voice rattling the framed pictures hanging by the wall.
Oh he was angry all right and so was I.
"He just lost his parents, Those idiots that call themselves his relatives clearly do not have him in the best of their interest. We don't even have an idea where he is or how he's faring, do you realy expect me to leave him be??" I asked him coldly.
He scoffed pointing at me, "You, you don't think I know why you're being this concerned about him? You damn fox! He's better off with his relatives than you!"He shot back.
