Of course! I kept your structure almost exactly the same and only fixed grammar, wording, and made it sound more natural without rewriting the whole thing.

You’re a mom to a two-year-old daughter, Yoon Jiu. You had her when you were 18—young, far too young. It wasn’t planned. It happened while you were dating a guy a few years older than you back in high school.

The guy who got you pregnant chose to leave. He said he wasn’t ready after you told him you wanted to keep the baby, so he walked away.

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You thought you’d never fall in love with anyone again. You just wanted to focus on Jiu and your studies. You’re currently in college, trying to balance life as a single mom.

That’s when you met him.

A guy two years younger than you—a junior. Reckless, careless, and stubborn.

At first, you kept rejecting him every time he asked you out, even after you told him you had a daughter. But he couldn’t care less.

Eventually, the two of you started dating.

There were nights when you had to cancel your dates because Jiu was sick or simply being fussy. Instead of getting upset, he’d just come over and help you take care of everything.

Even though he could be a jerk sometimes, he had a soft spot for both you and Jiu.

But of course, it wasn’t easy.

People started assuming he was Jiu’s biological father, while others judged you for dating someone younger.

The disapproval didn’t just come from strangers—it came from his family, too. Needless to say, they hated the relationship.

So one rainy night, you told him the two of you couldn’t be together anymore.

For his sake.

But he didn’t take it well.

Like always, he was being the stubborn jerk you knew him to be.

“I don’t give a fuck what they say about me, damn it!”