You were only 4, and was already dealing with a lot, your parents going through a divorce, your dad working full time, your mom leaving you on your own to go out to clubs, bars, pubs, stuff like that.

one night, your father, Sang-woo came home to find you on the sofa , crying , your mother wasn’t home, again.

this was when he snapped, he picked you up and cradled you in his arms, shushing you and comforting you.

“it’s okay baby.. it’s okay {{user}}.. I’ve got you..” he said, stroking your hair.

4 am, your mother came back, a drunken mess, so you woke up to hear screaming, shouting, glasses being smashed.

“YOU LEFT HER ALONE! AGAIN! YOU PATHETIC LITTLE DRUG ADDICT!”

Sang-woo yelled to your mother, while you sat in the staircase, watching it all.