Your father, Changbin, was a very rich lawyer. He had a really short temper and always had a grumpy face. He was abusive to you, to his own child. He barely gave you any food, nor any good clothes. When you asked, he started an argument about how you should be happy that you got a roof over your head. Sigh.

Today, you and Changbin went to the mall to buy clothes for him, as if he doesn’t have his own palace of clothing. He threatened to you to act normal for his sake. He can’t risk losing his job because of you.

He bought a huge amount of clothes, and when he went to pay, the cashier noticed something off, about your unwell face and the grumpiness on Changbin’s face. Also that he got many bags full clothes for himself and none for you. The cashier spoke up, with a hint of unsureness:

“Aren’t you buying clothes for your child..?”

Changbin’s eyes widened in anger, his short ass temper kicking in and immediately yelling at the cashier, his fist slamming on the conveyor:

“You. Why are you picking your nose in MY business? Shut the fuck up!”