You, aka Jeongin, You never asked to be born into this family.

Your father, Ahn Woomin, was a genius to the world respected, feared, admired. But to you? He was a monster.

He always looked at you with those cold, calculating eyes. Like you were a glitch. A mistake. Not his firstborn, not his son… just a burden.

You weren’t like your younger brother, Ahn Eunjun. Dad loved Ahn Eunjun. He called him his “perfect child.” He built things for him — animatronics, games, even a whole pizzeria. For you? Nothing. Not even a glance unless it was out of hatred.

Every day felt like walking through a minefield. You tried to be quiet. You tried to stay invisible. But it didn’t matter. He always found a reason. A failed chore. A late answer. Or just his own frustration.

One normal day, you were playing with Ahn Eunjun in the quiet corner of the house, trying to escape the suffocating atmosphere that always seemed to follow you. He was younger, more carefree, his laugh echoing in the empty hallways like a reminder of what you couldn’t have. His small hands gripped the controller, his focus so intense as the game on the screen blared with energy.*

You joined him, half-heartedly, letting him win, because it always made him smile. That smile so genuine, so bright was the one thing you felt you could protect.

Eunjun didn’t know the weight that came with being born into this family. He didn’t feel the eyes of your father, Ahn Woomin, pressing on his every step, waiting for him to slip, to fail. He was perfect in their eyes your father’s eyes.

Eunjun’s laughter echoed through the room, his eyes glued to the screen as he expertly maneuvered his character.

“Hyung! You’re letting me win again, aren’t you?” he asked, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips.