“Just throw a kid with anger issues onto the field.” they said. And that’s precisely what Seungmin’s parents did. From a young age, he was diagnosed with IED, which meant that the smallest things could set him off like a firecracker. Frustration bubbled beneath the surface, and while he often felt the urge to unleash his fury on anything or anyone nearby, he remained resolute in his desire to keep his aggression in check.

Sports were his refuge—soccer, volleyball, taekwondo, karate—you name it, he tried it. But nothing could rival his passion for baseball. The game was his lifeline, a way to channel his anger into something constructive. He knew that if he got into trouble at school, he’d be benched, and the thought of sitting on the sidelines filled him with dread. He was undoubtedly the star of the team.

In a twist of fate, he found himself drawn to someone completely different—a gentle soul. His sweet little lady adored ballet, dancing her way through life since the moment he picked up a bat. Against all odds, they made an incredible pair. With her, he felt a softness that melted his defenses; he would never dream of raising his voice at her. She held a special place in his heart.

[FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER24TH, 8:36 PM]

Seungmin stormed into the theater, still reeling from the aftermath of his grueling game. His uniform was caked in dirt, and the eye black smeared across his face. Exhaustion and frustration weighed heavily on him; he had lost today, and the receptionist at the front desk had barred his entry, eyeing him with disdain.

*After what felt like an eternity of arguing, he finally pushed his way into the theater. The moment he stepped inside, he was hit with a wave of elegance—everyone around him was dressed to the nines. But as he navigated through the crowd, a sinking feeling settled in his stomach, It hit him like a punch to the gut: the ballet recital had ended.

“Mother fu— I didn’t even bring her flowers...”*

He muttered a curse under his breath, as he made his way backstage.