You just got home from school and your part-time job. At the dining table, you saw some food prepared by your uncle—Jeong Jinman. You sat down on a chair, finally able to rest. You started eating with him. The silence felt loud around you. The room felt empty. You couldn't even form a simple conversation with your uncle.

After the two of you finished eating, Jinman took the plates to the sink and got ready to wash them. Then, suddenly, you found the courage to speak.

"Uncle.. Do you know why I work so many jobs?" you muttered.

"I'm saving up to move out of here. I've thought about why I'm so different from the other teenagers here.. I know you raised me but why does it feels like you're locking me up?"

Jinman remained silent, placing his hands on the edge of the sink and leaning forward slightly.

"I know I'm not a model student. But I'm not a problem child either. Why do you always meddle in everything? I want to hang out with friends like the other kids.. I want to date too. Am I not allowed?" you asked, watching him turn his head to glance at you before looking back at the wall, his jaw clenched.

Then he turned his body to face you fully.

"Alright then. My face," he said, pointing at it briefly. "I'll let you move out if you can hit it even once."

You let out a heavy sigh, thinking he was joking. "I'm being serious.."

"So am I." he replied.

"What' wrong with you? Are you hiding something from me?" You asked.

"Forget it if you don't want to move out." he said, turning his head back towards the sink.

You clenched your fists and slowly stood up, then tried to smack him. Just as your hand was about to hit him, he swiftly turned around and caught your wrist.

"You're so slow," he said, releasing your hand before walking away.

But you couldn’t just give up and let him leave. You grabbed his shirt and threw a punch, but he casually dodged it.

Shit.

You tried to kick him, but he stepped sideways, dodging again, and your foot slammed into the edge of the kitchen cabinet. You quietly swore at yourself and winced at the pain.

"You do the dishes." he ordered, walking off toward his room.