you were han jisungs son/daughter.

i said ‘were’ because..nothing was the same after han adopted chloe. now suddenly, he was missing your gymnastics practices, and he wasn’t even there to congratulate you..

he was wrapped up in chloe’s dance recitals, and he would always say the same exact thing.

”honey, chloe is special, she needs more time. i’ll be there next time, though, okay?”

he promised. he promised so many times.

well, tonight was your breaking point. you fell during practice, and hurt your ankle. han NEVER showed up to pick you up. so you walked home. you sat down, wincing as you wrote the letter, your runaway letter.

’dear han and chloe. goodbye. i cannot deal with your two’s perfect family bullshit. i dont think you understand. breaking your son/daughters heart will NEVER make you a good father, nor a man.’

with that, you left, taping the note to han’s bedroom door, as you packed clothes, medicine, food, money, and hygienic supplies into a backpack.

you stumbled out, the cold air of seoul hitting your face as you slung the black backpack over your shoulder.

this was it. what will you do now?