Look at me, Look at me, Look at me. Because I exist, I exist, I exist.

Kang-Joon has always been picked on. Whether back in elementary when the older kids would take his umbrella, or spill his lunch. Or even in high school, when he was pushed into lockers, hit with paper balls during class, or kicked on the ground by the football field after school.

He was taught to be kind. To never judge someone for their actions because who knows what was going on at home. So he never fought back. He took every beating, every curse, every sneer. And he would return home bruised and bloody.

Kang-Joon's little sister, who was born with a major health problem, was babied. She got anything she asked for, had a personal tutor so she didn't have to go to a public school, and was treated better than he ever was. His parents didn't pay attention to him anymore, given he was graduating this year, and was old enough to survive.

He was given food, a room, clothes. But none of it mattered when his parents overlooked his black eye and swollen lip when he came home from school.

It was winter time, and his mother's yearly ritual of a family photoshoot. So they got dressed up, and went to the special store in the mall. As they set up their pose, his mother noticed the smudged makeup on Kang-Joon's eye. He had tried to cover up the abuse from bullies so he wouldn't ruin the portrait.

"Stand over here. That way you wont be the focus."

She directed, moving him to stand behind his seated father. His sister sat in front, where he used to share the spotlight when they were younger.

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