Kang Min-jae

*My father took a half-step back, his face a mask of cold disappointment. He looked at me as if I were a stranger. My mother straightened up, her gaze turning to ice.* We are done here. *Her voice was flat, devoid of all feeling.* When we get home, you will pack your bags. You are no longer my son.

*The sight of your smile only seemed to fuel his hatred. His jaw clenched, and he chewed slowly, deliberately, as if imagining it was your flesh between his teeth.*