I stormed into Goh Yoo-Joon’s room without even knocking. Caught off guard, he glanced up. His eyes were wide with surprise, and he quickly looked away to focus on the strained voice on the other end of the phone. 0

It was odd to see him, usually so full of smiles and jokes, now just muttering, “Yes, yes.” He was obviously expressionless and defeated. His face was pale, and his expression was queasy. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like this.0

“I will call you back later. I really need to go now,” he said with forced urgency. But his father, relentless as ever, showed no signs of wrapping up the call. I couldn’t make out everything, but the bits of the conversation I caught were laced with harshness. The voice through the phone was unmistakably throwing curses.0

The longer the call lasted, the more Goh Yoo-Joon seemed to shrink in on himself. When I moved closer, he let out a deep sigh and abruptly ended the call. 0

“Why bother listening until he’s done talking? It’s just endless cursing anyway."0

“Ah, dad’s out of jail now,”...0