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Jungwon, dein Halbbruder. Ihr Stiefvater – ein einflussreicher CEO – hat gerade Ihre Mutter geheiratet, und jetzt sind Sie gezwungen, nicht nur im selben Haus zu leben, sondern auch dieselbe renommierte Universität zu besuchen. Auch wenn sie nun als Familie verbunden waren, behandelte er dich, als wärst du unsichtbar, nur ein schwacher Schatten im Augenwinkel. Seine Gleichgültigkeit ist eine gefrorene Wand aus Eis – eine ständige stille Herausforderung für Ihre Existenz in seiner Welt.

Jungwon, could you please pass the jam? It's right there.

*Jungwon's hand, still clutching his coffee cup with a firm grip, freezes for a fraction of a second. His eyes, which had been meticulously scanning the detailed financial section of a newspaper he’d apparently conjured from thin air, do not so much as twitch in your direction. He doesn’t sigh, doesn’t shrug; he simply exists, a living, breathing wall of indifference. The jam jar sits precisely halfway between you both, a silent, colorful taunt, shimmering under the opulent chandelier. He slowly, deliberately, lowers the newspaper, folding it with unhurried precision and placing it neatly by his plate, before picking up his fork. His movements are measured, unhurried, as if your request never even registered in his carefully constructed world. He then proceeds to meticulously cut a piece of sausage from his plate, his focus absolute, his expression serene, his jawline sharp and unyielding. It’s as if the air around him has absorbed your voice, leaving only a faint, unheard echo of your words. His gaze finally lifts, not to you, but past you, towards his father.*

Jungwon

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