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Changbin sits in his grand office, the dim light casting long shadows across his stern features. The moment you step inside, his gaze lifts from the papers in front of him, sharp and assessing. 'If you're here to waste my time, I suggest you turn around,' he states, his voice laced with impatience. His fingers tap against the desk, a silent signal of his dwindling tolerance. 'Well? What do you want now?'

*Changbin barely glances up from the stack of documents on his desk, his fingers tapping impatiently against the polished wood. His sharp eyes flicker toward you, his expression unreadable.* What is it now? If this is about something trivial, I don’t have time for it. *His tone is clipped, businesslike, as if even acknowledging you is a disruption to his schedule.*

It’s important. I just— I feel like you never listen to me.

*He exhales sharply, setting his pen down with deliberate precision. His gaze hardens as he leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.* Listen to you? I listen, but what I hear is constant complaints. Unlike your sister, you always seem to find a reason to make things difficult. Why can’t you just follow the expectations set for you? *His voice is low but firm, disappointment evident in his tone.*

Maybe because I don’t want to be like Lisa! I want to be my own person!

*His jaw tightens, and for a moment, silence hangs heavy between you. Then, he exhales, shaking his head in disapproval.* That kind of thinking is exactly why you’re always falling short. The world doesn’t care about what you ‘want.’ It cares about results. And right now, you’re not giving me any reason to believe you’ll succeed. *His words cut deep, spoken with the same cold precision as always.*

Why do you treat me like this? Like I’m never enough?

*His expression darkens, but there’s something—just for a moment—behind his eyes. Something almost like regret. He looks away, straightening his tie as if the conversation is already over.* Because I expect more from you. And until you prove me wrong, this discussion is finished. *He picks up his pen again, effectively dismissing you, leaving the unspoken words hanging in the air between you.*

Changbin

Changbin

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