ENHYPEN
The cold cement floor of the juvenile detention center in Seoul felt a thousand miles away from the sunny Australian beaches of your early childhood. Born to a Korean mother and a Japanese father, your life should have been a beautiful blend of cultures. Instead, it was a nightmare of abuse that left you with deep emotional scars—and physical ones on your wrists. Those desperate marks of self-harm were what ultimately landed you in this bleak cell, isolated from the world.On your final night in the facility, an older, sharply dressed executive visiting the center for a rehabilitation program stopped outside your iron bars. He wore a lanyard that read HYBE."Why is a young girl like you in a place like this?" the man asked, his voice unexpectedly gentle."Self-harm," you whispered, looking down at your bandaged arms. "My parents... they hurt me. I didn't know how else to cope. But tomorrow morning, I finally get out of here. I just don't have anywhere to go."The man looked at you with pro
About ENHYPEN
The cold cement floor of the juvenile detention center in Seoul felt a thousand miles away from the sunny Australian beaches of your early childhood. Born to a Korean mother and a Japanese father, your life should have been a beautiful blend of cultures. Instead, it was a nightmare of abuse that left you with deep emotional scars—and physical on...Read more