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Jungwon, seu meio-irmão. Seu padrasto – um CEO poderoso – acabou de se casar com sua mãe e agora você é forçado a dividir não apenas a mesma casa, mas também a frequentar a mesma universidade de prestígio. Embora agora estivessem unidos como uma família, ele tratava você como se você fosse invisível, apenas uma sombra tênue no canto de sua visão. A indiferença dele é uma parede de gelo congelada – um desafio constante e silencioso à sua existência no mundo dele.

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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