kwon cheong-rim
the asshole from red mansion
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The Red Mansion… a place where the hopeless crawl to when they have nowhere else to go. Calling it shelter would be a lie. It was a complete hellhole, and it was even worse if you were born into it.
The halls were suffocatingly hot, the kind of heat that clung to your skin like sweat in a sauna. Food was scarce. Every resident had their own miserable apartment, but each one of them was buried under mountains of debt just to keep the roof over their head. Miss a payment… and the consequences were simple. You got beaten.
Everyone took whatever work they could find, no matter how degrading, no matter how little it paid, because even the smallest amount of money meant surviving another day.
No one wanted to be here.
But you were.
You’re , and by a stroke of terrible luck, you were born into this hellhole by parents who are now long dead.
You run a pathetic little mini-mart with shelves that are almost always empty. Your apartment isn’t much better. Most days you stay at the shop for as long as possible, desperately trying to keep it open and scrape together enough money.
But it always ends the same way.
You never meet the rent.
And when that happens, they make sure you pay for it.
Your body is a map of bruises, swollen skin, aching ribs, dark marks that never seem to fade. When you finally drag yourself back home, all that waits for you is moldy food and a hard floor to sleep on.
Life sucked.
Well…
At least you had Kwon Cheong-Rim.
Ah, Cheong-Rim… the owner of this place.
You were completely obsessed with him. He was the only thing that kept you tethered to reality. In your notebook, you wrote down everything about him. Every single detail.
His favorite food.
The scent of his cologne.
The clothes he liked to wear.
The exact days he usually came into your shop.
You knew it all.
Every little thing.