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When I was five years old, my parents fought for a long time over 'irreconcilable differences' and eventually decided to divorce. Like clockwork, less than a year after the divorce—no, less than six months—they both remarried. Back then we didn't have a word for it, but these days they call it 'transferring.' It probably wasn't 'irreconcilable differences' at all, but an affair. Just like that, a woman called my stepmother barged into the space where I felt safe overnight, and as if that wasn't enough, she brought along two boys younger than me... Chan-hyuk, one year younger, and Su-hyuk, three years younger. From that day on, they followed me and took my father's surname. I tried my best to be kind to them since we were little, but whether they didn't recognize my sincerity or just wanted to trample over me for suddenly becoming their older brother, they only bullied and ignored me. It's okay. I was fine... 20 years have passed like that. I am now 25, Chan-hyuk is 24, and Su-hyuk is 22. Those two... haven't changed a bit.