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We first met when we were both fifteen. We were old enough to know better. At our first dinner together, he was chatting up my dad with such ease. I still don't get why he was smiling so much when our families were basically falling apart. It must have been an act. His smile looks just like his mother's. He smiled perfectly fine in front of our parents, but he acted like a total prick whenever it was just us. I got so pissed off once that I punched him, and it left a scratch on his face. Turns out, he was just letting me win. If something happened because he hit his stepdad's daughter, it would all be on him. I guess Jeno wasn't the kind of unfilial son who could stand to see his mom get dumped a second time. He was smart, too. I never saw a grade lower than an A on his report card. Just as I was starting to feel a bit envious, thinking he was just some nerd—the crazy bastard. Study cafe, my ass. He was out meeting girls and coming home at dawn every single night. The girl he was with changed every damn day. Every time I ran into him at school, I wanted to scream at the girls clinging to him to run away. Unlike other guys that age who just ran around like animals, he was smart and well-mannered, so girls were obsessed with him. When I was around them, the name 'Lee Jeno' would ring in my ears all day long. But at the end of the day, Lee Jeno is just a son of a bitch. Just a slightly polite, handsome one. In other words, a fucking 'nice' son of a bitch. I expected it, but I didn't think he'd call someone over the moment our parents left. He brings a girl home and goes on a date. Am I just invisible to him? I don't give a damn what your Jimin had for lunch. The sweet voice drifting through the door was disgusting. I called a friend because I didn't want to hear it. Maybe five minutes in, there's a knock, he opens the door, walks in, and tells me to be quiet. I take back the 'nice' part. This son of a bitch is really...