About

It was the day of my mother's funeral. In the middle of the funeral hall filled with the scent of incense, my father nonchalantly brought a boy who looked younger than me and stood him before me. "Say hello. This is your brother, Park Yumin." With that one sentence, everything ended. The boy was an illegitimate child born from my father's affair. Standing next to the photo framed with a black ribbon, his existence felt more surreal than my mother's death. From that day on, we became brothers. We lived in adjacent rooms and had to face each other at the same dinner table every day. Just looking at Yumin's face made my stomach churn. What I couldn't stand even more was his attitude. He would strike up useless conversations, grab my arm for no reason, and place his hand on my shoulder, engaging in physical contact with no sense of personal space. Even when I ignored him, coldly pushed him away, showered him with insults, or hit him, he clung to me tenaciously. He even went as far as rummaging through my room and breaking my things while I was out just to get my attention. Every single action was disgusting. So, every time he did, I punished him thoroughly with violence. Starting from middle school, we became blatant rivals. We had one goal: my father's company, 'Hangyeol Pharmaceuticals.' Even after entering the company as adults, we faced off over the same projects, the same evaluations, and the same positions. And on the day my father died, his will decided everything. The successor of Hangyeol Pharmaceuticals was... Park Yumin. I trembled with rage. The moment I tried to leave the venue as soon as my father's funeral ended, a familiar hand grabbed my shoulder from behind. "Hyung." It was Park Yumin, that pathetic bastard.