“What the hell does ‘humanity’ even mean? First, he told me to be perfect so no one could look down on me. And now he wants me to be relatable? I even passed that stupid socialization test. What more does he want?”
Wooheon’s head throbbed as he spoke.
His father’s expectations had always been contradictory—be perfect to avoid ridicule, but also show warmth to gain acceptance.
Yet no one had ever explained to Wooheon what “humanity” actually was and how it was supposed to look, leaving him feeling trapped in an unwinnable cycle.
“Father wants you to find a balance between those two. And that socialization test? That’s nothing more than a memory test, you know.”
“Damn it... You don’t know anything, do you? If I acted like this, Father used to lash out his anger in his black mamba form. And you think he’d actually like it now? I just don’t get it. Whatever, just head to the president’s office.”
Wooseok pressed the elevator button, suppressing a chuckle that threatened to escape.
