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Two months had already passed since Jungah became part of the Woo family. She stayed away from her new family.

Zico wouldn’t give up though. The colder she was to him, the harder he tried to make her feel warm and welcome.

Jungah became a total delinquent.

She got into fights. She ditched class. She got into fights with her mother.

She did everything that she thought her mom would disapprove of, besides follow her biological father’s footsteps by intoxicating her body with alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs.

Jungah landed on the cold tile of the girls’ bathroom.

“, don’t mess with us!” The fierce juniors hissed. “You talk like that to us again, and we’ll throw you off the Hankang!” They spat next to her and walked away.

Tears welled up in Jungah’s eyes, but she refused to let them spill. The truth was, she didn’t know how to fight back. She spat words sharp as glass, and she gave killer glares. However, she didn’t know how to fight, so she always ended up as a mess on the floor. *I’m such a loser.* Jungah closed her eyes as a tear spilled down her cheek.

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Zico searched around the entire neighborhood. It was nighttime, and Jungah still hadn’t come home. Ms. Han was worried sick. Zico assured her that he would find her. Zico arrived at Eunkwang Middle School. “JUNGAH! JUNGAH!” He went around calling her name. *Where the hell can she be?*

Zico spun around and halted. Sitting desolately on the bleacher was Jungah. She was just staring at the ground with a forlorn expression.

Relief rushed through his chest. *I found her.* Zico jogged over, “Jungah! How can you be out here when everyone is looking-“

She looked up. He stopped with wide eyes.

Her pretty face had become a complete wreck. Her lips were split and bleeding. There was a black bruise around her left eye, and a gash was on her right cheek. Her uniform was soiled, and several bruises covered her right leg.

Zico softened. *She got into another fight…and she lost again.* His lips pressed into a thin frown. Zico stormed over and grabbed her wrist. He yanked her up and began dragging her away.

“I’m not going home!” Jungah hissed.

“I’m not taking you home! You need to learn a lesson!” Zico snapped back.

“Who do you think you are?! My father?! Let go!” Jungah yelled and hit his arm repeatedly, but he still didn’t loosen his grip on her.

Zico dragged Jungah into a dark room. She yelled and struggled. He switched the lights on. Jungah looked around and stopped thrashing. Her eyes widened. *Why are we in a boxing studio…? Oh God. Is he really going to hit me?*

“Come here.”

She stiffened as he dragged her towards a red punching bag. Then he did something surprising. He released her. “Hit it.”

“…What?” Jungah looked at him as if he was out of his mind.

“You heard me.” Zico stepped back and nodded at the punching bag, “Hit it. Give it your best shot.”

Jungah was confused. *Why does he want me to hit the damn bag?*

“Go on.” Zico encouraged.

Jungah faced the bag. She curled her into a fist and socked the bag. It swung a little bit.

“Harder.” He said. Jungah gritted her teeth and put a little more strength into the punch.

“Harder.” Zico instructed.

Jungah pinched her eyebrows together and squeezed her fist. With a yell, she punched the bag once.

Twice.

Thrice.

Her knuckles collided hard with the bag and pain shot up her arm. “!” She yelled as tears blurred her vision.

“You’re not supposed to punch like that.” Zico appeared behind her. He grabbed her small hand and helped her make a good fist. Her eyes widened at the close contact. For some reason, her cheeks burned and heart fluttered. Jungah stared at Zico. He locked eyes with her.