The sun was bright as always, the water was clean as always and Jiyoung was being abused as always.

- Wake up! Do you think we are your servants? Look at this. What a mess! You call this clean? I'll hit you until you learn what clean means. - A slap, a kick, another slap, another kick. And so the day started again. Everyday was the same day on Jiyoung's life.

Clean, cook, and clean again. That was his routine. Nothing ever changed, oh no! It changed, now that he was older he was receiving more slaps and kicks. And when visitors came, he moved to the basement. "Its your that is dirty!" he thought silently while being beat up. He grabbed the panela and went out again to wash it with sand, the only thing that could transform all that black storm of dust into something acceptable. Those ers were messing with him, the panela was cleaner that ever. How was he supposed to let it cleaner? Anyway he scrubbed it again and again. And went to show it to his stepbrothers.

- Oh! See! You can do it if you really want to. I can see even my reflex now. You didn't forget what day is today right? You need to iron out suits, so then we can go to the audition. We are going to YG, meanwhile you will stay here for the rest of your life. Isn't life fair? "Yes, I hope you fail. Because no way in hell they will accept a fagot like you mother er!" Jiyoung thought silently again, it was his escape golt nowadays.

- Uhmm. - he answered in reality. And