Youngjae lived a life where pieces of bread equals to his meals for the entire day, a pail of water used for showering only, and there's no entertainment at all. No TV, no computer. However, all changed when his mother saved a rich woman's life and he got enrolled into a school for the rich, living in a mansion, where there's basically everything he could ask for.

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I quickly sat down onto my chair, and grabbed my homework out, placing them on my makeshift table. It was horribly cold at night, but we couldn't afford a heater. I snuggled in my blanket and started writing down my answer, until I realised my pen ran out of ink. I groaned out loud as I knew that I have to fork out some of my pathetic savings to buy a new pen. I stood up, feeling the cold breeze brushing through my feet, and I proceeded to the yellow bunny bank that I liked a lot, lying on the floor. I shook it, trying to estimate the amount inside. Twenty dollars maybe. 

''Sorry Joko,'' I whispered and raised my left hand up with a hammer. I was about to smash it, until I heard knockings on the doors. I quickly hid the hammer away as I knew that my mum would definitely disallow me to use my own money, and fork out her own. I sighed and grabbed my key, opening the door. I expected to see my mum, wearing her usual dirty and ragged clothes, bringing a few loafs of bread home. However, all I saw was a woman around her age, wearing a beige hat, a dress, and classy black gloves . She held a Louis Vuitton bag in her arms, and pulled down her sunglasses, smiling at me. 

''You are?'' I asked politely, smoothening my crinkled shirt since she looked like someone of a higher status. 

''I am Mrs Jung,'' she said, her voice full of warmth, though I could make out some guilt. Mrs Jung?! Isn't she one of the richest woman in Korea?! I held in my excitement and continued to ask her.

''Good Evening Mrs Jung. How may I help you?'' I said, still smiling.

''Your mum already helped me a lot. And I need to repay your family a lot. Is it tough living here?'' She responded, trying to peek into my tiny flat. It was dirty and definitely not for someone of high calibre to be living here.

''How did my mu-. Erm, it is still manageable,'' I lied. I have seen my classmates with handphones, games, free time, and gadgets that I didn't even had before. My childhood was filled with studies and spending my free time helping my parents in their small workplace.

''Manageable? You guys could not even afford hospital bills,'' she replied and I silently felt my heart sank. It was true. We couldn't afford to fall sick since it would definitely burn a hole in our pocket. Suddenly, something shot me. Hospital bills? What? 

''I-I,'' I stuttered embarassingly. What the hell am I even doing here?

''C'mon, pack your stuffs. You are living with me. Steve and Alfred, help this poor boy out,'' She ordered and two man of her age came into my house with a suitcase, stuffing it with my old clothes. I stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what the heck was happening. Living with one of the richest woman in Korea? How is that even possible? This must be a dream right? Soon, they finished and I took my yellow bunny bank, homework with me, walking with Mrs Jung to the way down. Mrs Jung saw my stunned look and patted my shoulder, parting her lips.

''I will explain it to you on the way to my mansion,'' She assured and I saw a black glossy car in front of me. I went in, taking a deep breath. This is not happening, this is not happening, this is not happening.