“Hey!  That’s mine!”

“Heh.  So you’re the one who wrote this, huh dead-last?  No wonder, even a dog could write better.”

 “You bastard!  Give it back!”

“Heh.”  Rip.

“You can’t just destroy other people’s hard work?”

“Is that so?”  Youngjae opens hands and the fragments of Yongguk’s lyrics float away in the air.

“No!”

Runs home, in tears.

“Yah!  Umma!  That’s him!  He’s the one who destroyed my work!”

“Yonggukkie…he’s your father’s apprentice.  It’s a good opportunity for your father to mentor a young aspiring author.  Please be nice to him, okay?”

“No!  He’s mean and evil!  He’s got no appreciation for music!”

“Baby…I thought that about your father too!”

“NANI?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  No way!  No way!  He’s not my destiny!”

Vein popping.  “That’s nice, baby, but he most probably will be…”

“You’re going senile, umma.”

“What did you say, gaki?!!!”

Punch.

Across the room…

“Yoo Youngjae, you better watch what you say around my son.  Insulting him is pretty much a confession of love.”  Deadpan.

“W-what?”

“It’s like this…he  takes after his mother…he’ll take it as a challenge…and somehow fall in love with you…””

Youngjae turned white.  “No…”

“No?  It’s too late now…welcome to the family…” sinister smirk.

“songsaengnim.  I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!  I really am.  Please don’t make me a part of your family…I don’t like him.”