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The next morning, Sohee was in front of the mirror, brushing his hair in what could only be described as a desperate attempt at looking professional.

He had thrown on his father's suit, clearly not understanding how ridiculous he looked in it. The sleeves were too long, and the pants were slightly too big, but Sohee didn't care. He was determined to make an impression.

Iseul, walking out of her room with her hair in a messy bun, watched him from the doorway. A smirk formed on her lips, and she couldn't help but laugh at his ridiculous appearance. "Why do you look like that?" she asked, shaking her head.

Sohee looked up at her, his face serious, but the whole outfit just made it impossible for him to look anything but silly. "You're jobless, so you wouldn't get it," he said, puffing out his chest a bit. "But me? I'm going to a job interview."

Iseul rolled her eyes and casually walked to the kitchen, ignoring his little "performance." She couldn't help but enjoy the fact that she didn't have a job to worry about—at least not for the moment. Sohee, however, seemed oblivious to the fact that he was making a fool of himself as he adjusted the collar of the ill-fitting suit.

"Dammit, my idiot sister can't keep a man for once," Sohee muttered under his breath, still angry about Iseul's failed attempts at getting Sunghoon to apologize.

With that, he headed out the door, feeling confident in his own weird way, despite his apparent lack of style.

When he finally arrived at Sunghoon's company, he couldn't help but stare up at the towering building. He made his way inside, acting like he belonged, even though it was obvious he didn't.

When he reached Sunghoon's office, the receptionist led him to the door, and Sohee knocked, opening it without waiting for a response. Inside, Sunghoon sat behind his desk, eyes fixed on his laptop, and he looked up at Sohee with an unmistakable look of annoyance.

"Now this is what I'm talking about," he said, gesturing around. "This luxury, the technology... I mean, who would've thought years ago round glasses would be here, uh, I mean, because you were—"

Sohee hesitated, about to say something awkward, and Sunghoon's brows furrowed as he waited for him to finish. "Mhm, continue," Sunghoon said, his tone flat, giving nothing away.

Sohee smiled awkwardly and sank into the chair across from Sunghoon, still fumbling for the right words. "You were a diamond, brother-in-law. You were that one smart guy, always ahead of the game."

Sunghoon's expression remained stoic. "Thank you, but I'd rather you not use 'brother-in-law.'"

"But come on, brother," Sohee pushed on, "We can't just forget the past, can we? I mean, you two— you were like canary birds. Everyone thought you were adorable together. How'd you end up like this? Why'd you break up?"

"Your sister asked for a divorce."

Sohee chuckled awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. "True... she's mature now, though."

Sunghoon raised a hand, effectively silencing him. "Sohee, it's a good thing you came. If you hadn't, I would've called you anyway." He reached into his drawer and pulled out an envelope thick with cash, sliding it toward his ex-brother-in-law.

Sohee's eyes lit up as he grabbed the money with eager hands. "Thank you, thank you! This is—"

Sunghoon cut him off with a sharp look, but Sohee was too focused on the cash to notice. He hurriedly gathered his things, still thanking Sunghoon repeatedly as he made his way out of the office, his grin wide and unrestrained.

It had been hours since Sohee left, and his mother was growing increasingly worried.

Meanwhile, Iseul was at the family restaurant, cleaning the tables, her thoughts still lingering on the events of the previous day. As she wiped down a counter, she spoke to one of the aunties, trying to make sense of everything.

"Sunghoon has changed a lot, huh?" she remarked, shaking her head in disbelief.

"True," the auntie agreed, "But we, as a family, we're prideful. We don't accept anything like that—not even money."

Iseul's mind was still swirling when she heard her mother's voice from across the room. "Where's Sohee?" she asked, her tone casual, but with an edge of concern.

Her father answered from the other side of the restaurant, not looking up from his paper. "He said he's going to meet Sunghoon."

At the mention of Sunghoon's name, Iseul froze, her hand gripping the rag a little too tightly. Her heart sank, and a sudden surge of anger boiled up inside her.

She could feel her face turning red with frustration. Without thinking, she muttered through gritted teeth, "Oh, I'm gonna bury him alive."

Her mother raised an eyebrow but said nothing more. Iseul could only feel her pulse racing as the thought of Sohee meeting Sunghoon—of all people—sent waves of frustration through her body. What was he thinking? What was he trying to prove?

As if on cue, Sohee stumbled through the door, his clothes covered in mud and his hair a disheveled mess. His parents rushed to his side, their concern immediately evident, but Iseul's anger quickly shifted to worry as she took in his state.

"Did Sunghoon beat you up?" she demanded, her voice laced with both concern and frustration. "Yeah, you deserve it."

Sohee sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "Out of sibling love, I went to him, y'know? I'm playing Cupid here. I don't want you to die alone, but things kinda got out of hand. He handed me cash and—"

Iseul cut him off, her eyes wide with disbelief. "YOU TOOK THE MONEY? How dare you, when I didn't even accept it!" Her voice was so loud, it echoed through the room, and Sohee instinctively clutched his ears in pain.

"God, that's why he hates you," Sohee muttered under his breath. "You shout a lot."

Iseul's frustration reached its peak. "Give me the money!" she demanded, stepping closer to him, fuming.

Sohee shifted uncomfortably, avoiding her gaze. "Here's the thing... there's no more money. Remember those guys from Busan? The ones I owe money to?" He paused, rubbing his forehead nervously. "Well, they ganged up on me and I had to give it to them."

Iseul's face twisted in shock. "You gave it to them?! What the hell, Sohee!"

Their mother, who had been silently watching, spoke up with a sigh, trying to remain calm. "Okay, it's fine. We'll pay it back, but how much was it?"

Sohee gulped, his hands trembling slightly as he glanced at Iseul, who was now looking at him like a lioness about to pounce. "Five... five thousand dollars," he stammered.

At the sound of that, Iseul snapped. Without thinking, she stormed forward and started beating him, her hands landing on his shoulders and head in frustration. "FIVE THOUSAND?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" she shouted, her voice trembling with fury.

Sohee tried to shield himself, his hands instinctively going up to block her, but it was no use. Iseul's anger was too overwhelming, and he could only stand there, gritting his teeth, while her blows landed like a storm.

Their mother, who had been standing by silently up until now, couldn't hold back any longer. Her frustration boiled over, and she joined in, kicking Sohee's leg. "I better not see your face again," she snapped, her voice cold and final.

Sohee, still reeling from the barrage of punches and kicks, looked up at her in disbelief. "Where am I supposed to go?" he asked, his voice a mix of anger and desperation.

"I don't care," his mother shot back, her face stern, devoid of sympathy. "You got yourself into this mess. Figure it out."

Sohee's chest tightened with the sting of rejection. He stood there, frozen for a moment, as the reality of the situation sank in. His parents, had pushed him out—no questions, no remorse.

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