"That's right," Minjun said. "That's why I didn't like you back then, bro. You always looked scary coming home with bruises."
"Cuts and bruises?" June asked. "How did I manage to get all of that?"
"Did you have amnesia or something?" Minjun retorted. "Of course, we wouldn't know. You're the only person who can answer that question."
"Minjun," Grandma scolded. "Be more polite."
Minjun clicked his tongue and continued eating.
"I also don't know, dear," Grandma said. "But I saw you hanging out with some of the bad kids around the neighborhood. Well, it didn't look like you were hanging out with them. It just seemed like they were asking you to do their errands."
"So, a push-over?" Minjun interrupted.
