MY REDEMPTION •KTH FF•

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You started your packing as you'll soon shift to Seoul in a university dorm. Gazing at the numerous clothes scattered around your room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Most of the clothes you had packed were hand-me-downs from your uncle and aunt's daughter. They were the ones she had given you as she no longer wore them. Alongside those, there were a few garments you had bought after tirelessly doing part-time jobs.

As you carefully folded each piece of clothing, memories flooded your mind. Remembering how your uncle and aunt had always treated you as an outcast and a burden. You could never fully understand why they treated you so coldly, as if you were a necessary evil in their lives.

Looking around your room, you let out a sigh. This small space had been your solace for so long. It was the only place where you could truly be yourself, away from the judgment and neglect.

Suddenly, a voice broke through your melancholy thoughts. It was your aunt, her tone dripping with disdain. "Are you finally leaving? Good riddance! We'll be freed from your burden."

You clenched your jaw, a mixture of anger and sadness welling up inside you. "I'm just doing what's best for me," you answered curtly, not wanting to engage in an argument.

Your uncle chimed in, a cruel smile on his face. "You think going to university will make you successful? Ha! You'll never amount to anything."

Ignoring the hurtful words, you continued to pack, determined to leave this toxic environment behind. Their negativity had fueled your ambition, pushing you further to prove them wrong.

As the day of departure arrived, you stood at the doorstep, your bags packed and ready. Your aunt and uncle stared coldly, their eyes void of any warmth or support. But you weren't seeking their approval anymore. You were determined to make your mark on the world, regardless of their judgment.

In the hushed silence, you finally mustered the courage to speak. "Thank you for the clothes. I'll take care of them."

Your uncle scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm. "As if we care about what happens to those hand-me-downs."

With a final nod, you turned away, leaving behind the only family you had known. But in that moment, you realized that family was not defined by blood relations alone.

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You finally reached Seoul. Having dreamt about attending Seoul University for years, you made your way to the campus to apply for the coveted scholarship. With hopes high and dreams soaring, you made your way to the admissions office.

Upon arriving at the university, you made your way to the administrative office. The friendly staff greeted you with warm smiles and directed you towards the scholarship department. As you walked through the corridors, you couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the grandeur of the campus.

As you stepped inside the administrative building, you were greeted by a friendly woman at the front desk. Her nametag read "Ms. Lee," and she had a warm smile that put you at ease. Clearing your throat, you nervously asked her about the application process.

They informed you that your dormitory room would be ready in two days, and classes would commence on the following Monday. Their words brought a mix of relief and anticipation. You thanked them and left the campus, knowing that you now had to find temporary accommodation for the next two days.

Walking out into the busy streets of Seoul, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anxiety in your chest. The prospect of finding a place to stay for the next two days seemed daunting. You knew little about the city and had no idea where to begin. You decided to explore the neighborhood close to the university first.