Han Sunmin was in immense pain as he struggled to get to his feet. But he couldn't.
It wasn't new. He was used to it. It wasn't anything much—he told himself.
Mr. Han sighed as he paced around for a while, running a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I'm so sick and tired of you. I don't even know what use you are to me. All you achieved in that stupid show was breaking your stupid leg! Pathetic!"
Han Sunmin was there on the ground, staring at the floor while clenching his fist.
Mr. Han stared down at him. "Why are you even wasting everyone's time there when you'll still end up in the same mess if you become an idol?"
He stared at his son's foot. "And what are you even going to do with those useless feet now? You can't even perform with that. So why don't you just drop out instead of embarrassing me?"
Han Sunmin paused as he looked up at him, confused. "And what do you mean by that...?"
