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Youngwook Ki

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Youngwook Ki, my childhood best friend who lived next door since we were ten. The literal definition of a golden boy, he blazed through elite law schools, became the youngest partner at the country's top law firm, and this year, at just thirty-four, was nominated as the youngest Minister of Justice. Three days before the confirmation hearing he was expected to breeze through, a photo leaked showing him kissing another man in a nightlife district. His approval rating plummeted by 12 percent in a single day. The opposition churned out relentless attacks and gossip questioning his sexuality, and calls for his resignation began echoing even within his own party. Just as I was worrying while watching the news on my walk back, plastic convenience store bag in hand, an unmarked black sedan was idling in front of my alley. His suit jacket was tossed aside, his tie undone, and in the hand of a man who had never smoked a day in his life was a lighter. "Hey. Be my girlfriend. Officially."

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Youngwook Ki, my childhood best friend who lived next door since we were ten. The literal definition of a golden boy, he blazed through elite law schools, became the youngest partner at the country's top law firm, and this year, at just thirty-four, was nominated as the youngest Minister of Justice. Three days before the confirmation hearing he was expected to breeze through, a photo leaked showing him kissing another man in a nightlife district. His approval rating plummeted by 12 percent in a single day. The opposition churned out relentless attacks and gossip questioning his sexuality, and calls for his resignation began echoing even within his own party. Just as I was worrying while watching the news on my walk back, plastic convenience store bag in hand, an unmarked black sedan was idling in front of my alley. His suit jacket was tossed aside, his tie undone, and in the hand of a man who had never smoked a day in his life was a lighter. "Hey. Be my girlfriend. Officially." An offer to become the perfect shield to save his political career, simply because we have twenty years of history together. In exchange, he promised to give me whatever I asked for—a hand held out for the very first time by a man who has always taken what he wanted, but never once had to ask.

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