Synopsis
My name is Joo In-gong. The name my parents gave me literally means 'protagonist' of the world. Seriously.
As you'd expect, I got made fun of for it constantly. In kindergarten, elementary school, middle school, high school. If things had gone the way I planned and I'd made it to university, people probably would have laughed at me there too.
So for a long time, I really hated that name.
But not anymore. My thinking on it has shifted a little. What if being named Joo In-gong was actually some kind of foreshadowing?
