jessica

You pushed yourself off the floor where you’d broken down.

You sniffled and started walking into your bathroom.

The familiar scent of lemon hit your senses and you flicked the light on.

You had mascara smeared all over your red cheeks.

Puffy eyes stared back at you from the mirror.

You cried for almost half an hour.

You were exhausted.

Confused.

Frustrated.

Jae was an asshole. You knew that.

But you never expected him to actually do something.

You just sighed, flicking the light off in the bathroom and opening your bedroom door.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, the sheets rustling beneath you.

Your head just kept spinning back to seongje and his attitude towards you.

Just like when you were 17.

,,Ugh..” you sighed, completely annoyed.

Your mind was made up. You were going to ignore seongje.

Completely.

If he’ll need a delivery girl, he can ask the other one.

You’re done.

You tucked yourself in your soft sheets and turned your phone off completely. You don’t wanna deal with any type of messages from anyone tomorrow.

The morning was calm.

You cleaned some laundry that was lying on the floor, cooked yourself rice and shrimps and watched some tv show.

Your mind felt blank,

And for once you weren’t fighting it.

Your phone was off for the whole day, and you kept it that way, but before you would go to bed you needed to turn on an alarm to wake you,

do not disturb will do, the alarm will ring anyway.

The next morning you got ready and decided to walk to school a bit earlier so you could finish some math homework before your classes.

It was a bit windy outside today, the sun was rising,

gold light illuminating your facial features.

The streets were pretty much empty since it was around 5:00am.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the rare peace and quiet.

Until a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

Before your brain could even process what was happening, your back hit a cold brick wall.

,,What—“

You didn’t even finish the sentence before you saw the familiar face.

Full of cockiness as always.

,,The fuck you think you’re doing?” seongje tilted his head and looked you in the eyes.

You decided to play it cool,

,,Going to school?” You pretended to be annoyed at this whole imteraction just furrowing your brows.

,,You’ve been ignoring my messages,” he leaned towards you, one hand on the brick wall,

The other held a half-smoked cigarette.

,,I don’t like that.”

He blew the smoke right into your face.

You squeezed your eyes shut before the smoke could make them water.

,,Yeah, like i give a shit, geum.” You softly pushed him from your way, just acting nonchalant now.

You just wanted to piss him off, probably.

A part of you enjoyed how annoyed he truly looked behind his smirk.

As you were about to take a step forward he stepped in front of you.

Flicking his cigarette on the cold wet ground.

,,Mhm,” he grabbed you by your waist,

Both hands on each side of you.

The contact was electric, and you hated that.

Your breath hitched from the surprise.

He pinned you back against the wall, the smell of his cologne hitting you.

,,Did i hurt your feelings, Y/N?” He put on a taunting smile, just mocking you now.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, just attempting to get away from his grip.

He didn’t let you.

Just stepped closer to you,

Your bodies touching now.

,,Seongje, let me go.” You mumbled out, your body already giving you away, again.

The logical part of your brain was still hanging on, so you kept trying to push him away.

He just smiled, looking down on you.

Then he leaned closer, his lips trailing against your ear,then he stopped moving,

just his lips hovering over the part of your neck just under your ear.

His hot breath brushed against your skin.

Goosebumps rising along your arms.

Your heartbeat sped up.

Your hands clenched into fists.

“If that night didn’t mean anything to me, I wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

he whispered, waiting for you reaction.

He felt every single little twitch of your body.

Every small ragged breath you took when he was near you.

He knew he hurt your feelings, and he knew exactly what made you so upset,

You were so cute trying to pretend like you didn’t give a shit.

He liked the challenge.

Your head lifted subtly,

A weird feeling washing over your whole body.

He chuckled, softly kissing the place connecting your neck and shoulder.

The fresh air outside suddenly wasn’t enough for your lungs. Everything felt hot.

Too hot.

You were fidgety and he noticed, as always.

He just smirked against your soft skin, he absolutely enjoyed tormenting you this way.

You breathed out, your hands automatically resting on his shoulders for support.

,,Then what’s gotten into you that day?” the words left your lips in a breath.

,,Why can’t you just leave me alone seongje?” Your tone was weak.

Desperate.

He froze.

His head lifting up slowly before he was looking at you again.

Studying every little micro expression your face made.

A smirk curled up his lips,

,,You should probably go to school, baby.” His eyes scanned your whole body, before he let you out of his grip.

You didn’t fight his words, your mind was clouded from the lack of answers he gave you.

If only you knew.

He’d seen what happened that night.

And jae was currently lying in a hospital bed because of it.

the night of the incident:

He was in his usual arcade spot, the daylight long gone.

While you were outside drinking your struggles away, he played his usual match of league of legends.

But then a guy came to him.

Seongje didn’t turn, didn’t speak.

Just didn’t acknowledge the guy at all.

,,S-seongje, there was some trouble in our streets, some guys harassing a girl, she was probably drunk,” He mumbled his words out, before he continued,

,,They made a lot of noise, probably good to check them out, before they drive attention towards our spots.” He finished his sentence.

,,Show me the footage.”

Seongje finished his match.

The blue victory flashing on his screen.

He turned in his chair,

The footage was boring.

Just another drunken mess.

Another problem he was ready to hand off to someone else.

Until he saw you.

His jaw clenched.

The room suddenly felt smaller. He replayed the footage.

Once.

Twice.

A group of guys, and you.

The one with the hand around your throat, he knew him.

A humorless laugh left his lips,

,,Go.“ he said, shoving the phone back into the guy’s hands.

,,I’ll deal with this one.”

He was already moving before he had time to think.

Heavy footsteps clashing into the ground, his breathing quick with fury.

Seongje didn’t know where they exactly were. But since it was a bunch of dumb motherfuckers he expected to hear them.

Loud fuckers.

He was right.

Five minutes hadn’t even passed before he heard them.

He clenched his fists.

His pace faster now.

Then he saw them in an alley, they were talking about something seongje didn’t catch.

He just walked straight ahead, not stopping in his tracks.

,,Who the fuck are y-“ jae didn’t even finish his sentence when a punch landed in his stomach.

He whined and held the spot that seongje hit.

But he didn’t stop there.

He grabbed a fistful of jae’s hair and slammed his head into the brick wall.

The other guys tried to fight seongje, but failed miserably.

The rest took one look at him and ran.

Seongje just breathed out, taking his cigarette pack and putting one of the cigs in his mouth.

,,Fucking annoying..” he mumbled looking at jae.

He towered over him, jae barely conscious opened his eyes a bit.

Fear lingered in them.

Seongje smiled.

,,You enjoy harassing women?” his tone was completely detached.

He crouched with a smirk plastered on his face,

And then he punched again.

And again.

And again.

Until jae was barely recognizable.

Then he took his phone out, his breathing still rigid from the adrenaline.

And took a photo of the bloodied body lying on the pavement.

He tucked his phone back into his jeans.

Took his glasses off, wiping the blood off of them into his black shirt.

Then he started the walk back to his apartment, unhurried as ever.

The door to his apartment creaked along with the the keys landing on his counter in the kitchen.

Sweat coated seongje’s skin, the smell filling the room.

He took his windbreaker off, tossing it onto the floor.

Then his black shirt, only his chain on his upper body remained now.

He undid his belt, the leather lazily hanging on on his waist now.

As he undressed completely before he went in the shower, he just muttered “fuck” under his breath.

Even though he beat up a guy moments ago, he was pissed as ever. Your eyes kept flashing in his mind.

The water was boiling. He needed to feel it.

He couldn’t fucking stop thinking about you.

He was like a fucking 13 year old boy going crazy over some chick.

His hand wandered off to his dick, he breathed out.

One hand on the wall,

his eyes closing,

He started pumping his dick, the thought of you being under him on your knees got his dick twitching.

His arm was propped up against the wall up to his elbow, and he rested his head against it for support.

,,Shit–“ he breathed out, the noise filling the steamy room.

His mind kept creating scenarios of him fucking you, his dick just sliding in.

You were so wet just from his words and fingers.

How wet would you be if he actually fucked you?

How loud you’d actually be if you felt him inside of your soft cunt? You were so fucking beautiful when you were falling apart under his touch.

He was irritated at the fact that he couldn’t pound into you right now.

Your cunt just welcoming him so sweetly, soft noises escaping your lips.

His pace got quicker.

Seongje’s jaw tightened.

The way you whined under his touch,

the taste of your lips,

How the fuck did he get here?

He was achingly close, just doing whatever to make him finish now.

All of the frustration settled in his dick,

His tip was swollen and red, his thumb grazed over it,

He growled.

The image of your wet cunt and your furrowed brows as you came around his cock was his undoing.

,,Fuck, fuck–“ he almost moaned those words.

Thick sprouts of cum just falling onto the tiles and disappearing with the running water.

It took him a few seconds before he gathered himself again, brushing his hand through his wet hair.

He just chuckled to himself,

You grin, swaying toward him, the alcohol making your steps bold. "Missed me?" You drop your bag by the door and close the distance, swinging a leg over his lap to straddle him without warning. Your hands slide up his chest, feeling the solid muscle under his t-shirt, and you lean in, lips brushing his ear. "I want you. Right now. Fuck me, Seongje." The words tumble out hot and needy, your hips grinding down instinctively, seeking friction against the growing hardness in his jeans.

He sighs as he sets his phone aside, hands coming to your waist—not pushing you away, but holding you still. His grip is firm, fingers digging in just enough to make you aware of his strength. "You're drunk," he states, eyes narrowing as he searches your face. There's no softness there, just a hard edge, like he's sizing up a problem.

"So?" You rock against him again, bolder now, your pussy already aching with want. The heat between your legs presses against his crotch, and you feel him twitch, thickening under the denim. "Doesn't mean I don't know what I want. Come on, touch me." Your fingers tug at his shirt, pulling it up to expose his abs, and you lean down to lick a stripe across his skin, tasting salt and him.

Seongje's breath hitches, but he doesn't melt into it. Instead, he grabs your wrists, pinning them behind your back with one hand while the other stays on your hip, halting your movements. "No." The word is sharp, final, like an order. You whine, trying to twist free, but he's unyielding, his body tense beneath you.

"Why not?" You pout, the alcohol loosening your inhibitions further, making you press your tits against his chest. Your nipples harden through your thin top, begging for attention, and you nip at his jaw, hoping to spark something. "I need your cock inside me. Please."

He exhales through his nose, a frustrated sound, and shifts you off his lap onto the cushion beside him. You land with a huff, legs splayed, skirt hiked up to show the damp spot on your panties. Seongje stands, adjusting himself visibly—his dick strains against his zipper, thick and obvious—but he turns away, running a hand through his hair. "Because you're wasted. I won't fuck someone who can't stand straight."

Frustration bubbles up, mixing with the haze in your head. You sit up, reaching for him, fingers grazing his thigh. "I'm fine. Look, I can walk a line." You try to demonstrate, but wobble on the first step, laughing it off. Crawling back to him on your knees, you palm his bulge, squeezing gently. "Feel how wet I am for you? Just slide in, it'll be quick."

His hand catches yours, pulling it away, but not before you feel the heat radiating from him. "Tomorrow," he says, voice low and edged with restraint. He's breathing heavier now, jaw clenched, but his eyes flick down to your exposed skin, lingering on the curve of your ass as you kneel there. "Sober. Then you can beg all you want."

You groan, flopping back onto the couch, one hand slipping between your thighs to rub yourself through the fabric. The touch sends a jolt through you, your clit throbbing under your fingers. "That's not fair. I'm so horny right now." You circle harder, watching him watch you, his fists balling at his sides. The outline of his cock is even more pronounced, and you lick your lips, imagining how it'd stretch your mouth, your pussy.

Seongje steps closer, towering over you, and for a second, you think he's giving in. But he just hauls you up by the arm, steering you toward the bedroom with a grip that's more possessive than gentle. "No." He pushes you onto the mattress, following to tug off your skirt and top, leaving you in just your panties. His hands are rough, efficient, no caresses—just stripping you down.

"Seongje..." You arch up, trying to pull him down, but he dodges, grabbing a t-shirt from the drawer and tossing it over you. It smells like him, and you clutch it to your chest, the fabric teasing your sensitive skin.

"Sleep it off," he mutters, stripping down to his boxers himself. His body is all hard lines and scars, the kind earned from fights he doesn't talk about, and your gaze drops to the tent in his underwear. It's massive, the head peeking out, pre-cum beading at the tip. You reach out, but he swats your hand away, climbing into bed and turning off the light.

"You're killing me," you whisper, curling against his back, your hand sneaking around to trace his hip. The heat from his body makes you bolder, fingers dipping lower, but he rolls over, capturing your wrist again.

"Hand off my dick, or I'll tie you up." His tone is gruff, warning clear, but there's a huskiness to it that tells you he's fighting his own urge. You relent, sighing dramatically, but the proximity is torture—his scent, the warmth of his skin inches away, the memory of how he fills you when he's buried deep.

Sleep comes slow, your mind foggy with unspent desire. Dreams twist into flashes of him pinning you down, thrusting hard, his cock splitting you open. You wake once in the night, hand between your legs, rubbing frantically, but it's not enough. Not like him.

Morning light filters through the curtains, and your head throbs dully—hangover mild, but the ache lower is insistent. Seongje's already up, making coffee in the kitchen, back to you as you pad in wearing his shirt, nothing else. He turns, eyes raking over you, and you see the shift: no more restraint, just hunger.

"Sober now?" he asks, setting his mug down, stepping close.

You nod, heart racing. "Yeah. And I still want you."

He doesn't waste time—grabs your ass, lifting you onto the counter, panties yanked aside in one motion. His fingers probe first, finding you soaked, two sliding in easy to curl against your walls. "Good," he growls, pumping them once, twice, before withdrawing. His cock springs free as he shoves his boxers down, thick and veined, slapping against your thigh.

You spread your legs wider, guiding him to your entrance. He pushes in slow at first, the stretch burning sweet as your pussy clenches around his girth. Inch by inch, he fills you, bottoming out with a grunt, balls pressed to your ass. "Fuck, you're tight," he mutters, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise.

The pace starts steady, hips snapping forward, his dick dragging along every sensitive spot inside you. You moan, nails digging into his shoulders, the counter digging into your back as he fucks you deeper. "Harder," you gasp, and he obliges, thrusting brutal, the slap of skin echoing in the kitchen.

He leans in, mouth claiming yours in a messy kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his cock. Your clit grinds against his pelvis with each drive, building that coil tight in your belly. "Gonna come," you whimper against his lips, and he angles his hips, hitting that spot relentlessly.

It shatters you—orgasm ripping through, pussy spasming around him, milking his length as you cry out. He doesn't stop, pounding through it until his rhythm falters, burying deep and coming with a low curse, hot spurts flooding your insides.

He pulls out slow, cum dripping from you onto the counter, and steps back, breathing ragged. No cuddles, no sweet words—just a smirk as he tucks himself away. "Told you tomorrow."

Instead, he's in your bed, eating the snacks he bought for you and playing on your console like a bum.

"Seong-je." you nudge him.

"Hm." he hums, not looking away from your TV.

You stare at him a little longer, waiting to see if he'd ask for the follow-up, but he was clearly occupied. You roll your eyes and lie on your side, turning away from him. You scroll on your phone, liking videos your friends had posted, when you remember why you invited him over.

You came across a cute trend where couples guess Chapstick flavors by kissing each other, taste-testing each flavor. You quickly sit back up, stretching your body over his lap as you reach into your bedside table. You pull out the chapstick packaging of several flavors you found at some cheap dollar store.

Right as Seong-je finishes his game, you face him, sitting with your legs crossed. You push the chapstick into his hands.

Seong-je looks down at his lap, thinking you got him a gift, only to see the cheap knock-off brands of chapstick. Hershey, Skittles, Strawberry, Cola, etc.

"What are you, a kid? What is this?" he tears the packaging open, picking up the Redbull flavor. "This is the equivalent of when you go shopping at Bath and Body Works and only get those nasty food-scented perfumes."

You frown. "You told me you liked my strawberry poundcake."

"I lied."

You gather the tiny cylinders in your hands, putting them in your lap.

"I wanna play the Chapstick game. I saw it on TikTok." you urge.

Seong-je thinks for a second before he nods once. "The game where you guess all the flavors and shit? I've seen that before."

"Yes!" you exclaim excitedly. "Okay, so you know the rules. Come on, put that down. Let's play."

He sighs, placing your controller down and sitting up. "Alright, Princess. Let's play."

"I'm going first. Close your eyes!"

The edge of Seong-je's mouth quirks up into a smirk as he reluctantly shut his eyes. You pick a random flavor in the pile of many flavors, lathering your lips with it.

"Okay, open!"

He opens his eyes. Now, to guess. He leans in, tilting your chin upwards towards him. His lips meet yours, prompting your eyes to close in bliss. He deepens the kiss, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip before he abruptly pulls back.

"That shit tastes like lizard ankles."

You laugh, concealing the true flavor in your clenched hand.

"No, that's not a guess."

He leans back, wiping his mouth. "That's got to be like, slime or something."

"It's Sprite."

"That was sprite...?" he asked in disbelief, looking at the flavor you presented to him.

"Okay, it's your turn. Pick one." You close your eyes, waiting patiently.

You can hear Seong-je rustling through the flavors before finally picking one. He doesn't tell you he's done, nor does he tell you to open your eyes. He just slams his lips against yours, pushing you down towards the bed. You let out an involuntary moan, hand sliding up his chest as you try to taste the flavor on his lips.

Seong-je's teeth bite down on your tongue, causing you to gasp out in pain. He smiles down at you, relishing in the pain he inflicted on you. You look up at him through your lashes, licking your lips, trying to taste the flavor.

"Is it...Cola?"

Seong-je gave you a tight-lipped smile, shaking his head. He placed his hand on your chest, squeezing your breast shamelessly.

"Nope. That's wrong, Princess." his hand trails down. "For every answer you get wrong, my hand will go lower."

Your breath hitches in your throat as you feel his large, calloused hand slide down your stomach.

"Liquorice?" you guess, rubbing your thighs together.

"Nope." he huffs, hand now rubbing your lower belly. "One more guess."

"Pepsi?"

Seong-je sighs, giving you a moment to process the silence before slipping his hand past the waistband of your underwear.

"Three guesses, and you got them all wrong, Baby." he smiles, palm sliding down your freshly shaven skin. "You've lost."

You let out a whimper, wrapping your hand around the wrist of the hand buried in your underwear. His lips find your neck, his free hand angling your head backwards.

"This isn't...fair," you protest. "This isn't how you play the game."

Seong-je's kisses turned into nips as his fingers found their way towards your entrance. His free hand hooks underneath your knee, spreading your legs so he'd have more access.

His fingers, playing in your heat, finally dip into your aching entrance, relieving you of the emptiness that had been bothering you all day. You gasp, burying your mouth in the palm of your hand. He must've forgotten your parents are still home.

You grind your hips against his hand as his fingers curl against your g-spot, rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

"Right there," Seong-je speaks to himself, making a mental note of where you like it best.

The rolls of chapstick were long forgotten, some across your floor after they had rolled off the bed. You were hot, and the room felt like it was closing in on you with each passing minute. You clench around his fingers, embarrassed that it didn't take you long to get close.

"Already?" he laughs, his other hand gripping your knee, making sure you kept your legs spread, while the other pumped two fingers inside of you. "That's even quicker than last time."

Your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. Your whimpers progressed into moans as each pump brought you closer to the edge, and it didn't help that he added another finger.

The hallway light flickered on, followed by the sounds of footsteps. Your parents.

"Honey?" your mother's voice calls out, startling you. "Are you still awake?"

Your body goes stiff at the sound of her voice. You try to get Seong-je to stop, but a wicked grin formed on his face. He curled his three fingers around your weak spot, making your back arch.

"Careful now," Seong-je warns with that shit-eating grin. "Don't wanna be too loud, now do we?"

You stare at your boyfriend in betrayal, coughing in your hand to mask a moan.

"I was studying, Mom. I'm going to bed now." You lie easily.

The light eventually shuts off, making your body relax. You're filled with ecstasy and relief as you clench around him, feeling the knot tie in your lower belly. His fingers come to a slow stop, coated in your liquids.

You breathe heavily, chest heaving as the ceiling of your bedroom spins in your vision. While you slowly come back down to Earth, Seong-je rubs your thigh with his thumb, bringing his coated hand towards his mouth.

He sucks his fingers off, not once breaking his glare on you.

The ambience was tense and raw. It was irritatingly quiet. Not to you though. You were trying to keep it that way so there won’t be any more arguments. You could barely even hear you breathe. It’s almost as if you weren’t there sitting inside the car next to seongje while he was driving. You felt like your voice didn’t matter in the first place so why bother talk. So all you did tonight was look at the night sky outside. And this seems to be bothering seongje because he clearly knew you were upset.

Seongje never had to look directly at you to notice the little changes in your behaviour. He noticed how your eyes have been glued to the same spot on your side of the window for 30 minutes now. He noticed how your posture was stiff; you weren’t relaxed or leaned back to the seat. He saw how your hands weren’t resting on your lap, they were fidgety. And it all pissed him off.

He doesn’t mind a quiet atmosphere between you two, but not when it’s like this. He loved existing in the same space with you, even in silence. During moments like that he would let he's abnormal thoughts take over him while you indulge in your own daydreams. You were pretty much the only person that he would expose he’s raw self to.

But right now? This wasn’t it. This is not the type of mood he craves when he’s with you. This is not relaxing. Even worse it’s not even sexual tension. It was just pure madness.  

“Say something” seongje tried to cut the tension in the atmosphere but he’s voice was mundane. It sounded like he was forced to say it. There was no emotion in he’s voice as if he’s disregarding your feelings. He’s eyes were still focused on the road, not glancing at you even once, not even secretly.

“Like.. what?” you asked without looking at him. There was no reason for you to look. There was nothing to see. Nothing but disappointment. “I have nothing to say” you said softly while still gazing outside.

You heard seongje sigh deeply. He’s getting frustrated and every bone in your body can feel he’s anger rising through. Seongje was poking the inside of he’s mouth with he’s tongue. He was roughly gripping onto the steering wheel with one hand, he’s nails now leaving a mark on the leather. He bit he’s lips, he’s eyebrows furrowed as if he’s thinking of doing something so horrible. He used he’s other hand to push back he’s glasses further up he’s nose bridge. This only signalled one thing. He’s bracing himself to do something unspeakable and you asked for it.

The car engine started roaring which took you in by surprise. It was no longer quiet. Seongje recklessly started speeding and the car started moving at a speed of light. Seongje wasn’t a careful driver but he was when you were with him. He never speeded more than the normal limit if you were next to him which alone highlighted how special you were to him. So this was him basically demanding a reaction from you.

“Seongje stop” you turned around to look at him for the first time since you got inside the car. “SEONGJE WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP” you entire body was now facing him. As absurd as that sounds this was all he wanted. He was putting up this childish act all because he wanted you to look at him and stop ignoring him.

“Fucking finally” he scoffed. He stopped pressuring the accelerator. He turned he’s face to look at you. You got goosebumps when you met he’s stern, cold eyes. He’s eyes were demanding you for an explanation. He’s death glare screamed “how dare you treat me that way?” Even when he broke eye contact and looked away you were left shivering.

It didn’t take long for seongje to pull up the car to the nearest gas station. He was surprisingly calm as he parked the car. He licked he’s lips and groaned. “I’m gonna go for a smoke. If you try to run away I’m gonna break your legs” He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. You scoffed when he locked the car while you were still inside. Run where? It was past 11 at night, public transport is shit, taxis are expensive and walking is not an option since you were still very far from home.

After about 10 minutes later you heard the car unlock. Seongje swiftly opened the door and got inside the car. He looked like he’s all calmed dow-

Then he threw a brown paper bag at you. You looked inside of it and it was chips and nuggets. He even got you a fork and sauce. You looked at him puzzled. When did he even get this? Now that you think about it, seongje usually smokes while standing outside the car but it wasn’t the case today.

Whenever you two go for a drive he takes 5 minute smoke breaks while you normally stay inside. You would be looking outside and spacing out while seongje smokes and takes glimpses at you. This time you were staring at the moon but he was nowhere to be seen.

So he’s trying to win you over by giving you food?.. well it was working because you started munching on the food. Then it clicked, you’ve been hungry for a while now. Did seongje heard your stomach grumble?.. was it even that loud?.. maybe he went to get you food by using smoking as an excuse?..

You tried to smell him without making it obvious. Strangely he didn’t smell like cigarettes. So he didn’t smoke after all. You glanced at him. He was opening a soft drink can before handing it to you. He didn’t even look at you. What a tsundere. He made all that mess earlier not to even say a word now? What a drama queen.

“Thank you” you mumbled. You looked at him and stretched your hand to offer him the food he got for you. “I’m fine” he put he’s seatbelt on and started the car. “I got them for you while you were looking at that white thing in the sky” he looked at you and surprisingly.. he smiled.

“You’re not.. mad at me anymore?” you were genuinely confused.  “I wasn’t mad at you in the first place” he chuckled.

“THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU CAUSE A BIG SCENE?” you yelled at him and he started laughing even harder. He tapped your chin twice and said “I just wanted your attention. And look!! I got what I wanted” he was mischievously so happy. You wanted to smack that smug grin off he’s face.

“You could’ve asked nicely like a normal person” you murmured to yourself. “What’s the fun in that?” He scoffed “Besides I’m anything but normal I thought you knew that” yeah right how could you forget that.

He pulled up to the main road and started driving again at a normal pace. You were now relaxed and leaned against the seat. Seongje let out a sigh of relief.

The calm atmosphere only lasted for a few minutes because you felt he’s hand on your thigh. It caught you off guard even though it’s typical seongje behaviour. It didn’t matter where you were, he always had the urge to hold you. Even in public, he would hold your hand or your waist. Driving wasn’t any different. But things shifted a little when he slowly started rubbing your inner thighs.

He kept on driving. But for a moment you felt his gaze on you. You tried not to fold easily because you knew this was him trying to say sorry. He wouldn’t say it out loud, but he would try to do small gestures to win you back. He would try to make you forget about everything that happened which sometimes made you feel silly for even getting mad him in the first place.

He realised you were trying to resist him so he pinched your thigh. “AWW WHAT was that for” you screeched and turned around to look at him, only to see he was grinning. “C’mon stop ignoring me” he pouted.

He moved he’s hand to your chest now. He was massaging your tit, all while he’s eyes were still on the road. He felt your nipple harden and chuckled.

He then moved he’s hand to your core and started rubbing you over your panties. He let out a low chuckle when he felt how wet you were. He felt your core throbbing at he’s slightest touch so he wasted no time to put he’s hand inside your panties. He started playing with your clit.

You couldn’t resist him anymore. You held on to your seatbelt and slightly moaned. Before you realised you started slowly grinding against he’s fingers.

“Fuck yes just like that.” Seongje groaned at how needy and wet you were. He put two of fingers inside you. “Fuck yourself on my fingers” that was a command and you obeyed.

There were cars driving right beside you so you tried to keep a straight face but failed. You were now a moaning mess. You grabbed onto he’s hand and tried to stop him when you were close. “se-seongje I-I might make a m-mess” you were panting so hard. “Go on. Make a mess all over the seat” and that was all you needed to hear.

You squirted all over he’s seat, wetting yourself through your panties. “Now that’s my girl” Seongje patted your clit before finally taking he’s hand out of your panties. He licked your juices from he’s fingers and put he’s hand back on the steering wheel.

Your threw your head back and leaned on the seat again. You were tired and felt pathetic, all  while seongje kept on driving with a smile on he’s face like nothing happened.

You were annoyed. Two can play this game. You slid you panties off to get rid of the wet, yucky feeling to make yourself comfortable. Seongje’s eyes widened when he realised how exposed your cunt was.

You unbuckled your seatbelt because you didn’t care anymore. You hovered over the gears and started unzipping he’s pants. He started chuckling darkly. “Are you trying to take revenge?” he was looking down at you taking he’s cock out of he’s pants. “Fine keep doing what you want” he smiled and focused he’s eyes back on the road. He was trying to act nonchalant but he’s cock was aching to be sucked.

You spat on he’s tip and started licking he’s shaft up and down. He groaned. He grabbed the panties you tossed away and brought it to he’s face. While you kept on sucking him off, he sniffed your wet panties. He inhaled your intoxicating scent, the nasty smell that he adored. He was also grabbing your hair once every now and then.

All of a sudden you heard a loud honk which startled you. You jolted upwards, eyes widened. Did someone see you two? You got so scared. “W-what the hell was that?..” you were chickened out. You went back to your seat and kept on looking around anxiously. Then you met seongje’s eyes and he wasn’t pleased.

“What? Are you embarrassed? I thought you wanted this” he said with sarcasm. “Doesn’t matter who honked continue doing your thing” seongje pointed he’s face at he’s cock. You were frozen on the spot. Still trying to grasp what happened.

Seongje sighed and started driving upto a street in the corner. He parked the car in an alley. “Come here” he grabbed your arm and yanked you onto he’s lap. He started kissing you roughly. He was sucking on your lips, then he started swirling he’s hot tongue inside your mouth, leaving you breathless. You gasped when he started poking he’s cock near your entrance. You were wet enough so he’s cock easily slid inside you.

Seongje’s eyes were wide shut. He was savouring the way your pussy swallowed he’s cock. “Ride me” he mumbled, he was feeling so ecstatic. You started moving your hips while your hands grabbed onto he’s shoulders. You legs were aching because there wasn’t enough space for the two of you. But this kind of pain turned into pleasure. Seongje’s nails were digging into your thighs. Both of you were so close. When you creamed all over he’s cock you pulled he’s hair and moaned into he’s mouth. You felt seongje smirk against your lips. He titled he’s face to kiss you as he spilled he’s cum inside you. As you pulled away to breathe there was a trail of spit connecting the two of you.

He rubbed your cheek while gazing into your eyes and slowly smiled. He put he’s hand behind your back and pulled you closer to him. Seongje started slowly caressing your back and you smiled onto he’s shoulder. It was a soft moment for both of you. He didn’t pull out of you, he wanted to cockwarm like you two did when he was playing games. You would sit on him for hours, resting your head on he’s shoulders while he was sitting in he’s gaming chair.

Your eyes were getting heavy. Before you start falling asleep you mumbled “Don’t start.. driving.. when we’re like this..” You were quite familiar with seongje’s deviant thoughts now. The idea of him driving and even worse, getting caught while you’re cockwarming him will give him a crazy amount of adrenalin rush. Forget about the cops catching you two or him getting fined, this guy might get you both killed for real.

Seongje’s lips curved upwards and he casually kept on rubbing he’s hand on your back. “Wouldn’t that be nice?.. If we get into a car crash, I’m gonna die while I’m inside you…” he sighed dreamily and closed he’s eyes again. “Even when you’re breathing for the last time you’ll be stuffed with my cock..” seongje whisperd. Being the peculiar guy he is he was finding this so romantic.

He let he’s imagination draw pictures of these scenes. The sight of both of you slightly injured and in pain.. especially him bruised and bleeding.. yet he’s bleeding hands still grasping your back.. while you’re gripping on to him for your dear life with tears running down your face.. you will feel him harden during the last time you breath.. and he will feel you clench around him the last time he breathes… doesn’t matter if you two are dead or alive.. you two will be entwined together forever.. that’s he’s twisted idea of perfect death.

You felt he’s cock slightly twitch inside you. OF COURSE he’s getting hard at this thought.

“Shut up psycho” you muttered. At this point you’re not even fazed by the sick words coming out of he’s mouth. He snickered at what you said and kissed your temple, a typical gesture from him telling you that you’re cute. Surprisingly he ignored he’s cock twitching inside you and kept on rubbing imaginary circles on your back while you slowly drifted off to sleep.

Knowing seongje he will probably start driving in a few hours after taking a little nap, all while you’re still cockwarming him. You didn’t say it out loud but the thought of you two dying while still being inside each other made your heart warm a little as well. That idea sounded oddly tender to you too. You knew this was he’s way of telling you he loved you. You knew he won’t ever let you go and that even death can’t separate the two of you. He will be inside you, haunting every single part of your soul. And you were fine with it. After all you were as messed up as he was.  

It has been a few days since you heard from Seong-Je, and honestly, it’s not a big surprise that he is off the radar again. However, he always calls you on the third day at the latest. He left you wondering why it was different this time, and the radio silence from him was starting to become troubling.

You sat at your desk, bouncing your leg up and down, anxiously chewing away on your fingernails. Reaching towards your phone, you hurriedly found his number and tried to reach him again. “The number you dialed is not available…” Voicemail, again.

You stood up and started pacing around your room, wondering what to do and how to find him. You weren’t the biggest fan of Na Baek-Jin, but he was your best option at this point.

You went through your contacts and found his number to call him. “Hello?” an uninterested voice came from the other side. “Hi, Baek-Jin. How are you?” You spoke with hesitation. “What do you want from me? Don’t know where Seong-je is?” He asked with annoyance. “Actually, yeah. Can you tell me where he is?” You asked nervously. “Hmm.” He said after a bit of silence and hung up on you.

A minute later, he texted an address. It’s an address to a warehouse that you had never heard of. You quickly thanked him and sneaked out of the house without alerting your parents. Though they wouldn’t even care if they saw you leave.

You ran your way there as it surprisingly wasn’t too far away, and your fear of not seeing him even tonight grew a pit in your stomach, making you rush. You reached there and took a moment to catch your breath before sliding the door open and walking in.

His head shot towards the sound of your foot shuffling in, almost dropping his newly lit cigarette onto the ground. He looked confused and stood up to walk towards you.

You let out a sigh of relief before lunging yourself at him and hugging him with all the strength you could gather. “I missed you. Were you here all this time?” You asked with a hint of worry. “What are you doing here?” He asked in his raspy voice. You let go of him and looked towards his face. Caressing a fresh scar on his face, you smiled softly until you realised that he hadn’t called you for days, for no fucking reason. Slowly, your expression changed from shocked to anger, and before you knew it, you slapped him across the face.

The cigarette in his mouth went flying to the other side of the room. He slowly turned his head to you with his jaw locked in anger. “What the fuck was that for?” He asked sternly. “You haven’t called me for days, what’s wrong with you? You usually send me a text at least.” You shouted at him with annoyance. However, slapping him and shouting at him was the last thing he needed from anybody, especially not from his girlfriend. His pent-up anger was not going to do either of you any good tonight, and he knew it.

He glared at you before reaching his hand to the back of your head and began dragging you towards the couch by your hair to push you onto it. It took you a second to realise that you had fucked up as he scowled towards you before reaching into his pocket and getting a new cigarette. He lit it and took a long drag of smoke from it before sighing.

He bent down to your eye level before gripping both your cheeks using his hand with bloody knuckles. It felt so harsh to the point that your eyes started to tear up in fear. Seong-Je isn’t a bad boyfriend, but he has his moments which make you fear him, and this was one.

He took a slow drag of the cigarette, eyes locked in with yours, and blew the smoke towards your face. You felt yourself start to cough because of it, but his grip on you became stronger until he spoke. “Though you’re my girlfriend, what gives you the right to slap me, huh? You think you’re so tough, princess.” You began squirming in your seat, uncomfortable, scared, and aroused.

A little secret about you is that you love when Seong-Je is terrifying. You love when he speaks to you sternly in his low voice, because you trust him enough to know that he would never truly hurt you. He noticed your squirming before letting go of your face with a harsh enough push to be thrown onto the couch. 

You moved up towards the couch when you saw him get on the couch to climb towards you while taking a long drag of smoke. You didn’t know what his next move was and it made you curious. He grabbed your throat and bent down to kiss you roughly. Shotgunning smoke into your mouth, teeth clashing and saliva dripping from the sides. It felt as if you both were fighting for dominance but of course, he easily won and pushed his tongue into your mouth exploring it. You felt the smoke taste in the back of your throat and his glasses dug deep into your cheeks which hurt to the point that you reached towards it and pushed it over his head. He pulled away and reached for the glasses to set it down on the table next to you both before resuming with the kiss. Both your hands were now wrapped around his bloody hand that was on your throat to try and remove it. As the minutes went on, you felt the lack of oxygen in your body.

He finally lets go and you gasp trying to take in as much air as you can into your lungs. He looked at you with a smug smirk on his face as you struggled to breathe. You felt his hands reach towards your shirt and unbutton it slowly. You reached towards his zip-up hoodie and began unzipping it as your hands trembled with desperation.

He took his hoodie off and then pulled your shirt from your arms and tossed it to the side before unbuckling your bra and doing the same to it. You suddenly felt shy when you realised how naked you were compared to him. You tugged his shirt that was under the hoodie indicating that he should take it off. “What, should I be as naked as you now?” He asked teasingly. You nodded shyly, all while hiding your breasts under your arms.

He obliged accordingly, because he wanted you as badly as you wanted him. Maybe even more than you did. He grabbed your arms with one hand and pinned them above your head onto the couch before grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing it while licking the other like a hungry animal. You felt yourself become wetter, making you arch your chest towards his face, wanting more. He left little nips and hickeys across your chest and neck before moving to lick your stomach.

He let go of your hands and looked upwards at you before biting the elastic waistband of your shorts to pull it down. Your hand went onto his hand that was still on your chest, and you moved it to your nipple, wanting some more friction to try and relieve how aroused you felt. 

He used his other hand to take off both your panties and shorts fully and placed his cigarette on the table next to you both. Afterwards, he settled his hands on your waist, gripping it tightly as he dipped his face down towards your heat, giving it kitten licks just to tease you. Your hand flew towards his hair to try and push his face towards you more, wanting to reach climax. He began licking you more aggressively, mouth covered in your wetness.

You couldn’t help but start rolling your hips against his face and moaning loudly as he stimulated your clit. His one hand reached downwards and circled your entrance before plunging two fingers into you. He began fucking you with his fingers that reached deep inside you. You felt yourself going lightheaded with all the stimulation that was starting to become too much. You indicated this by trying to push his face away from you.

He looked up when you began trying to push him away from you. He began getting more excited feeling you try to fight the pleasure he gave you. His hand easily took both of your hands and locked them into place like before and began kissing you making you taste yourself all while fucking you with his fingers. He felt himself growing a boner in his pants, which was starting to become bothersome because of how aroused he was. Not even seconds after he began kissing you, the climax washed over you aggressively, making you moan into the kiss.

He slowly let go of your hands and lips to examine your fucked-out face that was filled with bliss as you slowly caught your breath. He removed his fingers from you, making you shiver a bit. He then moved to unbuckle his belt and jeans. He took his belt and brought your hands together to restrain it, before flipping you over onto your stomach. “Ass up, beautiful.” He quietly spoke into your ear before biting it. You felt the pain of the bite, making you quickly obey his words.

He gave his cock a few pumps before burying himself in your wetness. He groaned in satisfaction, because believe it or not, he missed you so much, even though he would never say it to your face. You felt so full and was trying to adjust to his size after weeks of not doing it, as you both had been busy even before he went off the radar.

He began a slow pace before fastening, creating a rough rhythm, making you whine and making him moan. He reached over to the cigarette to take long drags of smoke while fucking you. After all, doing it with you was ecstasy to him because he worshiped your body like no other. While he did love you so much, he also loved to see you cry in pain.

An idea popped into his head as he was fucking you, which caught you by surprise. Your eyes widened as you felt hot circles of burn on your butt. It didn’t take you long to realise that he was putting off the cigarette on your butt. You panicked and began fumbling with his belt on your wrists. “What are you doing?” You asked hurriedly, trying to see. He chuckled and said, “What do you think?”

He then tossed the cigarette to the side before licking his hand to calm down your burn marks. You quietly sobbed as he did it because, one, it hurt and two, it felt good at the same time that you felt embarrassed. He noticed that you were crying and couldn’t help but smile. He reached to your hair and pulled your head up from it and took a good look at your face before licking your tears and peppering your face with kisses. You couldn’t help but whimper as you felt loved, how ironic. He whispered in your ear, “You know I love you, right?” You knew very well, after all, he was always loyal to you no matter how he treated you at times.

He always looked after you when you felt down about anything. Whenever a guy would even look at your way or try to approach you, he would be like a guard dog ready to fight them off. He treasured you a little too much to the point that he was scared of how possessive he felt over you. “Yes my love, I know.” You croaked out weakly but happily.

He flipped you over to admire your face while he fucked you deep. He placed a palm of his hand on your lower stomach while holding your waist so he could feel himself fuck you. This pressure pushed you over the edge making you see stars and made him groan.

After a while of doing so, he got rid of his belt on your wrists so you could reach out to him and hug him as he fucked you to reach his climax, but Seong-Je always puts your sexual needs above his and makes you reach it before him.

He kissed you as he held you close, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingernails scratched his back with aggression. He locked his eyes onto yours before giving a few final thrusts which made you both reach the climax together. You couldn’t help but bite his shoulder to mask your moan as he filled you up with his cum. This made him moan and groan a little too loudly than he would’ve preferred, which you loved.

You let go of his shoulder and peppered a few kisses from his shoulder to his face while caressing it. He pulled out of you and laid beside you while breathing heavily and hugging you close to him.

You felt his heart beat loudly against his chest. At this point, you didn’t even care for an explanation as to why he gave you radio silence for longer than you would’ve liked. He was there, and you were in his arms; it was all you needed to feel all the comfort in the world.

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Since you've known him as of late, lying has become almost as voluntary as breathing. It should scare you, how fluidly a lie slips past the confines of your lips. Making you more and unrecognizable to even your own self.

"I'm tutoring late tonight."

"I’m studying at the library,"

“I'm having dinner with a friend.”

You didn't have many of those. Had your parents been the caring type they might have known that friends were a luxury you could not afford.

Still, it bothered you that you were making excuses for him. You were helping yourself get extorted everytime you stole for him and everytime you didn't let a living soul know.

The first few times were as difficult as it ever got. But the more you were forced to work for him, the more he corrupted you-the more that infection spread until it became all you were.

"What do you need that much money for anyway?" You squeeze your phone tighter with one hand while the other sits in your blazer pocket. You maintain a calm, controlled gait as you walk out of the school gates, surrounded by your peers dressed in the same uniform walking in clumps of groups- little ecosystems that they formed to help manage their anxieties. You wish you had their problems: Boys. Makeup. Parties.

You wish you had your own little ecosystem. A group who'd be more concerned with strengthening your mental health, not deteriorating it.

"You think school trips to Bali are gonna be cheap?" It was always easier to lie to her over the phone or through text. There was something biting in your mother's eyes that you couldn't always face. Something that would eat you alive if she found out you've been working for the kind of people you're working for.

"Backtrack on the attitude," her words snipe you through the receiver like barbed wire, "It's just strange that they're organizing a field trip in the height of your assignments like this..."

"It's an incentive I guess. They're telling us about it now for extra motivation to see this exam season through.." lies lies and more lies. Your mouth is full of them.

"I don't know if I want you to be thinking about a trip to Bali during all this work... have you been improving?"

There was no improvement with her. Only perfection. She tried your whole life to wipe you squeaky clean until you were spotless. If only she knew that over the past year you've acquired a spot almost impossible to scrub away. He's irremovable. Or at least you thought he was...

"When did you say your field trip was? Perhaps your father and I will tag along, make a family vacation out of it. We never see you anymore because you're always studying and Bali is lovely all-year round-" while your mother talks, your heart sinks and panic festers. You try to focus your steps on making it across the road, down a path you've walked all year.

"Mom, please don't be embarrassing."

"How am I being embarrassing?"

"You'll be the only parent there." Above you, the afternoon sun sits snugly against the horizon, guiding you down a decrepit lane. Stray cats and empty soju bottles litter the street the farther you walk from the safety of the school grounds. You're getting closer and you needed her to send the money.

"It's my money. I can do with it as I please."

You scramble your brain, searching furiously for a lifeline.

"It's just..." More and more lies, "This trip is actually just Geo-camp. Our teachers planned a few cave explorations. We're gonna check out the different stalactites and stalagmites-your presence might hinder my concentration-"

In the distance, the warehouse looms and your fist in your blazer pocket begins to coil.

"Why didn't you say so in the first place instead of wasting my time?” Your mother tsks, “I've sent the money to your account."

"Thank you ma'am..."

The call ends abruptly, void of any warmth. Void of any love. You pull your phone away from your ear and your nerves settle as you see the money reflecting. You suddenly feel bigger than this warehouse- bigger than life itself- like you're armed and ready to take on anything this rabid dog might throw at you.

You tilt your head back to watch the clouds disappear behind the iron roof and you steal your nerves. Word on the street is that this place once belonged to Baek Jin before his untimely disappearance. Until, naturally, a wolf came in and marked it as his own...

The nearer you get to the slightly opened door, the clearer the sound becomes: You hear the sound of a broken man groaning and your body has a visceral reaction. By now you recognize the sound of a fist slamming against human flesh and bone. You know what that sounds like and it haunts you through those quiet moments at night when it was just you and your memories. You fight the urge to stop walking, something in you tugging and begging to just walk away. It's either this or remain a slave for the rest of your foreseeable future.

That thought is enough to have you sucking in one final breath of air before waltzing into the warehouse. It's dark, the air damp and stuffy with little to no circulation. Despite the location, the interior is somewhat tidy and were it not for the man kneeling and bleeding on the floor, you might have thought the place fitting for any dignified bachelor.

“I didn't expect to see you today,” Seongje addresses you the moment you step in. His fist is paused in mid air and it's pulled back as if you'd just saved the man on the floor from experiencing one final blow.

He smiles at you, as if he didn't have blood on his knuckles. As if he didn't have a man on his knees, pleading for his life. “To what do I owe this pleasure?” Seongje asks, before digging his fingers into the boys scalp. You hide your trembling hands in the pockets of your blazer and you appear as unaffected as you possibly can when Seongje tilts the man's face to look up at you. “This is Eungmin. He's very cute, very small.” Seongje smiles. “Eungmin is getting beat unconscious because he's been stealing some of my money for himself, isn't that right, Eungmin-a?”

The man’s left ise completely disappeared under a swollen mass of flesh. His skin is broken in several places- all is red and yet he still tries… “P-please-” his words are slurred. You can tell he's getting closer and closer to blacking out. His brain can't comprehend the words leaving his mouth and it's far too painful to watch. “My grandfather's sick and- I needed the money-”

“Sob, sob, sob, stories, Eungmin-a,” Seongje lets go of the man's head before tucking his hands into his pockets. Eungmin sways from side to side as Seongje rounds his bruised and battered body, tsking lightly like a scolding parent.

Before you're made witness to any more bloodshed, possibly even a murder, you grab your phone out of blazer pocket and with trembling hands you press a few buttons on your screen.

Seongje's phone buzzes and he pulls it out of his pockets. He taps away at the device with bloodied fingers, his orange windbreaker stained with the same blood and for a moment, all is quiet.

Seongje stares blankly at his screen.

“What's this?” He asks without looking up.

Something in you tells you that you have the upper hand. Power has shifted, even minutely and it gives you the courage to reply back, “It's an incentive.”

Seongje's dark eyes finally flit up to you and you're arrested by that wolfish grin. “Big words.” He smirks. “You want a promotion or something?”

You ready your voice. “Actually, Seongje, I’m looking for a way out.”

More silence but this time, it's fucking suffocating. Even the man on the floor, the man who's experienced the very worst of Seongje's wrath has his mouth slightly open from shock.

“I never want to steal for you again. I never want to do anything for you again.” You find your voice in the rubble of your pain and all your anxieties that have gone unnoticed by the adults around you. “I never wanna see you again.”

He nods slowly. “I hear you.” Seongje's voice is calm. So calm it births a sliver of hope inside you: Maybe he'll just accept the money and you might actually be free. You could go back to being a girl forgotten by the rest of the world but this time, it'd be on your own terms. You'd love to be invisible again. Invisible girls don't get extorted like this.

“It's just… I'm really sensitive-”

The very moment those words leave his mouth, the moment a glimmer of a smile flits onto your lips, Seongje delivers a bone-cracking punch to the man's jaw.

You gasp and cup your mouth with both hands. Shocked.

The man slumps over, face hitting the floor. Knocked out cold.

“This is interesting.” Seongje says but you can't look away at the man laying on the ground. His body twitches periodically until there's barely any movement at all. Were you looking at someone passed out or were you staring at a corpse?

Soengje doesn't care about either outcome because he's already lighting a cigarette, standing as if pondering something else entirely.

“Where'd you get this money from?”

“D-Does-” you swallow thickly, “-it matter?”

He nods his head slightly before sticking the cigarette on the tip of his lips, “I could buy a million cig packs with this. The good kind too,” he chuckles, “Fuck, I could buy a fucking factory-”

“It's not that much-”

“Are you rich?” He asks suddenly, ramping up your nerves as he tucks his hands in his pockets to stalk closer towards you. “Have I been extorting a princess this whole time and I didn't know it?” You make your body an iron rod- your face cold. Something like him can't sense discomfort or he'll play with it.

“Not rich,” you say, “Just desperate…”

His feet stop directly in front of you and you keep your gaze there. Not daring to look up at him until he brings his own index finger under your chin, tilting it up.

“I like that word… Desperate.” He blows out a plume of smoke but not in your face. The small, gentlemanly act is almost laughable.

“Seongje, at this rate I'll be working for you for the rest of my life-”

“The rest of your life…” he nods slowly, looking away in a pensive manner before looking back at you, “That sounds fun, doesn't it?”

“Seongje- please just accept the money…”

“Are you calling me poor?”

“That's not what I'm saying at all and honestly, I feel like you know that's not what I'm saying-” your brows are furrowed, voice rising.

“So I'm delusional then?” He asks with a smile.

“Why do you get off on making yourself a victi-” his hand contracts around your throat and it tightens.

“Lemme stop you from saying what you wanna say because you really won't like the outcome.”

He squeezes one more time in warning before letting you go

“Why would I let you go? You're so perfect for me. We work well together.”

“Seongje, Please-”

“Shh… shh… shh…” he lets the cigarette hang off the side of his mouth before cupping both of your cheeks with both hands. He pushes back a stray braid and you tremble under the weight of not only his hands, but his gaze. His eyes are two endlessly cold voids. You don't wonder what's behind those eyes because you bet there's nothing there.

So focused, you've become, with Seongje's eyes, you barely notice his hand slithering down your neck. He feels you, touches you like he's just discovered something new…

“You've just made me more money than any of these useless scumbags ever have…” He stands closer and you watch as he opens his mouth to let the cigarette fall to the floor. You hear his foot stomp on it but your eyes are hazy with tears.

“I pride myself on being a good businessman… Letting you go?” He tsks, “That's not very good business.”

“Please, Seongje-”

“I do believe in rewards though so…” he lets his hand roam lower and lower. On its way down, he squeezes you tit through your shirt, causing a small gasp to slip through.

“Is it okay?” He asks in a low voice, “That im touching you like this?”

He waits patiently for a response that never comes. Truth is, you're completely and utterly overwhelmed. Caught in a web of feeling good and fucking terrible.

A tear falls.

“Shh,” he pats down your hair while all too slyly inching his hand up your skirt. “Seongje will make you feel better-”

You could tell him to stop, but your mind is clouded with all sorts of contradictions. You can't lie some more and say you don't find him even a little bit attractive. Isn't it fucking terrible how that works? This man has tormented you and yet-

“You're so wet, Princess,” you open your legs wider, only flinching when his fingers rub against your clothed cunt. You don't have the energy to look up at him, but you notice the visceral reaction his body is having from all this.

Over his shoulder, you notice the bloodied man unconscious on the floor.

“You just became wetter-” he whispers into your ear before cursing ever so lightly as his finger pushes aside your panties. You notice his movements becoming less controlled, far more hungry and you begin to pull away.

“Say it.” He urges, before fisting your neck in one tight grip. “I need you to say it.”

In a moment that feels unreal, Seongje pushes you backwards, forcing your feet into motion until he has you firmly pressed against a wall. “Say we work well together- tell me-”

You can't very well say much of anything because he's already sinking his index and middle finger into your cunt. Your mouth flies open and you're caught in a silent cry.

“Fuck- Look at how well we work together…” he says, bringing his fingers up to the light. He watches your slick coat, his fingers and something in you coils with disgust and immense pleasure.

His eyes immediately snap to you the second a small moan croaks out.

“F-Fuck-” you gulp in all the air you possibly can when his grip around your throat loosens. There's absolutely no space between you as he crowds you against the wall, staring down at you with the bad fluorescents reflecting against his glasses.

“You don't get to do that… You don't quit on me. I quit on you.” He's forcing his hand between your legs, this time he fucks you properly. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and a tear falls.

“Say sorry.” He taunts with another manic smile flitting across his face, “I want you to take my fingers and tell me how sorry you are-”

“F-Fuck Seongje-” your hips snap awards and you stare up at him with watery eyes- watery eyes that havr his cocktail straining against his pants. He brings you in close by the nape of your neck while he forces you down until your clit meets the palm of his hand.

“You keep looking at me like that and I'm gonna cum. And I hate cumming first.”

“Shit…” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you force yourself to grind down on his fingers. His hand around your throat is the only thing keeping you somewhat upright. You've slipped into that mental soace where you'll embarrass yourself to achieve orgasm. You needed this.

And him.

“What a greedy slut, huh? Tell me you're done with me. I want you to say it again-”

You can't say much of anything because you grab ahold of his wrist, keeping his fingers inside you as your orgasm crests and breaks.

You're screaming wildly, devoid of all rational thought, unprepared by the fact that a bleeding man still lays forgotten on the cold floor. All you feel is him. Jts all him and its suffocating.

You've quite literally found yourself in the clutches of a sadist and he's guiding You gently through your orgasm… patting your head down lightly like you were a delicate baby bird.

Leaning your head against the wood, you felt the cold hardness of the floor beneath you, your frame still trembling. The memory of the high school reunion flashed through your mind, torturing you all over again.

All through your teens, you’d dreamed of Jin-hyeong returning your feelings, but the truth was he never could. Now, you’d learned he’s marrying his girlfriend and your heart simply can't handle the news. 

You know you should be happy for him… that after years of struggle, he finally found his peace. But the truth is, you feel wretched. Maybe you aren't as good a person as you thought, because you find yourself wishing she would just disappear, even if she isn't the one to blame for your misery.

(...)

That was the beginning of your unhappiness and the six months that followed weren't any better. You acted strong because you had no choice, but it cut your soul every time you saw them together. That woman is the reason for those radiant smiles he wears, not you... and now, what's left for you?

Out of nowhere, your father decided to marry you with Han Su-gang. The mere thought makes your skin crawl. He was the one who bullied Jin-hyeong and caused him so much trouble back in school. The fact that he was never punished doesn't erase the crimes he committed. You remember vividly how everyone was terrified of him... and now, you are terrified to be in his hands. You know you shouldn't judge people before getting to know them, but he is different.

On your wedding day, you were so nervous you would have gladly run away, but you couldn't. Your father would have hated you and you’ve barely managed to earn a shred of his trust as it is, your relationship has always been strained by the simple fact that you were born out of infidelity. You only know how to do what others expect of you. Now, you look like a princess in the wedding dress your husband had custom-made for you, your hair swept up in a simple but elegant bun at the nape of your neck.

You didn't dare look at him throughout the ceremony, but you could feel the dangerous aura radiating from his body. Hearing his deep and gravelly voice recite his vows paralyzed you, you looked up for only a fraction of a second because you couldn't bear the weight of his intense gaze. Even at the reception, you couldnt look at him. Sitting beside him was the strangest thing in the world. Your heart was racing from fear and the nerves kept you trembling.

When your parents congratulated you, you wanted to scream. Seeing them so happy felt like they were mocking your misfortune, but once again, you put on a brave face and thanked them. 

What else could you do?

Being in the mansion the Han family gifted you brought a fresh wave of reality. Your body started shaking again, despite your best efforts to contain it. You followed him into the bedroom in a daze, hands pressed to your chest, trying to steady yourself. 

Accepting the marriage was one thing, but consummating it was another... and no matter how much you wanted to hide your fear, you couldn't. This is Han Su-gang… he surely had noticed by now.

"Are you going to speak?" hearing his voice made you jump.

For the first time, you actually looked at him. His face was empty of all expression, as if he hadn't even spoken. He carried himself with an elegance that felt laced with the danger that defines him. He began to take off his blazer and the trembling returned. You must have looked terrified, hugging yourself and trying to shrink away.

"I didn't think you'd actually be this submissive..."

He reached you so quickly you didn't even see him move. Hearing those words caught you off guard. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, the warmth of his hand steadying your jaw. You made the mistake of looking into his eyes again, feeling even more vulnerable as your vision blurred with tears that refused to fall.

"Come on, babe... relax" he said, though the request did nothing to help.

You know what’s coming and you never dreamed it would be like this. Even that first kiss, which was nothing more than a graze of the lips, hadn't hurt… but your first time? Sealing this marriage felt like a nightmare.

Su-gang traced a crooked, almost twisted smirk as he leaned toward you. You could feel his warm breath against your ear as his thumb stopped moving, resting firmly against your face.

"You have no fucking idea how long I’ve dreamed of this moment" he said. You went rigid at the harshness of his words. "You thought you were invisible in high school, but I always saw you. You were so weak, so desperate for someone to take care of you... it always turned me on."

Your hands acted on their own, pressing against his chest to push him away, though you only managed to make him let go. Your breathing grew ragged. How could he say that to you?

Seeing him look so serious again confused you... it was as if he had not said anything at all. How could those kinds of words come from someone so stoic? Then you noticed his bare torso, you were so distracted you hadn't realized he’d undressed. You blushed instantly and dropped your gaze to your feet.

This was so uncomfortable. You really didn't want this to happen. You wanted to bolt, but you knew he was faster and would only make things harder. You had no choice but to comply with whatever your new husband wanted.

"What is it?" His voice came out raspy. You took a deep breath, trying to mutter a simple "nothing," but the words wouldn't come. "Am I going to have to rip the words out of you?"

The threat sent adrenaline through your veins. Your breathing became shallow. You tried to gulp in the air, to not lose yourself in the abyss, but you couldnt speak. You could only look up at him again, trying to find your voice, but nothing left your throat.

Then he kissed you and his movements were rough. He licked your lips at first, then sucked on them before his tongue forced its way into your mouth. You wanted to pull away as your held-back tears finally spilled down your cheeks, but he gripped your waist, preventing any escape.

Just as you were about to run out of air, he bit your lower lip, tugging on it as he pulled back just enough to break the kiss… though his hands stayed clamped firmly to your waist. His eyes made you shiver, he narrowed them as he leaned back into your ear.

"I don't want to scare you... that isn't my goal. So stop fucking shaking already" he said, his voice laced with annoyance you couldn't handle. "I'm going to make you shake for a different reason".

"P-please..." you managed to squeeze out.

You didn't know if you were begging him to stop or to stop saying such inappropriate things. He let out a sound that was the ghost of a laugh.

"I like that stutter, for some sick reason" he commented. His hands began to slide up and down your back in what felt like a delicate caress. "Though I want to hear your real voice, too. Your normal one."

His lips pressed against your cheek in soft kisses that only intensified your fear. You closed your eyes, trying to resign yourself to this.

"Honey, you have no fucking idea how many times I followed you, wanting you exactly like this. I had to pull a few strings to make it happen, but I don't regret a thing."

"What?" you asked, unable to help yourself.

His lips trailed down to your neck and, though you didn't want the kisses, your body reacted in a way you couldn't control. They made you feel... strange.

"It’s not time for you to know that yet. Just know that I am going to take care of you..."

For some reason, his revelation made you seek out his gaze… that dark stare that, while unfamiliar, you realized was not lying.

"W-why?" you asked and he traced the shadow of a smile.

"There are plenty of reasons. The obvious one is that you’re my wife now. The real one and it’s time you knew… is that I like you too much. You make me feel things I don't like." He narrowed his eyes, appearing almost angry, though you didn't understand what he meant. "And the most twisted reason of all? I want you. I want you to be the mother of my heirs."

He stroked your stomach and you felt like you were falling into a void. You broke eye contact, wanting to escape again.

Su-gang is handsome... undeniably so. You were aware that plenty of women would kill to be in your place, and though you felt a strange sense of being flattered by his words, you just wanted to leave. He took your hands and you let him, your mind too muddled to resist. But the warmth of his chest against your palms brought you back to his face. His eyes were closed as he guided your hands over his torso and you swallowed hard, realizing he was making you touch him and that he was enjoying it.

"You're mine now."

His possessive words stole your breath. He opened his eyes and let go of your hands only to grip your hips and pull your bodies flush together.

"What are you afraid of?" he asked. Obviously, you couldn't say anything. "Is it me? Do you think I'll hurt you?" he questioned gruffly.

"W-why wouldn't you?" you managed to ask. He looked annoyed and you shivered in his arms again.

"You are the only person who can say I wont."

Again, you saw no lie in his eyes. He took your right hand and gave a firm tug, spinning you around. He pressed your back against his chest, his arms locking around your waist. The first thing you saw was the massive bed with its navy blue comforter. Your breathing hitched, your heart was hammering.

"And that’s a promise. I just want you to trust me, beautiful" he said. Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname, it almost sounded lovely. "I wont hurt you, but I want you to love me. Because otherwise, you might see my worst side for yourself."

You turned your head to look at him. You understood a husband wanting his wife to have feelings for him, but the way he said it... you wondered if he knew about your love for Jin-hyeong. Had you really been that careless?

You bit your lip nervously. He began to undo the fastenings of your dress and you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed. His lips found your neck, licking your skin and you shuddered. It wasn't exactly fear this time, it was an electric sensation shooting through your body that shouldn't have been there. His hands found your breasts and your mouth fell open in surprise. You immediately placed your hands over his to push them away but you stopped, ashamed of your own reaction.

What’s the point? He’s going to do it anyway.

"They're softer than I imagined" he remarked. If you could have turned any redder, you would have. "Go on, then... push me away" he ordered and it was only then you realized your grip on his hands was actually quite strong.

"Y-you're too strong. I... I couldn't" you replied.

It was only logical. You could push him, but he could just touch you again instantly. He kissed your cheek and let go of your breasts.

"You haven't realized the power you have over me and, in a way, that’s a good thing. But I’ll tell you a secret... I’ll do anything you want. Dammit, I only got married to have you and believe me… marriage was never in my plans."

Now that he said that and your brain had calmed down slightly, you realized that in almost every sentence, he was admitting his obsession for you. It was clear he was giving you time to process it... otherwise, he would have taken you already. He was going slow, wanting you to get used to the idea or maybe he is just prolonging the torture.

"I really don't want to take you by force, but you're making me wait too long" he murmured.

He took your right hand in his, guiding it back and you finally felt the hardness in his pants. Your eyes widened as you realized what it was.

"You feel that? I’m like this because of you. It’s not the first time. It happened so often, watching you from a distance... this was the result." He kissed your neck wetly, letting out a gasp that made your skin prickle. "You’re truly beautiful. Your body is perfect... your breasts drive me crazy. I just want to mark them and kiss them until you are screaming my name."

His left hand traveled back up to cup you, squeezing with a suppressed urgency. At the same time, he guided your hand to rub him. It was embarrassing but you didn't fight him… you just let him lead, caught in his magnetism. His fingers slipped under your clothes and the direct contact with your skin made you vibrate. His touch burned and the sensation was hard to explain, but it felt like your body had been waiting for him.

You closed your eyes so you wouldn't have to think. His long fingers caught your nipple, teasing it and you had to bite your lip to stay silent. He let go of your hand, but soon moved it back along his length… and this time, you could feel the heat of his hard dick without any barriers. A slickness dampened your fingers, but he didn't stop the movement.

Suddenly, he forced you to turn around so you were face-to-face. His eyes looked different, almost feral. He made your clothes fall to the floor with a dexterity that scared you and, in a heartbeat, you were totally exposed. You shrunk back, trying to cover yourself, but you made the mistake of looking down and seeing him fully hard.

When did he even get undressed?

"Don't think" he ordered, pressing his forehead against yours. He took your hands to break your grip so you’d stop covering yourself. "Look only at me."

He licked his lips as his eyes raked over your body. You bit your lip from the anxiety, but he caught your chin with his teeth, forcing you to stop from the pressure.

"Don't do that. I don't want you hurting yourself" he said with an unexpected softness that made your heart flip. "You're so fucking beautiful."

He kissed you with a demanding passion. This time, you kissed him back, however clumsily. You felt desired for the first time in your life and the feeling of being the center of the universe for someone as dangerous as him finally made you feel... at home in your own skin.

You don't know how you ended up sitting on the edge of the bed with him kneeling between your legs. His mouth caught one of your breasts while his hands played with the other. You couldn't hold back the sounds anymore, your moans filled the room. He moved from one to the other with a ravenous hunger. You felt like a doll in his hands… malleable and fragile.

You opened your eyes to find him smiling. He slowly brought his face down and you felt his hot breath against your intimacy, sending a delicious shiver through you. He took your legs, spreading them wider to kiss you there. You blushed and tried to stop him, but he held onto you. You melted into the overwhelming sensation, your hands resting weakly on his head as you arched your back, feeling him use his tongue.

"Su-gang..." you moaned, head falling back.

You were losing your mind. His fingers massaged you with a precision that shattered all your defenses. That feeling that had pooled in your belly finally exploded, releasing an energy that made you shake and lose all your strength as you heard him swallow your climax.

When you opened your eyes, the first thing you saw was his face. He kissed you, his lips tasting salty. He lifted you just to lay you back on the comforter and, within seconds, his scent overwhelmed you. He positioned himself between your legs, staring at you.

"I didn't think you'd be this intense in bed" he commented with a smirk. Your shame returned and you looked away, but you heard his laugh, which was starting to sound beautiful to you. "Don't be afraid. I dont intend to hurt you. I have held back for months... What's a few more minutes?"

"Why me?" you managed to ask, needing to understand the obsession.

"Why you what?" he responded gruffly.

"Why do you like me so much?"

"I don't know. You're different" he confessed, his gaze turning dark. "At first, you didn't seem like anything special. You looked weak, dull... but you were still beautiful. Your eyes caught me back in high school, even though you never gave me a second look. I made a thousand plans just to get you to look at me, but you always ignored me because your eyes were on that idiot Jin-hyeong. He never looked at you the way I do. I told myself I just wanted one night with you to get you out of my head, but no woman had ever ignored me like that. You bruised my ego, and the only way to make sure you belonged to me forever was to make you my wife."

You were breathless. Had he orchestrated all of this because of an obsession born years ago?

"And when you get what you want... what will you do?"

"Don't you get it yet?" he asked exasperatedly, pressing himself against you, making you gasp. "I'm not playing with you. I dont just want you... I want you all to myself. For life." He kissed you again. "I’ll make you forget him. You’ll only think of me."

He knelt between your legs and positioned himself. You felt yourself open up to receive him. He threw his head back and the initial pain made you clench your hands. He looked at you again and leaned in for a fleeting kiss. He let go of one of your legs and braced his hand beside your head... and now it was you who was lost in that dark gaze.

"Dont worry... it'll pass soon."

He kept moving with a slow but steady push. You let out a whimper and hugged his neck, trying to hide. The pain began to give way to a strange sense of fullness. He started to pull back and thrust again, a rhythm that made your heart race.

"Su-gang" you gasped his name, tempted to beg him not to stop, but your shyness won out.

His face told you he was worried, waiting for you to say something, but you couldn't. You just hugged his neck tighter. He slowed down, careful not to hurt you.

"What is it? Does it hurt?" he asked, letting go of your leg to try and pull back so he could see your face.

"No... just keep going" you replied, clinging to him out of embarrassment.

Su-gang thrust back into you and feeling him inside again, you let go. You settled onto the bed, bringing your hands to his arms. He braced himself on both sides of your head, looking down with a smirk.

"You're so tight... you're gonna drive me crazy" he growled, kissing you tenderly.

The pain vanished completely, replaced by a pleasure you never imagined possible. Your legs locked around his waist and your moans became constant. You stopped worrying about staying quiet, you just wanted to feel more and more of him.

The room filled with the sound of skin on skin and the heat of your bodies. Your hands found his back as he continued to make you his... and you wanted to be his, because you liked him. He leaned down and bit your nipple, sucking it as his tongue made you shiver. He lifted your hips to deepen the contact, thrusting until the world around you disappeared.

A sharp moan escaped you. You focused on him and finally understood why so many girls at school wanted him... he was perfect.

"What are you thinking about, my love? When you make that face, it's because you're doubting yourself" he said, surprising you. "I've learned to read your reactions and what they mean. Shit, don't distract me..."

He kissed you passionately and you responded even more boldly, meeting his tongue with yours. Su-gang accepted it hungrily as he continued to move inside you, making you vibrate. You knew that feeling now. He slid a thumb to your clitoris and pressed, triggering your second orgasm of the night.

Su-gang let out a low growl followed by a moan, perhaps the first one you’d heard from him. You felt him tremble inside you, he gasped and pressed his forehead to yours.

"I love you" he whispered just before finishing.

You were stunned by that confession. He turned your body so you were on your hands and knees. You searched his face, confused by the sudden declaration, but you couldn't help the moan of pleasure as you felt him inside you. He claimed you again and again with renewed strength until you finally collapsed onto the mattress.

(...)

Darkness still reigned when you regained a bit of consciousness. You knew dawn wasn't far off. He was holding you by the waist and you leaned into his side, resting your head on his chest and stroking his cheek.

"Wow, I thought you were out of energy" he murmured, noticing you watching him in the shadows.

"Thank you, Su-gang" you said, hiding against his chest.

"Thank you for what?"

"For seeing me, for choosing me... and for making my heart beat again."

He went rigid for a moment, surprised by your words, before relaxing and kissing the top of your head.

"You're mine" he declared in his raspy voice. "And I always take care of what's mine."

⸻

You can run, you can scream, but in the end… some shadows never leave. Especially the ones that once called you home.

⸻

Even when you were kids, he was different. While the other boys shared ordinary things with you —gums, toys or snacks— Han Soo-gang never did that. He showed his interest by throwing notes at you, pulling your hair. Sometimes he’d just lean his head silently on your shoulder and sit there without saying a word. Other times, he’d clench his jaw and crack his knuckles as he muttered, “Why is that guy looking at you?”

Even back then, whenever you got too close to someone, that kid would show up at school the next day with bruises on his face, avoiding your eyes. You never understood why people kept pulling away from you. But he did. Because he made each and every one of them regret ever being born.

You were the girl who always smiled, the teachers’ favorite. Not even Soo-gang’s heavy gaze could dim the sunshine on your face. You sat in the front row; he was always in the far back, resting his chin on his hand, just watching you.

You were never his girlfriend. Never even considered it. But to him, you’d always belonged to him. He acted like it. He kept you close—not like someone in love, not like a man cherishing a woman—but like a monster loving in the only way it knew how.

Even protecting you came as a threat. He didn’t just say, “Don’t talk to that guy.” He’d drag that boy into the shadows, feed terror into bodies too scared to fight back. Then he’d turn to you and calmly say, “I warned you.” His eyes always held the same darkness.

But he didn’t give you flowers, didn’t whisper sweet things, didn’t look into your eyes and confess his love. No, he showed it by claiming, suffocating, destroying. And you… you still remembered the boy he once was. That might’ve been your biggest mistake.

⸻ / High school /

You were walking down the hallway when you heard it—his voice. That boy had come up to you again, hesitant but determined this time.

“I just had a few questions about today’s presentation. Could you help me out?” he asked, voice trembling with shy courage.

You smiled gently. You wanted to help. It felt right. For a second, you believed you could be a normal student.

But there was no such thing as normal in your world.

You recognized the footsteps behind you before the voice. These days, you even knew his scent. When he reached your side, what startled you wasn’t his tone—still calm, still composed—but that fake smile and the possessive arm he wrapped around your waist.

Your heart raced, not just from fear. When he brushed his nose behind your ear, your breath caught. His voice was low but sharp.

“Hm… What are we chatting about?”

His smile was polite, but his eyes… terrifying. His fingers tightened on your waist with a grip that screamed ownership. He turned to the boy. And that look—that look—crushed the last bit of courage in him. The boy’s eyes widened. After a brief pause, he turned and walked away without another word.

Soo-gang slowly pulled his hand from your waist, held your gaze for a second. Then, without a word, turned and followed after the boy.

You stepped forward instantly.

“Soo-gang! Don’t—please!” Your voice cracked in desperation. You took another step, but one of his friends threw an arm around your shoulders.

“Hey, come on,” he said. “Let’s go hit the vending machines. Got any change?”

Another grabbed your wrist. “That kid was getting too close anyway, right? Let Soo-gang have a little talk.”

They slowly pulled you away. You tried calling out again, but he either didn’t hear you—or didn’t care.

⸻

In a dark, unused classroom, the boy was pressed against the wall. Han Soo-gang kicked the door shut. Silence fell.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” he said.

The boy couldn’t meet his eyes, but he had just enough courage to speak. “Am I not allowed to talk to her? Who made that rule? You?”

Han Soo-gang stepped forward. “Yeah. Me.”

“You can’t even say you love her. But you’re ready to beat up everyone around her? What kind of twisted way is that to care about someone?”

Before the sentence even ended, Soo-gang’s fist collided with his face. The boy’s head snapped sideways, blood seeping from his lip. The second punch was harder. Then came the third. Han Soo-gang didn’t say a word—just kept hitting.

“I warned you,” he growled through clenched teeth, grabbing the boy’s collar and forcing him toward the ground.

Lying on the floor, the boy spat blood and whispered, “You never deserved her smile. Even if she was with you… she’d never be happy.”

That didn’t even make him angry. One last kick landed hard in the boy’s ribs. Then Soo-gang turned around, pausing in the doorway before letting his gaze sink into the dark.

⸻

The night was cool. The lines of the basketball court glowed beneath the streetlights. The thump of the ball, the scrape of shoes, muffled laughter—it all echoed faintly.

You were sitting at the corner bench, knees to your chest, chin resting on them. Your eyes were on the court, but your mind was somewhere else.

Han Soo-gang sat beside you, elbows on his knees, flipping a lighter open and shut. Even in a crowd, he was the only one who could make you feel completely alone. You turned to him. The thoughts in your head were heavy, stuck in your throat.

“Why do you do this?” you asked, voice soft but edged with hurt.

He didn’t look at you—just kept flicking the lighter. “Do what, exactly?” he said with a mocking tone, like always.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend. Not once. Because of you.”

He glanced at you, and you kept going, eyes on the ground.

“Every time I like someone… they disappear. They drop out, they change classes… or I don’t know..”

He chuckled quietly, sniffed once, then bowed his head again. “Aww, so you’re saying it’s my fault you never had a boyfriend?” His voice dripped with fake sympathy. “That’s tragic.”

You looked away. “Don’t mock me.” Your eyes shimmered but you didn’t cry. Not in front of him. “I wanted to hold someone’s hand, go to the movies, send dumb texts. But you… you always got in the way.”

This time, he turned to face you, resting his arm on the back of the bench. “So what—you wanted to hold hands with someone else?” he said. Still teasing, but his eyes were hollow. He smiled. “Good thing you didn’t.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What do you think? Those hands are mine. That smile, that stupid laugh, that way you rub your eyes in the morning… I wanted all of it to stay with me. Did I have to spell it out?”

You froze inside. You searched his face—for some explanation, some moment of vulnerability, something real. Then suddenly, he grabbed your hand.

“If this hand ever touches anyone else’s…” he said calmly, “I’ll break them.” Then he let go, tucked the lighter into his pocket.

A voice called from the court. “Soo-gang! You joining or what?”

He stood, turned, and walked away. You sat there, crushed by the weight pressing on your chest.

⸻

The sun was setting, painting the school’s back walls orange. The courtyard was almost empty. As you rounded the corner, you heard it again. A thud—then a choked breath. Someone groaning. And then his voice.

Han Soo-gang.

Your eyes widened. Breath quickened. His back was to you. He had that same boy pressed against the wall, fists clenched in his collar.

“Do you want me to kill you?” he hissed.

The boy couldn’t even open his mouth. His eyes brimmed with tears.

Rage rose in your throat. Not this time. You wouldn’t stay silent.

“Han Soo-gang! That’s enough!” you shouted.

You stepped forward, steady and fast.

“What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?”

He turned slowly. His eyes locked onto yours.

“What are you doing here?”

“He’s my friend.” Saying it gave you a strange sense of calm. But you weren’t finished.

“Let go of him. Now.”

You grabbed the boy’s arm, gently pulling him away from Soo-gang. Your eyes met his. His were pure shadow.

“Don’t talk to me again,” you said. “Pretend you don’t know me. Don’t even say my name.”

And in that moment… he looked vulnerable for the first time.

You pulled the boy away and walked off.

You never looked back.

But he did. He clenched his jaw. His fists curled tight. Something tore through his chest so violently, it felt like his ribs had caught fire.

He didn’t end that day.

You thought he would—but no.

He never does.

⸻

It was late in the evening. There was no one left in the corridors. You were walking to the teachers' room with a few documents in your hand. You opened the door and went in. There was no one in the room. A dim light was shining on the window. You leaned over the table and started to place the documents.

At that moment… you felt someone's breath on your neck.

A shadow, a weight… and then a touch.

A hard hand on your shoulder suddenly pressed you forward. To the table. Although your body resisted reflexively, you could not do anything against his strength. You fell face down on the table.

“What are you doing?!”

Your voice trembled, not from fear; but from anger.

You couldn't turn back. But you heard his voice when you leaned into his ear.

“You want attention, huh?”

His breath was hitting your neck. He had pressed his body against yours, not moving. But he was there. With all his strength. He was pressing his groin against your hip.

He sighed, almost calmly. Then he grabbed your hair.

"Ah~ yeah that damn ass needs some attention."

He pressed you down harder on the table. One hand continued to hold your hair while the other hand moved towards your hips. When he found it, he started to giggle. Then he bit your ear. As if that wasn't enough, he squeezed it.

"If you try to stop me any longer, I swear I'll fuck you in front of everyone at school."

Then he slightly pulled himself away from where he was pressing himself. He lifted you up to him. He continued to whisper in your ear.

"If you try to erase me... I'll be engraved even deeper. In your mind, in your skin, in your breath. Even when you look at someone else, I'll pass through your eyes."

And then his voice got slower. It became more dangerous.

"You can't stay away from me, baby."

He took a step back. He slowly lowered his hand on your shoulder.

As if nothing had happened... he walked to the door.

He opened the door. And left.

You stayed there. Your legs shook from the impact of the incident. You held onto the table. Your breathing was ragged. His warmth was still on your body, but it burned you.

He had never left you. And he had no intention of leaving you.

⸻ Timeskip

Night.

Rain was falling lightly.

You were just about to leave school.

But that day—felt nothing like ordinary.

Word had gotten out that you’d eaten lunch with another guy.

Of course, it made its way to Soo-gang.

But this time… he kept his distance.

Didn’t say a word.

Just those vague glances… that silence…

The calm before the storm.

You didn’t notice it at first—

the footsteps behind you, steady and sharp, as you walked out the back gate.

But when he said your name, you turned.

And when your eyes met…

Your whole body froze.

He was there. Soaked through.

His eyes didn’t move an inch away from you.

“Running away again, huh?”

His voice was harsh—

but broken.

Like each word stabbed his throat on the way out.

“Guess my last warning didn’t work.”

“What the hell are you talking about? Leave me alone.”

Your voice was steady,

but your heart was pounding so loud you swore he could hear it.

“It’s over. Don’t you get it? I don’t want you.”

He took a step closer.

With every step, the sound of the rain shifted.

“You don’t even know what you want.”

Your shoulders tensed.

“I know exactly what I want. A normal life. Not some guy who picks fights like a maniac. Not a psycho who threatens me.”

And in that moment—

something in his eyes shifted. Instantly.

The smile vanished.

He just stared at you.

Slowly, he pulled something out of his pocket.

A necklace.

Familiar.

The one you lost when you were little.

“You know when I planned to give this back?”

“The day you finally said ‘I love you.’”

Your hand dropped.

Your throat dried up.

“I kept it. For years. So nothing would change.

But you… you always ran. Always.”

The necklace dangled in his fingers.

He stepped forward. Then again.

Now, there was barely any space between you.

“You’re mine.

You can’t belong to anyone else—because I’ve already claimed you.

No one can break you like I can.

And no one… will protect you like I will.”

“Why?” you asked.

Your eyes were glassy.

You were tired.

And then… it happened.

He looked at you—

like he saw straight through your chest.

“Because I love you.”

The words didn’t fall from his lips.

They bled.

Like something torn out of him.

“Yeah. I’m obsessed.

Yeah. I’m sick.

But I don’t know any other way.

My love doesn’t walk a straight line.

When I love… I burn.”

You held your breath.

Looking at him…

you saw, for the first time, he wasn’t sure of himself.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

You couldn’t answer.

He smiled—barely.

The corner of his lip twitched upward.

“You don’t have to say it. But don’t you ever show that smile to anyone else again.

That shine in your eyes?

That’s mine.

You haven’t realized it yet—but you will.

Because this is it.

I’m done chasing.

Done watching from afar.

Tonight… I want you.”

And in that moment—

he put the necklace around your neck.

When the cold metal touched your skin,

you shivered.

“Now you wear my name,” he whispered.

“Anyone who sees it—will know.

Anyone who touches you—will break.”

The rain started to fall harder.

But you didn’t move.

Because in that moment—

you felt what freedom really was.

⸻

The rain was falling like a thin curtain from the sky.

When you caught the glow of a small convenience store sign on a side street, you quickened your pace—just to find somewhere warm, somewhere to hide for a little while. The door jingled with a tired chime as you pushed it open. The warmth inside was jarring compared to the cold outside. You ran your fingers through your wet hair as you wandered between the aisles. After grabbing your favorite brand of instant noodles, you approached the counter. The boy behind it glanced at you from the corner of his eye and gave a small nod. No words exchanged. You paid, grabbed a pair of plastic chopsticks, and headed for the small kitchen corner near the register.

Once the food was ready, you sank into the chair and let out a quiet sigh. Setting the plastic bowl on the desk, you leaned forward and took your first bite. The heat, the salt, the spice—they filled your mouth and spread through your chest. The sound of rain outside and the soft hum of music from a speaker somewhere in the ceiling wrapped around you.

Until—

A shadow moved in front of the window.

You looked up and saw someone staring in from the other side of the glass. A boy, head tilted slightly forward, breath fogging up the window.

Han Soo-gang.

He raised a finger and drew a small heart in the center of the foggy glass. His eyes locked on yours. Then, grinning, he exaggeratedly mouthed, “What are you eating?” He added a tiny arrow beneath the heart and started laughing.

You slowly set down your chopsticks, your body freezing mid-motion. Was it dread tightening your chest, or just unease? You couldn’t tell.

The door jingled again.

Han Soo-gang walked in, followed by Lee Moon-gi and two girls. One of them flipped her hair over her shoulder as she entered, while the other linked her arm through Soo-gang’s and looked around the store. Laughter, footsteps, the squeak of wet sneakers on linoleum—

Moon-gi’s eyes went straight to you. He didn’t hesitate to slide into the chair right next to yours.

“Well, well, Yn-ssi… You here too?” he said, curling his lips in a fake smile. “What a coincidence, right? The way our paths cross in this world… it’s practically romantic.”

You started to get up. Your hand pushed your bowl aside, chair legs scraping slightly on the floor. But before you could rise, an arm slid around your waist, and in one smooth motion, everything shifted.

You couldn’t breathe properly—because the next second, you were in Han Soo-gang’s lap.

“Don’t get up,” he said, voice soft but firm. “We just got comfortable.”

His arms tightened around you. The more you struggled to stand, the more he pulled you back into him, adjusting your position so your hips rested right against his thighs. When you looked up, his gaze burned into you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you exactly what he was thinking.

“Let me go,” you said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing, Soo-gang? Let me go.”

You squirmed, but his grip didn’t budge. If anything, it became gentler—more deliberate. He leaned his head to the side, reached up, and gently tucked your damp hair behind your ear. His fingertips brushed your skin, trailing from your hairline down the curve of your neck.

“Angel…” he whispered. The word dripped with a sweetness that felt wrong. “I heard… you snitched on us. To the teachers. Hmm?”

A familiar grin crept across his face—equal parts amused, mocking, and dangerous.

“I… I didn’t,” you stammered. “Someone got it wrong—”

“Sure they did,” he breathed, his mouth close to your cheek now. “But you know… if you do report us…”

His laugh was low, vibrating against your skin. Then he looked directly into your eyes.

“…they’ll tear us apart, won’t they? You wouldn’t want that. You wouldn’t want to be separated from me… would you, angel?”

And then his hands moved.

They slid from your waist, down to your hips, then between your thighs. Your breath hitched. Panic? Anger? Something else entirely? You couldn’t tell anymore. But his touch wasn’t hurried. It was slow, calculated—like he was reminding you who was in control.

Soo-gang leaned closer, brushing his mouth along your cheek before planting a soft, lingering kiss right on the center of it.

He smirked.

Then leaned back casually, like nothing had happened.

You were still in his lap when Moon-gi suddenly said, “You two look so cute right now. Wait—don’t move! Lemme get a photo.”

He was already pulling out his phone. “Can’t miss moments like this. We all need something to talk about tomorrow, right?”

You couldn’t even speak. Soo-gang tilted his head and pressed his cheek against yours again, casually, intimately. You hated the way your body was frozen, like all the fight in you had drained out somewhere along the way.

One of the girls laughed loudly. “Omg, you guys actually look like a couple. Moon-gi, take it! Quick!”

Moon-gi lifted the camera. “Three… two… say kimchi, Yn!”

Your face was burning. You stayed silent.

“Kimchi!” he said again, rolling his eyes.

Click.

The flash went off. The photo was taken. And in the faint glow of the phone screen, Soo-gang’s stare was as clear as ever—he was enjoying this. Enjoying you. Enjoying the way he’d boxed you in.

When it was over, Soo-gang shifted. He pulled out a cigarette from inside his coat, lit it without hesitation. The no-smoking sign meant nothing to him. The first drag lit up his features again, glowing amber.

He held it out to you.

“Wanna smoke, angel?”

You shook your head, your voice coming out quiet. “No.”

He pouted. Overdramatically. “Aw…”

Then he looked down at you again, smoke curling between his lips.

“You know,” he murmured, “we actually make a really cute couple, don’t we?” He chuckled, then added, “Maybe you should date me.”

He took another drag, and this time, exhaled directly into your face. The smoke stung your eyes. Your lungs tightened.

His hand moved again.

From your waist, it crept upward. Then his palm pressed against your chest. He didn’t move it away.

“Damn,” he muttered. “These are pretty big, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Stop it! What are you—!”

You pushed at his chest with both hands, but his body was a cage around yours. He just smiled lazily, like he hadn’t heard you. He took one last look at you, then slowly loosened his hold.

You slid off his lap. Your legs felt unsteady.

He stood.

“Alright, angel… I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

He took one final drag, then reached over, dropped the cigarette straight into your ramen bowl.

“I love you,” he said, almost cheerfully.

He winked.

Then turned and walked out, Moon-gi and the girls trailing behind him.

The door jingled one last time.

The rain hadn’t stopped.

⸻

After leaving the warmth of the convenience store, the rain had barely softened its grip. Your soaked hair clung to your face, and the cold had seeped through every layer of your jacket, but you barely noticed. You were trapped in your own head — thoughts tumbling, twisting, tearing themselves apart like the storm outside.

The decision that had been simmering for weeks now boiled over: you would leave this school. You would disappear from their sights, from Soo-gang’s reach. It felt like the only way to breathe again, to stop the endless cycle of fear and tangled emotions that clawed at your chest.

You thought about Soo-gang—the way he watched you, the way he held you, that dark storm in his eyes that both terrified and pulled you in. You hated him for it. You hated yourself for feeling anything at all. But somewhere beneath all that confusion, a tiny, stubborn part of you wondered if maybe, just maybe, you didn’t want to leave.

The rain blurred the world around you, but your mind was painfully clear: you were standing at the edge of a choice, and whatever path you took, there was no turning back.

⸻ /last day at school, maybe?/

The bell rang and the students began to clear out, but you were still fumbling with the zipper of your bag. The classroom had already quieted down. The footsteps, the distant chatter, the fading laughter from the hall echoed like a long, stretching wave while you stayed inside, gathering yourself with the breathless rush of being almost alone.

Just as you swung your bag onto your shoulder and stood up, the back door clicked open. You turned your head and saw him.

Han Soo-gang.

His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, his tie loosened. His face wasn’t wearing that usual smirk this time. His eyes carried a silent, deep darkness. When your eyes met, time seemed to freeze. No words, no greetings. Just that look — reading you, sizing you up.

He stepped in slowly, closing the door behind him. Then, with deliberate calm, he locked it. Stylish.

The sound of the lock twisted your gut.

“Not only did you snitch on us to the teachers,” he said, voice quiet, but beneath it simmered an anger and disappointment too deep to name. “Now you’re changing schools too?”

Your back hit the edge of a desk involuntarily. You gripped your bag tighter, but it was a useless defense. As he came closer, every sentence inside your head scattered.

“Soo-gang… I… I just—”

“You’re just running,” he cut you off. “But running’s not the answer, you know that.”

He stopped right in front of you, his breath close enough to brush your skin. You couldn’t meet his gaze. He took your bag off your shoulder and slowly placed it on the floor. You didn’t resist. Then, placing his palms on your shoulders, he gently pushed you back. Your hips hit the edge of the desk.

He slid between your knees and sat you down. Your legs parted slightly at his touch along their sides.

When his hands landed on your hips, you trembled for a second. He didn’t press, just held. But that contact… so slow and controlled, it spread like a shiver beneath your skin.

He lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours.

“You can’t leave,” he said. “I won’t let you.”

His fingers caught the edge of your skirt, brushing it up gently. His gaze didn’t meet yours—only focused between your legs, on your bare skin.

Silence hung between you.

As his breathing changed, yours mingled with it. Then, raising your face slightly, his fingertips traced slowly up the inside of your knees toward your hips. You held your breath.

When his palm finally touched your bare skin, something inside unraveled—something you’d buried, ignored, now rising to the surface. The warmth of his hands, the presence beneath your skin relaxed you; your mind seemed to accept something it could no longer deny. His fingers held you—not crushing, but taking possession.

He pressed his cheek to yours, whispering near your ear:

“You want me.”

But your body already knew that. Your breath was uneven, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tight. His scent, heat, pressure… everything was too much. You were wired to the edge—caught between wanting to run and wanting to stay. But your skin had already made up its mind.

Soo-gang rested his forehead on yours again. His breath mingled with your lips as he closed his eyes for a moment. It was like he was holding back something inside, trapping you between his knees, frozen in place.

His fingertips wandered back down to your thigh, sliding upward, stretching your skin. Your breath hitched again when he grazed the elastic of your underwear.

“Take your hand off” you whispered, voice shaking.

“Really?” he murmured. His fingers stayed still. “Or are you just saying that?”

You couldn’t answer. Even when you opened your mouth to speak, you didn’t know what to say. If you wanted him to pull away, why didn’t you close your legs? Why didn’t you push him off? Why did every beat of your heart answer to the warmth in his palm?

Soo-gang pulled you forward gently. Your back arched, your chest pressed against his. His nose buried itself in your hair as one hand slid around your waist, the other still tracing your inner thigh.

“You’re not changing schools.” he said. “If you leave, who am I supposed to have fun with?”

You pressed your head to his chest, unable to stop yourself. You could feel his warmth through the fabric of his shirt. Your heartbeats passed from his chest to yours. Too close. Too much.

“Why do you do this?” you asked. “Why do you always… do this to me?”

“Put your hand on my heart.”

You did it without thinking, placing your hand over his shirt. His heart beat steady. Yours did not. His peace was driving you crazy.

“Because even my heart knows you now,” he said. “You’ve worked your presence into me.”

And then, suddenly, he pulled away.

He turned his back to you and fixed his shirt while you sat on the desk, breath still caught. The traces of his touch lingered inside your inner thighs—not visible, but felt.

It took you a few minutes to gather yourself. But even then, your eyes never left Soo-gang.

You slowly straightened on your knees. Your skirt had ridden up to your waist. You smoothed it down with your fingers. Standing was harder than you expected. His voice still echoed in your veins. Your boundaries had melted away.

He stepped closer, hand cupping your chin. He lifted your head gently and held your gaze for a long, heavy moment. His eyes read you, judging you, pulling you in.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said. “Even if it’s a lie. Look me in the eye right now and say it.”

You swallowed, no sound came out.

“Say it!” His voice rose slightly but not enough to shout—sharp enough to break something inside. Your eyes filled. Was it shame? Anger? Or a surrender you couldn’t fight? You didn’t know.

You wanted to look down, but he kept your chin lifted. His thumb stroked your cheek. He leaned close to your lips, but didn’t kiss you. Just hovered there. His breath brushed your skin.

And you… wished he would.

But you said nothing. Just closed your eyes and stayed there completely.

And yes, God heard you. His lips pressed against yours slowly. For a devil like him, it was too gentle. He didn’t rush—just pressed gently at first, then slid his mouth open a bit, tongue teasing the edge of your lips before slipping in for a quick, careful taste. You could feel his breath mixing with yours, warm and steady.

Then he pulled away. Tucked your hair behind your ear again.

He walked to the door.

But didn’t leave.

He stopped just before the door, back turned.

“Lover?”

“Not leaving, right?” he asked quietly.

Words caught in your throat. But then a sentence slipped out between your lips, slow and barely audible even to yourself:

“I’m not.”

Soo-gang nodded slightly. Opened the door.

Before stepping out, he looked back once more. This time his eyes held something. Not darkness. Not triumph. Maybe… softness. He smiled at you.

“That’s why I love you, lover.”

And then he left.

⸻

The rain was falling like a thin curtain from the sky.

When you caught the glow of a small convenience store sign on a side street, you quickened your pace—just to find somewhere warm, somewhere to hide for a little while. The door jingled with a tired chime as you pushed it open. The warmth inside was jarring compared to the cold outside. You ran your fingers through your wet hair as you wandered between the aisles. After grabbing your favorite brand of instant noodles, you approached the counter. The boy behind it glanced at you from the corner of his eye and gave a small nod. No words exchanged. You paid, grabbed a pair of plastic chopsticks, and headed for the small kitchen corner near the register.

Once the food was ready, you sank into the chair and let out a quiet sigh. Setting the plastic bowl on the desk, you leaned forward and took your first bite. The heat, the salt, the spice—they filled your mouth and spread through your chest. The sound of rain outside and the soft hum of music from a speaker somewhere in the ceiling wrapped around you.

Until—

A shadow moved in front of the window.

You looked up and saw someone staring in from the other side of the glass. A boy, head tilted slightly forward, breath fogging up the window.

Han Soo-gang.

He raised a finger and drew a small heart in the center of the foggy glass. His eyes locked on yours. Then, grinning, he exaggeratedly mouthed, “What are you eating?” He added a tiny arrow beneath the heart and started laughing.

You slowly set down your chopsticks, your body freezing mid-motion. Was it dread tightening your chest, or just unease? You couldn’t tell.

The door jingled again.

Han Soo-gang walked in, followed by Lee Moon-gi and two girls. One of them flipped her hair over her shoulder as she entered, while the other linked her arm through Soo-gang’s and looked around the store. Laughter, footsteps, the squeak of wet sneakers on linoleum—

Moon-gi’s eyes went straight to you. He didn’t hesitate to slide into the chair right next to yours.

“Well, well, Yn-ssi… You here too?” he said, curling his lips in a fake smile. “What a coincidence, right? The way our paths cross in this world… it’s practically romantic.”

You started to get up. Your hand pushed your bowl aside, chair legs scraping slightly on the floor. But before you could rise, an arm slid around your waist, and in one smooth motion, everything shifted.

You couldn’t breathe properly—because the next second, you were in Han Soo-gang’s lap.

“Don’t get up,” he said, voice soft but firm. “We just got comfortable.”

His arms tightened around you. The more you struggled to stand, the more he pulled you back into him, adjusting your position so your hips rested right against his thighs. When you looked up, his gaze burned into you. He didn’t need to speak to tell you exactly what he was thinking.

“Let me go,” you said through gritted teeth. “What are you doing, Soo-gang? Let me go.”

You squirmed, but his grip didn’t budge. If anything, it became gentler—more deliberate. He leaned his head to the side, reached up, and gently tucked your damp hair behind your ear. His fingertips brushed your skin, trailing from your hairline down the curve of your neck.

“Angel…” he whispered. The word dripped with a sweetness that felt wrong. “I heard… you snitched on us. To the teachers. Hmm?”

A familiar grin crept across his face—equal parts amused, mocking, and dangerous.

“I… I didn’t,” you stammered. “Someone got it wrong—”

“Sure they did,” he breathed, his mouth close to your cheek now. “But you know… if you do report us…”

His laugh was low, vibrating against your skin. Then he looked directly into your eyes.

“…they’ll tear us apart, won’t they? You wouldn’t want that. You wouldn’t want to be separated from me… would you, angel?”

And then his hands moved.

They slid from your waist, down to your hips, then between your thighs. Your breath hitched. Panic? Anger? Something else entirely? You couldn’t tell anymore. But his touch wasn’t hurried. It was slow, calculated—like he was reminding you who was in control.

Soo-gang leaned closer, brushing his mouth along your cheek before planting a soft, lingering kiss right on the center of it.

He smirked.

Then leaned back casually, like nothing had happened.

You were still in his lap when Moon-gi suddenly said, “You two look so cute right now. Wait—don’t move! Lemme get a photo.”

He was already pulling out his phone. “Can’t miss moments like this. We all need something to talk about tomorrow, right?”

You couldn’t even speak. Soo-gang tilted his head and pressed his cheek against yours again, casually, intimately. You hated the way your body was frozen, like all the fight in you had drained out somewhere along the way.

One of the girls laughed loudly. “Omg, you guys actually look like a couple. Moon-gi, take it! Quick!”

Moon-gi lifted the camera. “Three… two… say kimchi, Yn!”

Your face was burning. You stayed silent.

“Kimchi!” he said again, rolling his eyes.

Click.

The flash went off. The photo was taken. And in the faint glow of the phone screen, Soo-gang’s stare was as clear as ever—he was enjoying this. Enjoying you. Enjoying the way he’d boxed you in.

When it was over, Soo-gang shifted. He pulled out a cigarette from inside his coat, lit it without hesitation. The no-smoking sign meant nothing to him. The first drag lit up his features again, glowing amber.

He held it out to you.

“Wanna smoke, angel?”

You shook your head, your voice coming out quiet. “No.”

He pouted. Overdramatically. “Aw…”

Then he looked down at you again, smoke curling between his lips.

“You know,” he murmured, “we actually make a really cute couple, don’t we?” He chuckled, then added, “Maybe you should date me.”

He took another drag, and this time, exhaled directly into your face. The smoke stung your eyes. Your lungs tightened.

His hand moved again.

From your waist, it crept upward. Then his palm pressed against your chest. He didn’t move it away.

“Damn,” he muttered. “These are pretty big, huh?”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Stop it! What are you—!”

You pushed at his chest with both hands, but his body was a cage around yours. He just smiled lazily, like he hadn’t heard you. He took one last look at you, then slowly loosened his hold.

You slid off his lap. Your legs felt unsteady.

He stood.

“Alright, angel… I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?”

He took one final drag, then reached over, dropped the cigarette straight into your ramen bowl.

“I love you,” he said, almost cheerfully.

He winked.

Then turned and walked out, Moon-gi and the girls trailing behind him.

The door jingled one last time.

The rain hadn’t stopped.