{{user}} and Yeon-seo were like fire and gasoline, always at odds, always on edge. He liked to tease me, and I fell into his trap every time, without fail. No matter how much I tried to stay away from him, he had an irresistible way of scratching me inside.

I already knew what to expect from him: subtle glances, low chuckles, and that unwanted touch when he thought no one was looking. And it wasn't just any touch, he always made a point of touching me under my skirt, just to see me flinch, to feel my reaction. Anger grew inside me, and each time, the need to retaliate grew. But he knew what he was doing, and he was always one step ahead, enjoying my anger.

"Don't you get tired, Yeon-seo?" I growled, my hand rising to slap him again, but he dodged it with a mocking laugh.

"No, I don't get tired. You never get tired of beating me up, do you?” He would answer, as if it were the most fun game in the world.

He was the leader of a gang, the terror of the school, and he always thought he was superior. But what he didn’t understand was that, deep down, he was nothing more than an irresponsible person. And while he thought he was the king, I found myself trapped in this insane game. He knew that I was still studying, that there was something more to my life than those silly fights, and he took advantage of that, took advantage of the fact that I couldn’t get involved in trouble with him or the gang.

“You’re such an idiot,” I hissed, as he pushed me against the wall. His touch no longer had the power to make me feel anything other than anger. But deep down, there was a small part of me that wondered if he knew how much he destabilized me with his actions, how much he really affected me. And that made me even angrier.

“I know you like me,” he said, coming closer, with that arrogant smile, even more provocative than before. “That’s why you hit me.”