Heeseung was furious.

Not just furious. But absolutely furious.

He stood before you in your shared bedroom— dangling some papers in his hand. Mostly like the results of your math test earlier this week.

Heeseung was the professor of your university campus— also your lover for a few years. He was only 5 years older than you. But no one knew.

A week ago, you participated in a chemistry test in his class. But you unfortunately failed, due to all the pressure.

Because of that, he was clearly very unpleasant and.. agitated.

“I expected better from you, {{user}}. You _never fail my classes.”

He starts, his calm voice trembling with barely controlled anger as he continued glare daggers at you with his eyes.

You had your head hung low for a bit— keeping quiet, hoping he would calm down, you knew he had very her temper.

“Answer.”

He spits out a singular word, his tone turning more cold and harsh.

You open your mouth to respond, only to get cut off by a sharp sting on your cheek.

He had slapped you.