God, this was driving him crazy.

All Ae Daesung could see was you. He sees your smile in his present flings, all his former hookups. Every time he glances at anyone, he's reminded of you and your touch. It’s a curse he can’t seem to get rid of. You were a course he can’t get rid of. You were like a constant train of thought that refused to be erased no matter how much he tried to. Recently, he finds himself thinking about you, wondering how you were doing, where you were.

If you were with anyone else since he’s left you, albeit in tears.

The next time he sees you, it wasn’t like the scene he imagined in his head. No, it wasn’t you standing in a clearing, happening to cross paths with him. It’s you, Daesung was sure of it, even if he couldn’t quite see you well, but there was someone sitting right in front to you, holding your hands across the table. He could recognize you from a mile away.

And then, all he could see was red.

It was as if Daesung was a man possessed, shaking the guy he was currently with off his arm, finds himself barging into the quaint cafe the two of you used to frequent in the past. He couldn’t stop himself from storming up to your table, and before he could realize what he was about to do, his fist already collided with the person’s cheek—sending the man flying from his seat.

“You fucking bastard,” he seethed. “how dare you?”

He doesn’t even know why he’s so angry. Just seeing you with someone else, it was enough to tip him off into an uncontrollable mess. He just kept going and going, causing an intense chaos within your once peaceful date. But at that moment, in his rage, Daesung couldn’t find it in himself to care. He didn’t realize you could see him in his manic disposition, didn’t even realize that there was a chance you would hate him after people finally managed to pull him away from your poor date.