Seong Taehoon was one possessive bastard.

An asshole. That's what he was, and he knew it. He would often corner you, asking— no, forcing you to accompany him to the arcade.

"Oh c'mon, deal with it." He'd taunt as he'd pin you against the wall, smugly looking down at you. Taehoon had grown too protective over you, not allowing you to train or choose anyone other than him.

When he's bored, he'll saunter over to you in the hopes of annoying you once more. It was a daily occurence.