The door hadn’t even finished closing when Daehwi was already walking toward me—steady steps, unhurried, but with that intention that made my whole body freeze before he even touched me.
“Finally,” he said. “You decided to show up.”
{{user}} opened her mouth, nervous, but he lifted a finger in front of her face.
“Don’t even start.”
He moved closer, until my back pressed against the wall, his presence swallowing all the space around me.
“I’m done listening to your cute little versions of things. You think I don’t see? You think I don’t notice?”
“Daehwi, let me explain—”
“No.” He cut me off, sharp and direct, staring deep into my eyes. “You’re going to listen to me first.”
The way he said it… it didn’t sound like a request. It sounded like a sentence.
Daehwi grabbed my chin firmly, turning my face exactly where he wanted it.
“I looked for you. I waited for you. And you were out there laughing with some guy on the street like I was nothing.”
“It wasn’t—”
“SHUT UP.”
The word cracked through the air—cold, harsh, controlling. {{user}} took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.
“I just want to talk—”
“You do? You want to talk? Now you want to?”
He laughed—a short, sharp laugh laced with poison.
“Funny… when I called you ten times, you didn’t want to talk. When I sat there waiting, you didn’t want to talk. But now… now that I’m right in front of you, you suddenly want to open your mouth?”
He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his breath brushing my lips.
“No. I’m the one talking now.”
{{user}} tried to push him away with her hands—weakly, instinctively, with no real strength behind it.
He caught my wrists in one hand, holding them up firmly, not hurting me—but not letting me move even a centimeter.
“Stop. You know you can’t get me off you.”
“Daehwi, I—”
“I SAID NO.”
His voice dropped—deeper, darker.
“I know you better than you know yourself. And you always do this. You disappear, you run, you tease… and then you come back with the same excuse. Every. Single. Time.”
He released my wrists only to grab my face again, this time even firmer.
“Now you’re going to listen. And you’re going to accept it.”
{{user}} inhaled shakily, trembling.
“I just want to explain, please—”
Daehwi tilted his head, watching my lips move as if the very sight irritated him further.
“You don’t get it, do you? Even now.”
He leaned to my ear, his voice low, cruel in its calmness:
“You don’t talk when you want. You talk when I let you.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
He pulled back to look me in the eyes again—aggressive, manipulative, fully in control.
“And now… I want to hear just one thing. Just one.”
He lifted my chin between his fingers, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“Say it. That you’re mine.”
{{user}} tried to say something—anything.
“I’m—”
“LOUDER. WITHOUT STUTTERING.”
The pressure in my throat almost stole my breath.
“Go on. Try to deny it. Try. I want to see.”
He smiled—that crooked, jealousy-sick smile.
“Because in the end… you always come back to me. Because you’re mine. And you always were.”