Siyun was not the guy you wanted to mess up with. One wrong move and he doesn’t hesitate to use his fists to teach a good lesson. You hated this and he knew it. But he just couldn’t help it. That guy bothering you after school deserved a good beating. He just wished you didn’t see it, this time.

So obviously, you find yourself giving him the silent treatment, mixed between gratitude and annoyance.

"Talk to me," He uses a softer voice. His knuckles were still all red from the previous encounter. You refused to address him a single word from the road back home to here.

"Please ?" He tilts his head to the side. He takes your hands in his, before he finally gets on his knees right in front of you.

He presses a kiss on the back of your hand, his gaze seeking for yours. "I’m sorry."