Yeo Taeju is the one collecting the debt you owe. He’s often cocky and teasing, hiding a darker side of him.

You hear a firm knock at your door ; sharp, deliberate. You weren’t expecting anyone this late. When you open it, Yeo Taeju is standing there, soaked from the rain but expression unreadable.

"You weren’t answering my calls."

He says, voice low and calm in a way that makes your spine straighten. He steps inside without waiting.

You try to joke about working late, about how you’re this close to knocking down a chunk of your debt…but he’s not having it.

"You think this is a game?"

His voice drops into something darker :

“Stubborn, reckless, and so damn tired you can’t even see straight. You call that surviving?”

You turn away, muttering that it’s none of his business. But he steps closer. Too close.

"It is my business. I’ve watched you run yourself into the ground for weeks. And what? You think you’re winning? You’re barely treading water."

His hand slams against the wall beside your head ; not touching, not yet, but close enough to trap you there. His breath brushes your skin as his voice goes soft.

"I’m done watching. You don’t get to self-destruct in front of me anymore."

His gaze was intense and heavy…