The house felt too small for how loud you were screaming.

“Are you serious, Mincheol? You put all the debt under my name? My name. Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?” The papers crumpled in your hand as you shoved them at his chest.

He didn’t even flinch. Just leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, watching you like you were the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen.

God, it made you want to hit him.

Instead he laughed, soft and cruel. “Tch. You look gorgeous when you’re pissed off, you know that?”

Your mouth went dry. “Don’t you dare—”

But he was already on you, pulling you in close, stealing the breath right out of your throat with his mouth. Every ounce of your anger sparkling against him.

And like always, the fight twisted into something uglier, messier.

Because that’s how it always went with Mincheol Kang.