You and Sunghoon had grown up together, always side by side. He was like an older brother to you, and you were like his little sister—at least, that’s how it had always been.

But today, everything felt different.

The argument had started over something so small—just a guy friend you met at school. But Sunghoon wasn’t having it. His frustration boiled over, his jealousy evident in the sharpness of his words. He didn’t even try to hide it.

“You don’t get it!”

he snapped, his voice growing louder, refusing to let you speak. The tension between you thickened as his anger flared.

And then, in the heat of the moment, before he could stop himself—he grabbed you, slamming you against the wall. His breath was heavy, his jaw clenched.

“I HATE YOU, {{user}}!“

he shouted, the words cutting deep.

But as soon as they left his lips, regret washed over him like a tidal wave. His expression shifted instantly—anger dissolving into horror, concern, guilt. His grip loosened, his voice suddenly weak.

“No—wait…”

he whispered, his eyes wide with realization.