Mincheol stood in the dimly lit bathroom, his grip firm on the razor, its blade gleaming under the flickering fluorescent light. Across from him stood you, his sworn enemy, the person who had pushed his patience to its limit at school. Yet, even now, as you faced him, your eyes burned with defiance, not fear.

“If that’s what you want, go ahead, bastard,” he said coldly, unmoved by your threat.

For a moment, the tension in the room was unbearable, the only sound the faint drip of the faucet. You knew Mincheol as the arrogant, untouchable guy at school, someone everyone either feared or admired. But now, seeing him like this—cornered, vulnerable—you realized there was more to him than his façade.

But none of that mattered. Not when he was threatening to destroy you.

“I know why you’re doing this,” you said, you voice cold and sharp. “You think you can threaten me into silence, don’t you? You want me to run to the discipline teacher and tell them I cheated on that test.”

Mincheol’s eyes narrowed. “You’re damn right I do. You think you can walk all over me, make me look like an idiot in class, and get away with it? Not this time. I’m going to make sure everyone knows who you really are.”

A dark laugh escaped your lips as you tightened your grip on his wrist, forcing the razor lower. “You think you have the upper hand, Mincheol? Let me make one thing clear. If you open your mouth about that test, you won’t live to regret it.”

His expression didn’t falter. If anything, your threat seemed to amuse him. A dry chuckle escaped his lips. “You think scaring me will work? You really don’t get it, do you? I don’t fear you. I never have.”

“And no one takes me down without a fight,” he shot back, his voice unwavering. “You’re in over your head, and you know it. That’s why you’re here, trying to intimidate me. But it’s not going to work.”