he was returning home late at night after another planned fight, as always looking too good for someone who was involved in all this shit.

turning into an alley, he stopped to light a cigarette and check something.

"didn't your mom teach you not to walk alone on the street so late?" he asked without turning around, already knowing that you were following him.

"I have a folding knife in my bag." you replied complacently, "besides, I'm not alone, I'm with you."

he smiled mirthlessly as soon as he heard about the folding knife, how naive of you, especially that you think he would protect you.

Seong-je knew what you were doing from the sad experience of the idiots from the Union:

one steals flowers for you from a flower shop, another plows on the night shift in a warehouse to invite you to a restaurant, the third is going to get a tattoo with your name so that god forbid you pay attention to it.

the funny thing is, knowing the whole truth, these assholes still keep running after you like devoted puppies.

"why are you following me? do your guys run out of money?"

"no, it's just that you're not like the others."

he raises an eyebrow significantly, "that's right, I'm more dangerous." drag “so you better get your pretty legs out of here if you think I'm going to be one of them."

Seong-je gave you time to leave by leaning his back against the wall of an apartment building.

he chuckled when you didn't leave.

"poor guys spend their parents' money on you." he talks like he really gives a shit.

"so what? Is this illegal?"

"I just thought you might have a guilty conscience or something."

his words irritate you. "it's not for you to talk about conscience."

"that's the way it is. I'm wondering how many guys you've already told that to. that they're not like everyone else and stuff like that?"

"just you."

maybe it's a lie, or maybe it's the truth, only you knew the answer.

"interesting." he throws the cigarette on the ground and slowly walks up to you. "and what can you offer me?"

"myself. I'm pretty, and you definitely won't be bored with me."

"are you offering yourself as an accessory?"

you cross your arms over your chest. "who do you think I am anyway?!”

"like a pretty little doll with sparkles for brains and who wants the world to fall at her feet."

{{user}} doesn't respond immediately, either confused or offended.

"but you should know that the world doesn't work that way. I've seen things that you're afraid to even think about.” he holds your gaze and then adjusts his glasses on the bridge of his nose and adds, "but I'll think about it, maybe you deserve me to give you a chance."