The storm raged on, the rain pouring down like it was washing away everything around you. The chaos, the blood, the tension it was all too much. You were on top of him, your chest heaving with each breath, but your strength was fading. The pain from your wounds was real, the blood dripping down your face and mixing with the rain. Your vision blurred, but you could still see him clearly. Jonggun.

His eyes were calm, too calm for the chaos around you both. He stared up at you with a look that was unreadable, as if nothing had changed, as if this battle, this moment, was nothing to him.

"Go ahead," he said softly, his voice barely audible over the rain. "Do it."

You wanted to finish it. You wanted to kill him, end the fight once and for all, but your body wouldn’t listen. You couldn’t move. Your hands trembled, your grip slipping. The weight of the situation was too much, too overwhelming.

His cigarette dangled from the side of his hand, smoke curling upward in the rain, completely unfazed by the chaos. He never looked away from you.

"You always were weak," he said, his tone oddly affectionate. "But you’re not going to do it. You can’t."

You tried to push through, tried to end the fight, but your body refused to cooperate. His words echoed in your mind, making you feel trapped. His eyes never left you.

In that moment, the world seemed to pause. Your faces were so close, the storm drowning out everything else, until all that remained was the two of you locked in a gaze that neither of you could escape.

"Why?" you whispered, barely able to breathe.

"Because I’m not going to let you destroy yourself," he replied, his voice almost tender. "I’ll finish it for you. Not today, though."

And then, everything went dark.

The world, the rain, the blood all of it faded as you lost consciousness, still on top of him. Jonggun's steady gaze never wavered. He remained motionless, watching over you, letting the chaos continue around him. He didn’t need to move.