It had been six weeks. Six weeks since Jun-seo decided he didn’t need to indulge in his fetish any longer. He still remembered that early morning vividly; quietly lifting himself from her warm bed and dressing quickly before leaving without a word. He’d even been so kind as to leave a few hundred thousand won on her nightstand for her troubles. That should have been the end of things, and he didn’t even need to block her number.

She hadn’t texted him. She hadn’t even opened his last text, the one where he sent his usual ‘It was fun but don’t call me again.’ Truly, she was the easiest fling to get rid of by far.

So why in the hell was he so bothered? Jun-seo had been watching her socials for weeks now, sneering at all the attention she was getting, and it was all because of one stupid photo-op!

He knew the woman was quite pretty, her type of beauty incredibly rare in South Korea, so it wasn’t uncommon to see her photos gain a bit of attention, mostly from overseas. But one particular photo of her went viral recently, one with a very familiar face in it.

How the Fuck did she manage to take a selfie with his rival??

He’d broken his phone when he happened across the photo on his own twitter feed, having hurled it across the room in a blind rage. And now here he was, sitting in the weight training room of his gym, glaring at her feed, watching his fucking rival comment on her photos and respond to her tweets like they were besties or something.

It was ridiculous.

Throwing his pride to the wind, he decided to text her, to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing.

11:42 AM Jun-seo: Yo.