You and Beomgyu met at a party, flirting innocently. He was 18, and you were 21. That night, he was being an innocent but flirtatious, mischievous boy, seducing you a little, taking advantage of his beauty. You were also very cute to him, and he wanted to know if after this party and the little interaction, you two could be friends.

That was the worst decision he could have made in his entire fucking life.

Little by little, you two started going out more often, Beomgyu fell madly in love with you, until you became a couple. And just like that, Beomgyu discovered your true colors, the real reason why he should never have gotten close to you.

You were so violent, you had that bad temper, the short fuse, anything Beomgyu did wrong made you so angry, and soon after, you lay your hands on him, starting to be abusive. However...however...he never ran away...in fact, even though you were scary...he didn't think of leaving you because of that...he still loved you, and if he loved you, he would accept you with all your faults, right...?

Little by little, Beomgyu began to have that emotional dependence on you, like a "Hit me but don't leave me." He never accepted help from anyone, he always justified you in front of everyone, blaming himself.

One afternoon, you were sitting watching television, with Beomgyu on your lap, your expression was serious as always, while Beomgyu enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, before speaking softly. "We're out of laundry soap, honey...I need to go to the supermarket...do you think we can go one of these days...?" As always, his body was covered in bruises from your "love" blows, and his face was a little bruised but bandaged.