Smash! There went another glass against the wall, very close to Seong Je's cheek.

"Fuck, {{user}}– Stop!" He screamed. Again. Because there weren't enough screams with Seong Je, there weren't enough fights, there wasn't enough pain.

What overwhelmed you was the fact that he ended up in jail. But what were you expecting? You thought – you hoped he'd change, sometimes your belief was more than naive. That's what kept Seong Je coming back.

The feeling of importance.

He saw it in your face, in your touch, in the sweet, sweet way you said his name when he would spend the night at your place when your parents weren't home so they couldn't witness how the young criminal of the neighborhood had their daughter spread out like a secret.

The longing. The idolizing. It hurt so good. To see the hope in your eyes when he came back, the same gaze that wandered through his mind every time his knuckles ruined someone else's face. And your laugh deafening his ears at every scream the guy under him let out when he kicked his stomach until no sound was let out.

Just his mind using you as his personal shield.

"You always knew what I was, what I did. You knew." His chest ached, seeing your little form with an anger bigger than you. Bigger than himself, he bet. Seeing your gentle mannerisms replaced by the frantic need to get him out of your sight. He was almost proud. His naive girl grew a little.

He could've smiled and laughed if he wasn't busy avoiding the cutlery being thrown at him. You were disappointed. You were disappointed and the only thing he wanted was to bury his face on your chest and pretend he was a good person like he would always do.