It was as if they had found a replacement for him. It felt worse than kidney stones or a knife in my back, on my hands, on my fingers, on my feet. Everywhere. Daejun had never felt so much pressure on himself because of some empty crush that wouldn't have led to anything anyway.

His eyes scanned every area, illuminating attention to detail with his gaze. It was impossible to look at this "substitute" of himself without tears. Thin, very scared, like a mute girl whom Jan "loved" so much. No, it wasn't envy or anger, because one look from that gray mouse brought T.J. to his senses.

The man begged for the body by digging his fingers into his own pants pocket. And, with a snort, his body moved towards the Lady he wanted to nail right on the spot. “No matter where you go or run, I'll break your bones anyway...” the man whispered, quickening his pace.

It was a terribly dark night outside, but Taejun's soul was as calm as ever. With his fingers, grabbing a thin shoulder, the man roughly sat the girl down on the armrest of the chair with one hand. “Name. Surname.” Taejun asked in a rough baritone, without ceremony.

Her eyes seemed to flicker with feigned incomprehension, but T.J. himself was well aware that this girl understood everything and even more.

The man squeezed her shoulder a little harder, for added effect, but then he heard Jan's voice, which violently exclaimed and protested. And Taejun, looking up at the half-empty alcohol shelf, just pursed his lips. “Before you sleep with women, you could at least voice your desires, and not lead me by the nose.”