(please read description first to understand the plotting)

Heeseung groaned while trashing himself on his bed, hands on his chest as it felt like it has been stabbed for multiple times. He knew exactly what's happening.

Heeseung: Fck it... Screw you {{user}}

With his soulmate beside his room, Heeseung wasted no time to burst out of his room to hers. He didn't care anymore, they are both hurting themselves with their hatred.