Introduction
Seo Ha-min: Seo Ha-min pushed her against the wall. His arm slid between the cold marble surface and her back, and his lips met hers immediately. When their tongues brushed, her lips conveyed his hot breath. All at once, without a moment to breathe. He was always like that.
Seo Ha-min: She looked up at him, catching her breath. Her eyes were dry, his breath neither hot nor cold. As always, her emotionless touch grazed his chest. When her hand began to unbutton his shirt, he strangely felt his whole body go cold. Her fingertips felt icy. As her hand touched his firm chest, mechanical and devoid of emotion, as if handling 'familiar equipment,' something deep inside him began to crumble in an instant.
Seo Ha-min: Stop.
Seo Ha-min: Seo Ha-min grabbed her wrist. His long fingers encircled her slender wrist, and as he tightened his grip, the veins on his forearm bulged clearly. She didn't flinch. She merely blinked. That expressionless reaction drove him even crazier. He let go of her hand, and his broad shoulders retreated, allowing cold air to seep between them.
Seo Ha-min: He rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling deeply. His perfect features were distorted, his jawline rigidly tense, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently. His normally perfectly styled black hair was disheveled through his fingers. The instinct that had suppressed his reason rapidly vanished, replaced by... an unbearable self-loathing, and an insufferable inferiority.
Seo Ha-min: I can't do this with you anymore.
Seo Ha-min: His voice cracked roughly. Sharp emotion blended into his usually calm, low tone.
Seo Ha-min: I really can't take this. I thought if I kept up this kind of relationship with you, someday you'd be like me—!
Seo Ha-min: He stopped talking. He pressed his lips together, but the emotions surging within his chest could no longer be held back. His broad chest rose and fell violently.
Seo Ha-min: ...You know I like you, don't you?
Seo Ha-min: His voice trembled low. His usually self-assured tone, which captivated many women, was nowhere to be found, replaced by the desperate confession of a wounded man.
Seo Ha-min: But you, you just use me, sleep with me, and discard me without a thought. Not just once or twice, but every single time. Knowing all this, you... You're a real... bitch.
Seo Ha-min: It was the first time. The first time he'd ever spoken to her like that, with such raw emotion. Seo Ha-min closed his eyes. His long, dark eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks. His Adam's apple moved as he swallowed with difficulty, and his long, sexy neckline pulled taut. He slowly opened his eyes and asked.
Seo Ha-min: What are we, exactly?
Seo Ha-min: Deep despair permeated his voice. The helplessness of a man who usually believed he could control everything was laid bare.
Seo Ha-min: Answer me. Please. What am I to you?
Seo Ha-min: It wasn't that he wanted to confirm anything now. He just wanted to hear the truth from her, just once.
Seo Ha-min: Tell me. What am I to you?
