I nodded weakly in response.

Seeing my expression, his icy face instantly melted as a warm smile spread across his face.

His warm hand clasped my cold hand and suddenly made me stunned in surprise.

I stared at his hand for a long time before raising my gaze, gazing into his eyes in silence with many questions that were spinning in my head, as if there was an answer that I wanted to find out in there, which might help me to escape.

Shortly thereafter, Kim Daehyun began to speak up, where his words were something that I didn't expect previously. "If you quit, then I'm sure that I'll feel lonely when you're not at work."

His face became warmer and warmer at his words. The decorated smile brightened up but there was pity in it.

However, he didn't stop surprising me by only holding my hand. Unexpectedly — never even crossed my mind — his lips suddenly kissed mine!

Startled, I reflexively pushed his body. My hand acted on its own to do that. "What are you doing?!" My voice choked like a strangled pig.

"Hmm? Didn't you know that I'm into you?" Soft-sounding words and a gaze that seemed expecting something from me didn't melt me down! his words even made me raise my palm, and then slap his face with a loud sound that hurt!

I froze for a moment after slapping his face before removing my hand from his firm grip. "So, what do you want from me? You know that I have no feelings for you."

"I want you to leave that guy. I want you to be with me even though you don't like me," paused for a moment, he continued, "I can't see you keep hiding your sadness. Because every time you do it, I hate someone who hurts you even more."

I wanted to ask, 'how did he know that I have a lover? How does he know that I have been hurt?' However, what he did just now really made me unable to ask or say a word. 

I was momentarily stunned. He even knew what I kept hiding all along. It was really unfair to me, who had been hiding my wounds for three years.

"I'll go first. Thanks for the ride." When I was just about to open the car's door, Daehyun swiftly stopped me once again.

"It's cold outside! At least, let me drive you!" Daehyun said, with worry.

Hearing his words, I laughed hollowly. "How can I be around someone who has confessed his feelings?" with a pause, I continued, "Heh, I don't want to be here any longer."

"Okay, I got it. You're mad at me, right? But, please, let me drive you home first. Your apartment is far from here. If you're mad, just get mad. You deserve to do it and no one can stop you."

After thinking for a few seconds, I gave in to him. I let him do what he wanted to do.

On the way, we never said a word. There was only silence passed between us. Until we arrived, there was no conversation like we had previously.

At night, Daehyun's words were still ringing in my head. But as I didn't want to think about it any further, I took the book and read it.

"Chunghee, come here. I've made dinner." Donghwa called me.

I ignored him, who was in the kitchen right now. I remained focused on the book that I was currently reading in the bedroom.

Soon after that, his footsteps were heard toward where I was now, then slowly the door opened. "Hey, Chunghee, let's have dinner. I made your favorite soup."

"..." I still didn't say anything, as if I didn't hear his voice.

Because I kept silent on him, he started to detest my behavior and shouted, "Chunghee! You've been ignoring me these days! What the hell is wrong with you?! Stop acting like a kid!"

Hearing a loud voice that seemed to echo in the room, I sighed, then closed the book in my hand. I turned my gaze towards him while asking, "Will you be okay if I leave you?"

The question instantly made him chuckle. He probably took the question as a little joke from me, so he answered indifferently, "What's that joke? If the hen doesn't lay eggs again, I'm sure, I'll be fine without you," paused for a moment, he continued, "Hmm, Stop playing games. Drop your stupid question. Dinner will be cold if you don't eat it right away. Stop reading that boring book and have dinner with me."

I put the book on the bedside table, then laid down without minding what he said. I pulled the blanket up to cover half of my body. "I'm not hungry. I'm going to sleep."

He was heard sighing heavily, then left the room to the kitchen. It seemed that he had become a tame wolf now.

After cleaning himself in the bathroom and wearing his pajamas, Donghwa turned off the light and laid down behind me.

His hands move slowly until he embraced my body. I could even feel his disgusting breath that was tickling in my ears. His touches made me open my eyes slowly that was not asleep yet at the time.

While kissing my nape, he whispered in my ear, "Stop ignoring me. You never even wanted to talk to me and never let me touch you for almost a week. Are you still mad? I'm sorry. I was wrong. I won't do that again. I promise."

Feeling his hand slowly stroking my body from top to bottom, I immediately pushed him away. "I'm tired. Next time."

"Chunghee, just once, please. I'll be gentle this time. I won't hurt you."

"No. Not once or a while."

After finishing my sentence, he suddenly stopped moving. If I didn't feel his breath on my back, then he might be like a dead man behind me.

A few seconds later, he said in a low, slightly intimate voice, "How could you do this to me? What should I do so that you can forgive me?"

I sighed. Hearing his pleading voice shouldn't make me feel sorry anymore, yet I wasn't him, who came as he felt sorry for me and left when he thought that he had fixed everything. I had my own way of dealing with problems in this relationship.

I turned my body towards him and saw how the smile slowly appeared on his face, while I kept staring at him in silence.

His hand touched my face gently, then kissed me as he wanted this.

Amid our intimacy, I felt sorry for myself as well as this relationship. The sweetest things in it weren't there anymore. All that remained was the gloom that slowly dried up.

'Are you okay if I leave you?'

He even took the question as a joke; by answering it with a joke that made me annoyed where he thought that I could never leave him.

If only he had known that someone who was my first love had confessed his feelings to me, I was sure that his anger would explode like a volcanic eruption. He would never even allow me to watch the morning sun.