As soon as Donghwa heard my words, his face turned very pale like snow, white and cold. There was no bullheadedness and grumpy image of him like before but despairing.

He stared at me without blinking and didn't move an inch. His eyes, which had previously exuded an aura of hatred and wrath, now looked blank. There was no expression in them as if he had just lost his soul.

His trembling lips parted slightly, then he said hoarsely to make sure, "You're kidding, right? Kim, please, tell me that you're just playing with me now."

However, I didn't waver at all when I heard the plea and heartlessly answered, "I mean it. I don't care if you take it that way or not."

Because the answer was beyond his expectations, he immediately stood up, dropping the parcel on the ground.

I glanced at the parcel for a moment, seeing a light blue cloth in it, before turning my gaze down at him.

Clenching his fists tightly, the vacancy in his eyes was immediately filled with flames of anger. There was a green gleam in his eyes that could show a wave of wrath as if it was about to explode on his sinciput. He then jumped at me and grabbed my collar tightly, made me feel suffocated.

He shouted right in front of my face. If this room wasn't soundproof, then I could be sure that everyone on this floor would hear him scream like thunderbolts that carry a curse of rage from him.

"You touched him?! You really touched him, you bastard?! How dare you do that, Kim Daehyun! Fuck you! Goddamn it! Go to hell!"

The bulge of blue veins on his temples grew clearer as his eyes lit up, showing an increasingly intense emotion. I could see how the rage was forming a sharp spear-like flash as if it was ready to stab at anything he saw.

However, I didn't feel scared at all. It was a common sight that no longer surprised me.

Because I didn't want to be under this person's pressure for too long, I immediately pushed his body firmly so that he removed his dirty hands from me. Frowning, I smoothed my tie, showing him an indifferent attitude.

I glared at him. It was as if my face lost its sympathy when I saw Donghwa who was showing resentment on his face. I kept a cold expression on my face and acted as calm as I could to shrink his guts.

Somehow, seeing him showing me such an expression, seemed to make me satisfied and even more delighted, like a winner in a game!

The more I saw him showing his anger, the more I wanted to play with him.

Is this a disorder at defining a pleasure? Or, is it me, who is always pleased to see him suffer?

What a weird feeling!

As soon as his grip was removed, he jumped back at me again and was about to land a punch right on my face. My hand swiftly held his fist and my body reflexively moved to the side so that I managed to avoid the quite dangerous blow.

Feeling loathed, I asked furiously, "What's wrong with you?! What's wrong if we did that?!"

"What's wrong with me?! How stupid you are! Don't ask what's wrong with me! But ask yourself, what's wrong with you moron?!" he shouted.

Donghwa grabbed my collar again and pressed me firmly against the back of the sofa. He kept cursing, "You bastard! Goddamn you! Why the fuck did you do that?! Why?!"

I wrestled with him for a long time. His position that was above me, made it difficult for me when I wanted to escape from his grip. And finally, after putting in a lot of effort, I managed to push him away.

I immediately stood up and punched him hard on the face in return for what he had just done to me. It made him stagger to the side a little.

Because of what he did, I had almost reached my limit and got angry. However, I tried to suppress my emotions and stay as calm as possible.

"I don't want to use violence, but you forced me, so this is the result," I said in a flat tone.

Wiping the blood on the corners of his lips, he still glared at me with the same look as he had before — furiously. He then shouted, "You can't touch him! Don't touch my Chunghee! Don't touch him. He's the only mine! I let you be with him all this time, but I never allowed you to do more than that. Didn't I warn you at first? But, why? Why did you touch him once again? How dare you! How dare you do that, you bastard!" While saying, his index finger was shaking towards me.

I frowned. The words 'once again' made me think hard. However, after I remembered that I had lied to him that I slept with Chunghee since the beginning he left him, I immediately grinned.

At that time, I did tell a lie just to make fun of him. But now, the lie became real.

I brushed his hand away in front of my face and spoke calmly but my words still seemed to knock him down mentally, "Heh, but, I've touched him, so what can you do? You want to purify him again, it won't work. He's too dirty with you and I just got the rest." I chuckled, then added, "Plus, we've lived together for quite a while. It's impossible for us not to do such an activity. It's impossible to hold back my lust you know."

He suddenly fell silent as soon as he heard my words. The corners of his lips curled down slightly with his eyes slowly turning into the dark brown color, revealing a complicated expression on his face where anger and disappointment melted into one in his heart.

Seemingly, he had reached the point of anger within himself that he could no longer say anything.

It's fun and seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

I said again, "You must know that 'sex' is a necessity, not just a means of recreation, so it's natural that we couldn't hold back." I leaned closer to him, then whispered in a clear voice so he could hear word by word clearly.

"You know, when I did that with him, I thought that now I know why you went crazy when you lost—"

"Argh! Goddamn you! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He immediately pushed me away, and interrupted my words with his harsh curses, as if he didn't want to hear more about this.

Perhaps, I had gone too far. However, despite the madness I just spoke of, I hoped that Donghwa would give up and let Chunghee go after the pain he was currently feeling.

Apart from that, I also felt a tremendous amount of guilt for having to bring up something I shouldn't do. It made me worry about my own words amidst a cold grin to cover the anxiety on my face.

Donghwa lowered his head while gripping his hair firmly, showing how frustrated he was after hearing my words just now. He then shouted, pouring out all his anger before speaking in a stifled voice, "You forced him ... I know you forced him ...."

"Don't force him to do something like that. I beg you." With a pause, he lifted his face, then looked at me with the same expression. "Are you nuts? With his current condition, you still want to do something like that with him? He's so weak. He's dying. Don't make his condition get worse. I beg you."

Instantly my forehead wrinkled and thought, 'Does he already know Chunghee's current condition?'

However, my thoughts immediately shifted to the words as if he had just cornered me, where he said the words 'forcing him'.

Hearing about this, made me even more furious instantly.

However, I chose not to express the anger, and still hid my true feelings behind the mask of my face that looked cold and calm as well.

Do I look like the only one who wants that? Am I seen as someone who imposes such a will?

The words were already on the tip of my tongue. But, I would choose to swallow those whole words to my throat rather than have to say them outright.

The feeling of disbelief at the untrue conclusion of him, made me clench my fists tightly. He easily concluded something without knowing the truth, it stabbed my heart at once.

This was the first time I felt insulted by his words!

However, I couldn't blame anyone. Donghwa was someone who had just regretted his deeds and didn't know the truth, while the situation was just a time that kept turning by repeating the same number as if laughing at me one after another.

Likewise with Chunghee. He was just a man who was trapped in his own feelings of dilemma and complexity and couldn't find a way out.

I knew that Chunghee only tried to please me. He was just trying to run away from Donghwa's shadows so he thought without using his common sense anymore.

But, what should I do?

Scold him?

Blame him?

How could I do that?

If he wanted to run away, then I would help him. But, after that, everything would change. I would never let him return to anyone's arms again.