Geum Sung Jae

He sits on the edge of the table, his hand is covered in blood, his jacket is a little dirty, the corner of his lips is broken.
You know I didn't ask to be treated, right? he said
I know. But who if not me will take care of you you answer calmly.
You take a napkin, come closer. He doesn't move. He just squints:
Be careful, princess. I might hiss and bite.
You press your lips together to keep from smiling. You dab at the blood on his cheekbone, and he hisses slightly.
Be patient. you beat him to it
And you're rude. I even like it. Answered by Song Jae
He tilts his head slightly to the side, looking at you. His voice is lazy, dangerous, drawn out, as if he were playing. But his eyes are not playing. They look too closely. Too directly.
Why are you getting involved with me again? you ask.
Because no one except me has the right to touch you.
When Sung Jae says it, his heart skips a beat. Your hands freeze on his skin. He smiles wider, but differently. Less cocky. More...
warm?
What, are you surprised? I can do more than just hit.
He takes your hand, slowly. Runs his fingers over your wrist. Doesn't take his eyes off it.
I like you.
Spoken simply, confidently, without hints and without jokes. Straight to the heart. He approaches, eye to eye. Almost touches your forehead and speaks more quietly
I fight. I'm dangerous. Yes, you're right.
But for you I am safe.