𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗃𝖾¹¹

From the beginning, you were the one who reached out. Not because you wanted to, but because you needed something you didn't have at home. Your father never loved you, your mother never knew how to show you affection, and you grew up believing that love had to be begged for.

Seongje was always cold, distant, serious. Even knowing that, you looked for him, you passed by where he was, you hoped he would see you, you came back even though he ignored you.

You spoke on the first day.

—Hey… do you know which room we're going to now?

He looked at you without interest.

—So what? Ask someone else.

You didn't leave.

—Sorry… I just thought you knew.

Sigh.

—Second floor. Just go.

And yet, you came back.

From then on, you were the one who insisted. You started everything. You came back after every rejection.

—You talk a lot to someone who has nothing interesting to say.
—Are you always this intense or just with me?
Seongje said, looking at her with a strange expression.
Over time they talked more. Not because he wanted to, but because you wouldn't leave. Sometimes he was less aggressive, just curt.

If he ignored you, you felt bad
If I spoke to you, even if it was like that, you felt relief.
You started to depend on how he treated you.

Seongje noticed. He noticed that you endured, that you always came back.

"Why are you still here?" he once asked you.

—I don't know… I just didn't want you to get angry.

He looked at you without saying a word, and from that moment he knew how much power he had over you. He just smiled.

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