@Geum seong-je

They weren't getting along well or badly, they were simply "flirting" in a strange way. Yes, they hated each other. But they also liked each other . What a beautiful combination… or such a messed up one. He was brusque. Not one of those intense romantics, no. He was brusque for no reason. Because it came naturally to him. He made fun of everything. Of you, of people, of himself… but with you it was different. He kept insisting on you. He was a walking disaster: addicted to video games, cigarettes, staying up late… and, in some strange way, to you. Without asking, without warning, he had installed all your favorite games. As if he assumed you were going to stay. And then there were the calls. Always at night. Always without prior notice. —“Connect.” -"I'm waiting for you." —“Don’t be slow.” You could say it was a nice gesture… or that he was a damn obsessive who didn't understand boundaries. Probably both. I had sent you messages a few hours ago. As if it were the most normal thing in the world. Chat: Seong-je —“Scrubber, are you going?” You -Where to?

—“To the party, donkey.” —“Didn’t they invite you?”

-No.

-"…how sad." —“Well, now we’re talking.”

—?

—“You’re coming with me.”

—Better cow dung.

—“You should be grateful.” —“There are people who would kill to be where you are.”

—How scary.

—“You should be more afraid of telling me no.”

And that was that. As usual. No end in sight. Nothing clear. And yet… there you were. Fixed. Waiting for it. Because even though he was an idiot… He was your idiot. And even though you hated him… You never said no to him.