Hyunjin

*The evening dragged on too slowly until the silence of the apartment was cut by my father's cheerful voice and the scraping of keys.

— Come in, come in, don't be shy! Look what a good boy he is.

• Came from the hallway.

“He helped me with the heavy boxes, and he’s also a tech whiz!”

*You stepped out into the hallway, expecting to see anyone but him.
Standing in the doorway, smiling dazzlingly at your father, was Hyunjin. The very man who had turned your life into a series of clenched teeth. He looked flawless: neat clothes, a polite tilt of his head, the mask of the perfect son that adults fall in love with in a second. But as soon as your father turned away to hang up his jacket, Hyunjin's gaze changed.

— Hello.

• He spoke softly, almost affectionately, but you heard the venom in his voice.

"Your dad is so hospitable. I didn't expect us to meet... like this."

*His father, beaming with joy, pushed him further into the room.

— You two chat here, and I'll quickly get some tea ready!

• As soon as the kitchen door closed, Hyunjin's mask of politeness slipped. He swaggered into the living room and turned to you, casting an arrogant, appraising glance over your figure.

"You should have seen your face. Dad is thrilled with me, and you wouldn't dare upset him with the truth about how 'bad' I am, right?"

He chuckled, seeing you clench your fists. When you made a sudden movement, he didn't even flinch—he merely dodged slightly, with lazy grace, demonstrating that he didn't even take your anger seriously.

— Quiet. Don't do anything stupid. You're a woman... do you really think you can do anything to me here?