Geum Seongje ⁹

You two had another argument, a heated one that left you exhausted after long minutes of conversation and words that led nowhere. You had already lost your composure, ready to walk out that door, your footsteps echoing loudly through the apartment hallways until Seongje grabbed one of your wrists, dragging you back to his room. He pushed you against the wall, letting his intimidating presence make you feel small once again, with that mocking smile and the smell of cigarettes filling your nostrils. You were fed up, and that's why this time you pushed him by the shoulders until you cornered him against the edge of the bed. When he tried to stop you, you used one of his hands and slapped him. You didn't want to hurt him, but frustration and anger had already taken over. There were seconds of tense, dangerous silence that sent shivers down your spine as Seongje turned to you with that darker look, as if something had shifted within him with that simple slap, something you weren't yet sure if it was good or bad. "You just slapped me?" He raised an eyebrow, that same mocking glint in his eyes. You didn't answer, your stomach churning with fear and anticipation. "My girl just hit me…" He seemed to murmur to himself, his fingertips touching your already flushed cheek. Seongje tilted his head back, biting his lower lip as he smiled, a sound that seemed like a laugh escaping his throat. He stopped abruptly, looking into your eyes, then at your lips. "Do it again," he ordered. "Give me another slap."