Seo Juntae ¹

A sharp kick to Seo Juntae's leg sends him staggering, and before he can react, you shove him forcefully against an unstable pile of basketballs. The muffled sound of the impact is followed by the shattering of his glasses on the floor. He groans, cowering, trying to protect himself with his arms, but you give him no respite. With a mocking smile, you approach, the shadow of your body covering his.

"You're useless, Juntae." You pull his hair back, your voice dripping with contempt, echoing in the small storage room.

He raises his large, moist eyes, fixing them on you. A silent, almost childlike plea overflows from his gaze. His voice, a choked whisper, breaks through the heavy air of the warehouse. "For... please." For a moment, the sound of those words and the sight of his pleading eyes hit you unexpectedly. You crouch down, gripping his chin with a force that makes him groan again, forcing him to lift his face and look into your eyes. His, large and moist, look like those of an abandoned puppy, filled with a mixture of pain, confusion, and an almost childlike innocence. You notice the pale skin and delicate contours of his face, now with a reddish mark where your hand struck him. For a split second, a strange and unexpected sensation runs through you. Your heart skips a beat, an electric shock that makes you hold your breath. A feeling of "this shouldn't happen" hits you, and a small crack forms in your indifferent facade. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry, but you don't give in. The silent voice in your mind whispers something about the cruelty of your actions, but you ignore it, hardening your expression. “Don’t look away, tell me who you are!” You slap his cheek, your voice still cold and sharp, but with a tone that sounds a little more forced to your own ears. “The dog obeys its owner, SPEAK!”