“…I can’t tell if you’re here to talk, or to have sex.” Na-Yool blurted coldly. The fact that she did not call it ‘rape’ was due to her sheer perseverance not to provoke him. You crazy bastard, you scumbag… Her gaze carried over all the cursing she could not spit out. Sang-Hoon seemed to disregard it as a simple whining from his girlfriend and, with a softened attitude, lifted his head very close to her own. It felt incomparably worse than the last time when Na-Yool faced his pathetic self in the cafe.
To think she had agreed to date him because she liked ‘normal’! To think she had thought it would get better because he was a kind and sincere man!
Na-Yool sharply burst out laughing, as though mocking herself. To start with, he was diametrically opposed to Si-Jin who openly assumed being a rogue and acting like a beast on his own accord.
Even in the best days, and even now when they have nothing to do with each other, in Sang-Hoon’s head Na-Yool only was a convenient tool for sex, close to hand when he wanted to or needed to release. Sex simply could not happen out of her initiative, or even out of a mutual decision. She could not even expect him to satisfy her.
Because Lee Sang-Hoon matter-of-factly believed sex was just a formality for his girlfriend to relieve him when he was turned on. However, he was not so straightforward about it, and Na-Yool survived this relationship by avoiding him to the point that he did not understand her. This is how their relationship came to be so messy. She got deceived by this fake-ass jerk and wasted no less than 200 days dating him. Maybe because it was such a long period, he foolishly thought that he had the right to dare shoot his mouth off even after ditching her with rubbish.
Driven to a corner, Na-Yool mumbled quietly as she inwardly reasoned out in an attempt to find her composure. What use is the fleeting thought that she should not have dated him in the first place anyway?
“I know I was crazy. So today, just for today, take a monthly leave.”
“Who are you to decide when I should take a leave.”
“Give me just one day. I’ve been thinking a lot since that day… I want to set things right. Things that I did not think through, the wrong that I did you… You probably left without looking back because some existed. But you too, you didn’t mean it. You didn’t want to end it so easily.”
“…How many times must I tell you that you dump me? You ended it.”
“I was not serious. That, Na-Yool, you know it best.”
“If you plan to shoot a movie by yourself, take your dick off my body first.”
Sang-Hoon, briefly stunned by the fact the word ‘dick’ came out of Na-Yool’s mouth, withdrew back his waist. Seizing the chance, Na-Yool shoved him away and escaped by the side. But of course, her arm got grabbed again just as she was about to.
When she turned around, Sang-Hoon’s face no longer contained a soft and gentle aura nor a smile and instead hardened. An accurate 180-degree turn, as though the one who pled that ‘he was crazy’ and would ‘set things right’ was someone else.
“Like I said, let’s just do it once, then talk.”
“You’re mental, you know that? Did you come here thinking something like this could happen?”
“Fuck, why not!”
“Do you really want to be reported? Do I need to call the police for you to come to reason?”
The corners of Sang-Hoon’s lips twitched up in a smirk.
“Call them. I wonder which of us won’t be able to hold up their head, though.”
“Why are you doing this, really!”
“Because I love you.”
“……”
As Na-Yool froze, he muttered as he kissed her on the top of her head.
“It’s all because I love you.”
“You don’t love me. Not one bit. You’re just out of your mind.”
“I can convince you. Let’s not stay outside, and go in and talk, hm? Don’t get upset, Na-Yool.”
Na-Yool firmly shook off the hand, clutching her wrist, trying to drag her towards the door, but his grip was firm. Instead of asking Na-Yool the door code, Sang-Hoon resolved to rummage through her bag for the emergency key she often carried. As she dodged his hand, he angrily cursed at her a series of “Fuck, give it to me!”. Amid the reckless swearing, only the occasional call of her name was affectionate. This gap horrified Na-Yool even more. She hugged her handbag to not let him take it away and shrilled desperately.
“I’m going to work. Please, please stop it now!”
“Work isn’t important right now. We have a relationship to untangle here.”
“Nothing is tangled. Rather… let’s meet after getting off work. Let’s meet outside, in a sane state. Let’s talk again then.”
“How can we meet after work? You’re too busy taking turns to spread your legs to those bastards.”
“……”
“We just broke up, but fuck, do you have to see that many men, uh?”
“……”
“You slut.”
With that seething whisper, the bag got snatched by Sang-Hoon. Na-Yool shook her pallid hands. Sang-Hoon stared in disgust at her face, pale as a blank sheet of paper.
“I saw it all, damn it.”
“……”
“I said I saw it all. You weren’t even here during the weekend, were you? You didn’t come home for a few days, so I waited a long time in front of your house all weekend, worrying about you…”
“……”
“It takes a second to drive people crazy. I waited here for two days, but fuck, I never expected to see you show up on Monday in a car worth 200 million won! Money indeed is great, right?”
Sang-Hoon wheezed as if he genuinely felt that had betrayed his concern.
“That bastard, did he say he is the President of your company? With him looking like the owner of a gigolo club… how could I guess?!? If I had known this kind of nice car was enough to make you spread your legs… I thought you only knew how to lay like a starfish, but you, ahh, shit! I broke my back to take you on a trip to Gapyong, to Chucheon, every month, to get a chance to sleep with you. But even there, I had to beg over and over, ‘please let me put it in just once’, and after barely putting it in, fuck, I had to thank you, as if you were that great… Yeah, thank you so much. How generous to repeatedly tend to the needs of a jerk who can’t even satisfy you! Don’t you think? But looking at it this way, it seems like you did like me.”
“……”
“Fuck, you bitch.”
Upon finding the emergency key, Sang-Hoon dumped the contents of Na-Yool’s bag onto the floor. He then shook the bag provokingly, arrogantly leaned against the door, and kept sermonizing.
“Well, you sure played me. I know that you deliberately waited for me to dump you just to quickly get fucked by that bastard. And he’s also the reason why you acted frigidly. Because you had someone you wanted to sleep with… Fuck, was it at least true that you canceled our trips because you had work during the weekends? And not because you didn’t want to sleep with me? Ah, or were you meeting that President each time?”
“……”
“On Monday and Tuesday, you even dared come back riding that bastard’s car openly. Didn’t you think I would see it? Not even once? Fuck, it feels like shit! Oh, right. I did wonder if you were really dating. A president and his employee? I don’t see how it’s different from a bitch selling her body, but sure, that’s probably dating. But then, fuck me, you got another man? You bitch, coming home every day with a different guy! Do you know what I thought?”
“……”
“Any straight-minded guy would think like this: ‘I got conned by a slut’.”
Turning slowly, Sang-Hoon clutched Na-Yool’s wrist with one hand and inserted the emergency key into the door lock from below with the other hand.
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