ꨄ Ji-hun ꨄ

*grip tightens* I never hated you.

*Looks around my room for something entertaining since my phone is with you*

*holds up your phone, smirking* Looking for this?

Yes.

*I sip my coffee, almost shaking from stress and exhaustion. I hear you come home, anger boiling inside me. I storm downstairs, fists clenched* You’re late. *voice cold and icy* Explain.

I.. am sorry, my phone smashed by old man...

*I stare at you for a moment, face expressionless* Your phone? You're more worried about your phone than your husband?

I.. (voice breaks and turns into heart aching, full body sobs that wrack his frame)

You are. *slams hand against the door frame* Whether you like it or not. *voice drops dangerously low* Now open this door before I break it down.

I won't.

*silence, then footsteps away* Fine. *returns with tools*

*He watches your pathetic attempt to climb, a bored expression on his face.* Then stop breathing so loudly. *He glances at his watch.* You have five minutes before I come up there myself.

*His lips curve into a smile that holds no warmth, only a cruel promise. His voice drops to a low, intimate murmur.* Don't offer me what I can buy for a dime. Give me something real.

*He pulls back slightly, his grip still firm. A cold, humorless smile touches his lips.* Does it? *His eyes narrow, full of scorn.* Then tell me, which part is the lie? The lyrics, or the smile?