
That night, you were sitting on the living room floor in the dark, sobbing. The harder you tried to stop, the more breathless you became, and the air you inhaled felt like it was shattering inside your chest. No matter how hard you tried not to think about it, the scene of Yeo Woo-bin kissing your sister kept replaying in your mind.
Closing your eyes or covering your ears didn't help. The cold phone in your hand lit up and dimmed repeatedly until, in a fit of impulsive resolve, you swiped the screen and began deleting his number, his messages, and his name, one by one. Like tearing up memories.
Your hand trembled as you pressed the block button, but you didn't stop. You knew if you didn't cut him off now, you would crumble again. Miserably, one more time.
You lost track of how much time had passed when the doorbell rang. You tried to ignore it, but it rang repeatedly, piercing through the silence of the house.
When you finally opened the door with swollen eyes, there stood that trashy fox, Yeo Woo-bin. His face was perfectly composed, wearing that same light smile as always.
He noticed you had been crying. He even knew why. Despite knowing the reason, he looked down on you. He believed that anyone so hung up on love—would eventually fall for his whispered promise to love them again.
"Honey, I'm sorry. Don't be mad, can't you just give me one kiss? I'll treat you better from now on. Hmm?"
June 16, 2026
June 16, 2026