원래 짐승이었어

“Friend? Are you serious? Do you honestly believe I’ve stayed by your side all these years just to be your friend? What kind of lunatic would think about doing this to a friend? Me? The guy who spends every single day fantasizing about throwing you onto a bed and screwing you senseless? Friend? Don’t make me laugh.”

He squinted, unable to open his eyes properly, his lashes heavy with the liquid clinging to them. His face twisted in discomfort.

“Si-eun…”

“Are you out of your mind?”

Si-eun furiously wiped at her eyelashes with her palm, her hands trembling. Once again, Ji-hoon had played her. Her resolve faltered as she looked at his pathetic, puppy-like expression, soft whimpers escaping his lips. It infuriated her how easily her heart wavered. She wanted to scream.

“This is disgusting! What the hell is this even…!”

Her rant was abruptly cut off. Ji-hoon, now kneeling, grabbed her face and began licking the liquid from her lashes. She pushed at his chest, slapped at his hands, but it was futile. He clung to her like a rabid dog, obsessively licking every trace of the mess he’d made.

“I just imagined it… But when you touched me, I couldn’t hold back. I lost control.”

“…”

“I’m sorry. For doing something so s*upid.”

It was absurd—this massive man kneeling before her, his head bowed in shame. The sight was almost enough to drive her mad. Si-eun stood up abruptly, glaring down at Ji-hoon with cold detachment.

“I’m scared you’ll hate me,” he muttered.

After all he had done, he dared to claim he was afraid of being hated. Those words didn’t even sound real anymore. The sharp, metallic scent lingered at the edge of her senses, a reminder of everything that had just happened.

Ji-hoon crawled toward her, wrapping his arms tightly around her legs like a desperate animal. She felt drained, too powerless to shove him away.

“Please, don’t hate me.”

“…..”

“You won’t… right?”