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chapter 21 | Experience

"You're a doctor, so I need to ask you a question," he lifts his pen up but seems ready to say something dumb. "Let's imagine that someone attacks me, no one is there to help, and I know a technique. The guy fights me, but I manage to tackle him down and make him end on the ground, so I put my hands around his throat, but," his story does not have an end yet, making me fear what he might say. "I do not know exactly how to put my hand to choke him without killing him. How do I do to know the difference between the air pipe, and the blood flow?"

"Why does it matter in this type of situation?" Mister Jeon frowns at him as I did, but this boy remains serious. "Just answer my question."

He sighs and chuckles through his breath, and he straightens his back. "If you want to cut off the blood flow, you apply pressure here—"

"Wait, let me get into the character," he turns towards me. "Y/n, you're my attacker, okay?" he picks me to be the bad guy, and I do not feel good anymore. "Uh...all right..." I still comply to make him happy. "Okay, so here," he puts his hand around my throat, but I hold back from laughing, feeling more embarrassed than something else. "Where do I apply pressure for the blood?"

"You could have done it to yourself, jeez," he does not appreciate this scenario but still teaches him, and he comes closer. Now I'm not embarrassed anymore, I'm nervous.

"Here, remove your hand," he pulls it away from me, and his fingers touch an area under my jawline. "On both sides, just right below the bone. If you want to cut off the air, you apply pressure on the front of the neck to do it on the œsophagus," he shows him without holding this sensitive part of my body. "All right, show me how you would do it."

"What? I'm not going to do this to her, Hajoon," he disagrees, my brain praying for him to not give in and make me have a reaction I would rather not have in front of Hajoon. "Come on, she doesn't mind anyway. Right?" he puts me in an awkward position, but I thoughtlessly let out my words. "I don't...I mean...I can learn too...I guess."

"See, I need to know. It's a great way to remember," he uses this as a pretext, and I peek up at Mister Jeon, but just the thought of having his big, veiny hand covered in tattoos, around my throat makes me clench my legs. "You don't know about that either?" he asks me, and I shake my head.

He breathes out, but he lifts his hand up. "This is ridiculous, but here," he cups my throat in a gentle manner, and his fingers and thumb apply some pressure on my arteries. "The neck is really sensitive, so unless you want to kill that person, you hold back to a certain degree because this is dangerous."

"Can you feel the difference?" Hajoon curiously looks at me. "What difference?"

"Close your eyes and tell me if you can feel how different the two of them are," Mister Jeon advices me to do, so I shut my eyes and let him literally use me. "Tell me if it hurts or if you don't like the sensation, all right? Because I don't want you to lose consciousness," he points out in case I would be stupid enough to keep quiet when I lack air. "Okay."

His hand changes of spot, and he sticks it right in the crook under my jawline, holding my entire throat with one hand, he does it for a few seconds that cause me to already not feel okay. Then he drifts his fingers to the sides of my throat and presses them there. I am not normal, I have a problem in my head for feeling butterflies because of this. Once he tightens his hold a little, I feel how different it is, and I put my hand on his forearm to tell him to stop. I will look dumb if I faint right now.

"I definitely feel the difference, I can still...like my head is not receiving oxygen anymore right now," I put the blame on this action as I can feel how hot I became, the heat on my face embarrassing me. "Did I hurt you?"