Cheon Seo Jin. Why am I so addicted to that woman?
Is it because of her beautiful body? Perfectly curved and slim?
Or is it because of her attractive manners? How she throws back her black wavy hair?
Or more, because of that lipstick she always uses, that bold red lipstick that proves that, whenever she's in the place, she's the boss?
Cheon Seo Jin. Why the heck did I fall in love with this woman?
Is it because of the money she has? These tons and tons?
Or is it because she helped me become a Doctor, when I had no money to manage learning this job?
Or more, is it only because I needed the company of a woman, a charming and falsely humble woman?
Cheon Seo Jin. She has power.
Is it power I want?
Cheon Seo Jin. She is witchy.
Did she enthral me by sorcery?
Cheon Seo Jin. She looks sweet, but she's bitter.
Does that make her attractive?
Whatever it is, I know I can't escape her. Even if she doesn't want me, I want her. Even if she doesn't need me, I need her. Even if she doesn't find me pretty, I find her enchanting. Why the heck? Even if she never loved me, I love her.
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How did I, the great soprano and prima-donna, Cheon Seo Jin, fall in love with an underline like him?
Just by thinking about him, about how I treated him, my heart aches. I didn't love him, I just didn't want him to become hers. I always liked to take everything that was hers. Her trophy. Her voice. Her glory. Her boyfriend. Her career. Everything. Anyway.
I didn't love him. I didn't even like him. But then, to steal him from her, I acted out. But pity grew. Then affection took it's place. After that, I felt somewhat happy with him. Then I was truly fond of him. I couldn't behave properly when he was with me. We married. We had a child. But I didn't treat him properly, like a wife should do. I was only convincing myself I did.
That was because I was too obsessed by him. I didn't find him pretty. I didn't find him attractive. I didn't like him for the money he made; he was working at my father's clinic.
He teased me, fought with me, and I was always angry at him. But deep down, an emotion stirred. It was more of a wild, barbarous passion, not a cute drama romance, more of an animalistic feeling, that made me want to go over-possessive over my prey. He was mine now, and would have still been, if I didn't seduce another man, more powerful and rich, more seductive and handsome. A bigger prey, it was; compare an elephant and a raccoon, for example. We divorced. The only thing I had from him was my— our child, Eun Byeol.
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Fighting. Fighting. Fighting. This was what Cheon Seo Jin and Ha Yoon Cheon always did. These ex-husband and wife don't know how to show love. They only feel it for themselves. They don't share it with the other. Instead, they express venomous hate. And finally, they transform the feeling of love to a feeling of hate.
Maniacs.
Their feelings swirl around, swing from a side to the other, from love to hate, from hate to love. And both feelings merge, forming a cruel, dangerous dragon. A dragon that consumes the soul and the mind, leaves only the body functioning. Both of the monsters quarrel. The more intense the emotions they fuel into it, the more powerful they become. And usually, it's Cheon Seo Jin who express her feelings more. But more doesn't always mean better.
Feral love.
Their love is extreme, dangerously eager, too passionate. A cupid and sensual lust. It drives them both crazy. It tears them appart, makes them hurt each other. They don't realise the arrows they're throwing one to the other. Their perverse love is king. They are only submissive at its orders, they only follow its rules, automatically, promptly. Their perverse fervour is king.
