⚠️Warnings: Mature, Strong language, abuse, toxicity
"Greed, an insidious companion, whispered promises of possession into Adrian(Hwang Pil-Gwang) 's ear. The thought of claiming So Mun for himself consumed him. He knew that his actions were fraught...
AUTHOR'S SPACE: I Apologise but I had technical issues with my laptop, I left also a notice on my page, Im just repeating it in case, it wasn't seen. I was away for work and couldn't find time to write. Don't worry the next chapter will be published much earlier, I won't take too long like this one. Thank you xoxo 💋
"I guess there's certain dreams that you gotta keep 'Cause they'll only know what you let 'em see". -Khalid
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Chapter XXII: 🍂
🔸So Mun POV
"I apologise, Mr Cain. I was with- I..."
I try to explain myself, not really knowing what to say. Because what can I actually say?? That I was having a blast with Adrian in a spare office? Or that I was being manhandled...? All the teenagers stand in line, side by side, while Cain is busy explaining the new products they want to launch for the upper-middle classes, or at least, he was intent, before I interrupted him. He waves his hand as if to dismiss my nervous explanation. "Never mind, join your colleagues," he replies amicably, maybe guessing that I have been held back, somewhere. As I walk to the line, I notice the dirty looks from some students. Maybe they think I want to show off and come late, or that I was the only one who was called upstairs by the director.
Excellent, well done So Mun! What a good start to the week!
I run a hand through my curls, reviving my hair, sighing softly as Mr Cain leads us into another room. My lips are still swollen, and the skin on where he set his teeth, is throbbing. Luckily I've managed to fasten my tie again and hide the visible marks. He is a total jerk, but at least for today, I have to give him a pass, as he did apologise.
He apologised to me. And the weight of his apology hangs heavy in the air, a mixture of relief and skepticism swirling within me.
For a while, I've carried the brunt of his callous words and thoughtless actions, each one leaving its mark on my skin. Yet, today, there was a flicker of something different in his eyes as he spoke those words of contrition. It's as if a veil was lifted, revealing a glimmer of genuine remorse beneath his usual facade of indifference.
I often find myself fighting with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to hold onto my resentment and the tentative hope that maybe, just maybe, he's capable of change. The walls I've built around my heart tremble at the possibility of letting him in, even if just a crack. It's a precarious balancing act between self-preservation and the vulnerability of attraction.
I can't understand what happens when he touches me.
It's as if his mere touch has the power to override my senses, leaving me feeling powerless and exposed. My body betrays me, succumbing to his hands against my better judgment. It's a sensation both intoxicating and terrifying, like dancing on the edge of a precipice with no control over the inevitable fall.
