Revenge [Ryujin x Hyunjin]

(35). Unbelievable

"Do you feel repulsed now that you know I’m police?"

Hyunjin wet his lips with the glass of whiskey as he asked her.

"Yes, I don’t like police all that much. They’re so full of themselves."

"What a pity."

The ends of his lips calmly lifted as he stared at her. He didn’t look regretful at all. Even thought it seemed as though he’d loosened up in his personal space, he was still full of himself, and his attitude hadn’t changed. Now that she knew he was police, his personality seemed even dirtier than when she saw him as a gangster.

"What will happen to me now?"

"What do you think?"

She still didn’t like the way he looked at her… as if he was trying to figure her out. Ryujin slightly pulled her head back.

"Will I be taken into custody? For the crime of shooting a gang leader?"

"You won’t go to prison. What you did is off the record."

"Then let me go."

"What will you do if I let you go? Are you going to return to Serim and shoot at Jeong Jaehyun this time?"

"No."

"Your eyes tell me the opposite."

"I won’t use a gun. I’m going to stab him with a knife."

"……"

"I’m going to hack and slash a few times. Just like that bastard did to my parents."

Hyunjin's smile faded, and his brows furrowed. A silence settled in the room. He placed the glass of whiskey on the table, and the sound of the rattling ice rang inside the room.

"What happened to your parents is a shame. Along with everything else you had to go through after that."

His Adam’s apple shook as he spoke. Hyunjin looked a bit more earnest now than he had just a moment ago. Did he pity her life? Yeah. Most people would be sympathetic of someone who had been living as a puppet for a man who had killed their parents.

Even though she knew he wasn’t a man who was easily overcome with emotion, she was grasping at straws right now. Ryujin's eyes tilted down as she looked at him before letting out a sigh.

"Then, can’t you… help me?"

She put her hand on his arm as she pleaded in a pitiful voice. She moved her fingers along the dragon on his arm as if she were counting each delicate scale. As her slender fingers moved down his arm, the veins in his neck became more pronounced.

"Don’t move your wounded arm."

Ryujin ignored his husky voice and slowly moved her free hand down his body.

She swept her palm down his hard, muscular chest. His skin felt hot and stiff. His long eyes narrowed and seemed to grow darker with desire as they watched her. Ryujin softly whispered to him.

"You definitely said so. You said you’d help me kill Jeong Jaehyun… Were you lying to me?"

"No."

"Then let me go. I’ll do whatever you say."

Ryujin's voice sounded pitiful as she gave him a feeble look.

'Please. Please, just… fall for it. Hwang Hyunjin!'

"No."

"…Why not? Why can’t you let me go?"

"Now isn’t the right time."