A Scandalous Pair | Kim Mingyu FF | Svt

Do-hee

I was walking out of the party, trying to call Mingyu, but his phone went to voicemail when suddenly someone grabbed my arm. I turned around to see who it was, my irritation growing when I recognized him.

"What do you want?" I asked coldly, my tone filled with annoyance.

Park Gwanhee, the director who unfairly removed me from my previous work, stared at me with a smug smile. "Just wanted to have a little chat," he said, his voice dripping with faux politeness.

I rolled my eyes, trying to keep my annoyance in check. "Well, I'm not interested in chatting with you," I said, attempting to pull my arm away from his grip.

His expression grew more serious upon hearing me. "Please, just listen to me for a moment, Do-hee," he said, his tone almost pleading. "I... I need to talk to you."

I hesitated, curiosity replacing my irritation. "What is it?" I asked, my tone still cold. "What could you possibly have to say that's worth my time?" His grip on my arm loosened slightly as he let out a deep breath.

"I... I wanted to apologize," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "For everything. For how I treated you on set. For removing you from the movie. For being such a jerk." His sincerity was evident, and his remorse seemed genuine. I was taken aback, not expecting an apology from him.

"What, now you suddenly grew a conscience, Mr. Park?" I asked skeptically.

He grimaced, his expression pained. "No, I didn't suddenly grow a conscience, Do-hee," he said quietly, his voice strained. "I've had a lot of time to reflect on my actions. And I realized how wrong I was. How unfair and cruel I was to you." He looked down at the ground, avoiding my gaze. "I was so focused on my own greed that I lost sight of what really mattered—your talent, your dedication."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think, Mr. Park?" I said coldly, keeping my distance. "The damage is already done. You can't just apologize and expect everything to be fine."

He winced at my words, guilt and regret evident on his face. "I know," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I know I can't undo what I've done. But... but I really am sorry. I wish I could go back and change everything, but I can't. All I can do is apologize and hope that someday, you might find it in your heart to forgive me."

His remorse was palpable, and part of me wanted to forgive him, to move on. But the pain and anger were still too fresh, too raw. I shook my head, bitterness in my voice. "I don't know if I can ever truly forgive you, Mr. Park," I said harshly. "What you did to me... it was cruel and unjust. You betrayed my trust. You hurt me."

He nodded, shoulders slumping in defeat. "I know," he whispered, remorse and shame in his voice. "And I don't blame you for feeling that way. If I were in your shoes, I would probably feel the same."

"You have no idea how it felt, Mr. Park," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "You have no idea how much it hurt, how much it messed me up. And now you expect me to forgive you just like that, with a simple apology?"

He shook his head, his expression tormented by guilt and remorse.

"I don't expect you to forgive me easily, Do-hee," he said, his voice hoarse. "I know it's going to take time for you to forgive me, if you ever do. I just... I wanted to make things right, to apologize to you no matter if you forgive me or not."

I glared at him, my anger slowly giving way to resignation. "Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "You apologized. But that doesn't erase what you did, Mr. Park. You can't just say sorry and expect everything to go back to normal. You hurt me, deeply."

He nodded, his face contorted with shame and remorse. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "You're right, Do Do-hee. This apology can't change what happened, and it can't erase the hurt that I caused you," he said, his voice shaking slightly. "It's too late for that. But... but it's the least I can do."