DISGRACE ✴ kim rian

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Kim Rian approached the scene with slow, deliberate steps, his expression as cold and unyielding as ever. He didn’t spare Mi-hee a glance, his dark eyes locked on the biker.

“You have a death wish, don’t you?” Rian’s voice was low and laced with menace, his imposing presence casting a shadow over the man. The biker’s initial confidence began to waver under Rian’s icy glare, but before Rian could get closer, Mi-hee stepped in.

“Stop right there,” she said firmly, placing a hand on Rian’s chest to halt him. She wasn’t about to let him take over.

“This isn’t your fight,” she added, glaring at him.

Rian raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “You’re alone on a dark street with a creep, and you think this is a game? Move aside before you get hurt.”

Mi-hee scoffed. “Hurt? By this?” She gestured toward the biker, who, despite his earlier bravado, was now visibly uncomfortable. “I don’t need you playing hero. Go find someone else to intimidate.”

Rian opened his mouth to argue, but Mi-hee was already turning her attention back to the biker.

“You,” she said, her voice sharp and cutting, “are going to walk away, right now, before this gets ugly.”

The biker sneered, recovering some of his nerve now that Mi-hee had diverted her attention from Rian. “Feisty, huh? I like that.” He stepped closer, his hand reaching for her arm.

Mi-hee moved faster than he could react, grabbing his wrist and twisting it sharply. The man yelped in pain as she shoved him backward.

“You’ve got one chance to leave,” she warned, her voice calm but dangerous.

Instead of retreating, the biker lunged at her in frustration. Mi-hee dodged easily, landing a swift kick to his side that sent him stumbling.

Rian, who had been watching with crossed arms and a faint scowl, took a step forward as if to intervene.

“Stay out of it,” Mi-hee snapped, catching his movement from the corner of her eye.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Rian shot back, his tone clipped.

Before he could make good on his threat to step in, Mi-hee spun and landed a perfectly executed elbow to Rian’s chest, sending him staggering back a few steps. He looked at her, more annoyed than hurt.

“I said, stay out of it.”

Rian smirked faintly, the first sign of emotion he’d shown all night. “You’re insane,” he muttered, but he stayed put.

The fight ended moments later when Mi-hee grabbed the biker by the collar and slammed him against the hood of Rian’s car with a force that knocked the wind out of him.

“Game over,” she said coolly. She reached for her phone and dialed the police.

By the time the cops arrived, the biker was still groaning in pain, his bravado completely shattered. Mi-hee handed him over with little fanfare, brushing off the officers’ questions with a curt explanation.

As the car carrying the biker drove away, Mi-hee finally turned back to Rian. He stood a few steps away, his arms crossed, studying her with an expression that was equal parts irritation and curiosity.

“You’re welcome,” he said flatly.

“For what?” Mi-hee asked, folding her arms.

“For stepping in when you clearly needed help.”

Mi-hee rolled her eyes. “I didn’t need your help. If anything, you were in the way.”

Rian’s jaw tightened, his usual coldness returning. “You’re lucky that guy wasn’t armed. Next time, try not to get yourself into situations you can’t handle.”

Mi-hee laughed bitterly. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve handled worse than him. You, on the other hand? Stick to brooding in dark corners—it suits you.”

Rian didn’t respond, his silence louder than any retort.

Without another word, Mi-hee turned on her heel and disappeared into the night, leaving Rian standing alone, an amused glint flickering briefly in his otherwise indifferent gaze.

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