"You hate me?" doctor whispered, his lips ghosting over the Taekjoo's ear. Taekjoo exhaled shakily with sharp eyes. "Yes." A chuckle. "Liar." He didn't deny it. A hand in his hair, stroking gently after a particularly brutal argument. Taekjoo hated how his body leaned into that touch. He fought at first, throwing sharp words, exploiting weaknesses, but the doctor absorbed them all with an amused smirk. It wasn't just control he wanted, it was understanding. And that terrified the Taekjoo more than any Needle ever could.