Although not much, Gyu-jin's body loosened slightly, grateful for the generous let-off. Eyes reluctantly looking up at Seong-jun- surprisingly innocent. He wanted to fill them with fear. Wanted to ruin him- break him immensely to the point all the light slowly but surely leaves his eyes and the only thing still apparent in his vision will be Seong-jun. Or Seong-jun is the only one who gets to lay his hands on Gyu-jin.

In this world, some lines are never meant to be crossed. The distance between a bully and his victim is one of them. He was supposed to hate him, avoid him, and pray never to see him again. Yet, through days of torment, that line began to blur- Teasing turned into touch, hostility hid inside every breath, and fear tangled itself with desire. They both knew this wasn't love-or at least, it wasn't supposed to be. But the moment the line was shattered, there was no way back.