Ye Jun
I stood there with the water hammering my back like it was trying to punish me for existing, palms flat on the cold tile, and Si Woo just wouldn't fucking leave. The door clicked shut behind him, lock turning with that stupid little snick that sounded way too final. My heart was already doing cartwheels from the argument, from the slap I'd given him earlier, from the way he'd stormed out and then stormed right back in like some deranged ex who couldn't decide if he wanted to kill me or keep me.
"Get out," I said again, louder this time, but it cracked halfway like my voice had given up on me too. I didn't turn around. Didn't need to. I could feel him there, clothes probably soaked already, eyes locked on my ass like it owed him money.
