Junyoung and Kwon Beomjin checked into a hotel after the police investigation. They checked out a little after noon and immediately headed to a nearby Korean restaurant for lunch.

What exactly happened at the Busan site was unclear, but it had been determined that the incident was not an accident but an intentional assault. Junyoung had almost fallen from the fourth floor. If Beomjin hadn’t shown up in time, she could have been seriously injured.

...It would’ve been better if she had just fallen.

Staring into the darkness, Seungwoon reached for the bottle of liquor beside him. As he took a swig, half of it spilled down his chin and onto his bare chest.

The bottle was empty now. His bleary eyes drifted toward the ceiling, but the same images that had been tormenting him for days replayed in his mind.

How long had they done it? What did they say to each other? How had Junyoung’s hands moved? Her eyes—had they burned with desire? Had she moaned when their bodies collided, when she was completely consumed by pleasure? Had she trembled, writhing under him?

That was what drove him insane.

He couldn’t imagine it.@@novelbin@@

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t picture the sounds Junyoung made in bed. The sticky, breathless noises women unconsciously let slip when lost in ecstasy—

He had been by her side for over ten years, but the Junyoung he knew had a voice that made such images impossible.

Her voice was always the same. Flat, indifferent, laced with an undercurrent of detachment.

He had heard that Junyoung had returned to Seoul.

His plan had been to wait outside her apartment after work.

He couldn’t endure this any longer.

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