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?"I'm not the little girl you need to protect anymore.."?
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MIRRORED MIND ; ⠀㉋⠀恩◉
Hanwool's POV:
"He's here, Hanwool."
One of my men shoved Hyun-woo forward, sending him crashing onto the cold floor at my feet. He winced, his body trembling as he dared to look up at me.
I crouched down, gripping his chin between my fingers, forcing his terrified eyes to meet mine.
"So..." I drawled, my voice dangerously calm. "I heard you put Rin in the hospital."
"N-no..." He shook his head frantically, his breath uneven. "I-I didn't mean to hurt her! She-she shouldn't have interfered in my business!"
I stared at him for a moment, then let out a dry chuckle.
"Was that supposed to be an excuse?"
Before he could answer, my fist collided with his jaw, sending him sprawling back onto the floor. The sickening crack of impact echoed through the empty room.
He groaned in pain, clutching his face, but I wasn't done.
I leaned down, my voice dropping to a whisper.
"Tell me, Hyun-woo... did it feel good?" My fingers curled into his shirt as I pulled him up slightly. "Did it feel good to watch her bleed?"
He didn't answer.
So I slammed him back down.
"You touched something that belongs to me," I muttered, shaking my head. "And for that..."
I smiled, but there was no warmth in it.
"You're going to wish you never did."
Hyun-woo barely had time to react before my fist connected with his face, sending him crashing onto the cold, hard floor. He coughed violently, a streak of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he groaned in pain.
I crouched down, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him up so our faces were inches apart. His eyes-once cocky, always filled with misplaced arrogance-were now wide with fear.
"You think you can just touch what's mine and walk away unscathed?" I muttered, my voice dangerously low.
"N-no, Hanwool, I swear-!"
I didn't let him finish. My knee drove into his stomach, making him choke on his own breath. He doubled over, gasping, but I didn't stop. My fist crashed into his ribs, then his jaw, over and over again. Every punch was fueled by something deeper than just revenge.
He collapsed onto his hands and knees, his breath ragged. "P-please..." he coughed, his voice barely above a whisper.
I grabbed the back of his head and forced him to look up at me. His face was swollen, one eye nearly shut from the blows.
