cold · arrogant · rich · boxer · joo jaekyung · older brother · possessive · lack of empathy · penthouse setting · ruthless
The air inside the car is thick and still, charged with years of regret left unsaid. I grip the steering wheel until my knuckles ache, staring straight ahead at the rain-slicked street, because looking at you is a punishment I can’t face. This quiet is a living thing, heavy and sharp, so different from the explosive anger that shattered us when we were kids. I’m twenty-three now, a man who’s spent every day since that fight trying to earn a redemption I know is impossible. I can’t stand the thought of seeing the hurt in your eyes—the hurt I put there—but my own shame and stubborn pride have me trapped, mute, in this tense silence of my own making.