Chapter 1.2 Sean POV : My First Banter With Him
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I woke up in an unfamiliar room.
My eyes blinked a few times before slowly scanned my surroundings.
“Whose room is this? Why am I here?” I muttered, still trying to process the situation. “Urgh...” I touched my head.
It hurt. Something flashed inside my mind.
“That guy....” I remembered someone kissing me that night. It was hot and intense. I could still feel the way he had sucked on my tongue, as if he were trying to took the life out of me. “Dammit...!”
But more importantly, where were my friends?
But after taking one step, my legs trembled. I couldn't support my own weight and lost balance.
My body collapsed back down onto the edge of the bed.
“My head hurts so much…” I lowered my head, massaging my forehead.
Then I noticed something. My clothes had changed.
“W-why are my clothes…” My eyes widened in shock.
This definitely wasn’t mine. Bright red. Slightly oversized. What the hell actually happened?
"Don't tell me... that guy..." As I tried to piece everything together, the door suddenly opened.
A man walked in. He had a black Korean-style two-block haircut, clean and neat.
I assumed he was in his mid—twenties, had broad shoulders like a bridge and tall frame. His dark orb eyes stared at me.
“Did he bring me here?” I thought as I was scanning his figure as he moved closer.
“Good. You’re finally awake.”
He stopped a few steps away from me, arms crossed. His gaze was cold like a knife.
I couldn’t remember anything clearly, but judging from his expression... I must have caused some trouble. Did I do something to him after the kiss?
Whatever it was, I didn’t know.
But the only thing I could do now was apologize.
“I’m sorry… I may have done something that bothered you, but I really didn’t mean to cause trouble for anyone, so… please forgive me…” I said, bowing slightly.
Then suddenly, something churned in my stomach.
Nausea.
“Urgh…” I quickly covered my mouth.
Not now. Just hold it.
But my body didn’t listen.
The pressure rose sharply in my throat.
“If you’re going to throw up, go to the bathroom. Don’t hold it,” the man said coldly.
“A-ah, y-yes, thank you!”
I rushed into the bathroom inside the room and almost slipped as I opened the door.
Inside, I reached the sink, I vomited everything I had been holding back.
It took several minutes before it finally stopped.
I turned on the faucet, washing my face and hands. I gasped a little and caught my breath for a while, then stared at my reflection in the mirror.
A total mess.
My face was even paler than the wall. My red shaggy hair, which only reached just above my collar, was sticking out everywhere.
“Haah…” I exhaled softly and stepped out, still slightly unsteady.
The man was still there. He hadn’t moved, standing like a stone wall.
“Done?” His voice was flat.
I nodded weakly while brushing away the water from the corner of my lips.
He snorted softly and said, "Follow me. I have something to talk about."
I followed him as he led me to the dining table.
“Sit.” His tone was firm.
I glanced at him briefly, then pulled out the white chair and obeyed.
Soon after, he pulled out the chair opposite me. and now we were sat facing each other.
“Your name is Sean, right?” He opened first.
“Yeah…” I nodded quickly.
“Do you remember what happened last night at the club parking lot?” He asked, leaning back and crossing his arms, as if he were interrogating a criminal.
“Mmm... what I remember is...” My eyes drifted slightly to the side as fragmented memories resurfaced. “You... kissed me?” I stared at him, seeking confirmation.
“Cough...” He coughed loudly. “Well, that's not the point. What happened after that?” he said, looking as though he was trying to regain his composure.
I was still confused.
“No…." I answered honestly.
“Hmph…” He scoffed.
Then he stood up and walked into another room.
Maybe his bedroom? I wasn’t sure.
I just waited until he came back with something in his hand.
“Do you know what this is?” He asked, holding up a shirt in front of me.
“If you mean a white shirt, then yeah,” I nodded.
“Do you know how much this shirt costs?” He threw the shirt right at my face.
I flinched slightly at his sudden action. I hadn't expected him to throw it as if he were tossing trash into a garbage bin.
“How would I know? Maybe a few tens or hundreds of thousands at most!” I shot back, grabbing the shirt and slamming it onto the table.
“Twenty million and last night, you threw up all over it,” he said through gritted teeth, staring at me as if I had just committed the worst crime in history.
My eyes widened. No way.
“I don’t care. You ruined it, so you’ll pay for it,” he said with a cold exhale.
“What are you, crazy?!” I shouted without thinking.
I stood up and slammed the table harder than before.
“If you don’t want to, I’ll report you to the police.”
“You…!” My words got stuck.
This was ridiculous. He was completely unreasonable.
My eyes shifted back to the white shirt. It looked perfectly fine to me.
“This shirt isn’t damaged at all!” I grabbed it again and inspected it carefully.
No tears. No stains. No wrinkles.
Still clean. Like new.
“Are you blind? How is this damaged?” I held it up in front of him, showing both sides.
He exhaled sharply. “It’s contaminated! Do you think I’d ever wear something that had your vomit on it?! It’s worthless to me now!"
“What? You’re calling this contaminated because I—this is clean! How can you even say that?” I was speechless. “You're giving me a headache…” I rubbed my forehead.
“So what will it be? Pay, or should I call the police?”
Two choices. Both were bad for me.
Twenty million? That was almost all of my remaining of savings.
He was making me want to punch him in the face right then and there, just so he would stop acting like a spoiled brat.
He suddenly took out his phone and started calling someone.
“Hello, police? Can you help me? My address is—”
My eyes widened in terror. He really did call the police.
“HELP! THERE’S BEEN A s****l HARASSMENT CASE HERE!” I shouted spontaneously, cutting him off.
He stopped, hung up, and turned his head in slow motion on.
“Are you crazy?!” Finally, he snapped, sounding panicked.
“No, I’m not crazy,” I replied quickly. “That could be true, right?”
“What are you talking about?!” He growled.
“First, you brought me here—to your apartment—without my consent while I was unconscious. Second, you kissed me that night. And third, I woke up wearing different clothes.”
“I brought you here because you collapsed on me. You should be grateful I didn’t leave you lying on the street! And about your clothes, yes, I changed them because they were wet! And lastly, you were the one who kissed me first!” he shot back. “You should be thanking me, you know!”
"I don't trust you, huh...." I snorted.
His jaw tightened, his voice clearly holding back anger.
“That’s what you say. There’s no witness. You could’ve done something to me!”
“What do you mean? I'm still normal!” He snapped, unable to hold his voice any longer.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’m reporting you anyway. You’re not the only one who can threaten people.”
I turned and started walking toward the exit, waving my hand dismissively.
After a few steps, he stopped me.
“Okay, wait. What do you want?!” His voice sounded defeated.
I turned back with a victorious grin.
“Simple. Don’t report, and I won’t report you either. The shirt issue is settled. Deal?”
He didn’t answer. His eyes stayed sharp on me. But eventually, he gave in.
“Fine. You don’t have to pay anything,” he said reluctantly.
My smile widened even more.
I walked up to him and lightly patted his shoulder.
“See? Think before you threaten someone. Not everyone is someone you can intimidate, rich guy.”
I laughed slightly and turned away, quickly leaving his apartment.
“Phew… that was close…,” I muttered, rubbing my chest once I reached the door. “Now I should go home. Dad must be worried… and those guys better watch out. How dare they leave me with a stranger like that!”
My chest was burning as I remembered my three friends. Traitors. What if that guy had really done something to me?
My mind suddenly started imagining things.
Right… why am I thinking about this now?
“I mean… no way. He said he’s normal. He wouldn’t do something like that to a guy… right?”
I quickly shook my head, pushing the thought away.
“But if he did… I’ll make him pay!”
I walked out of the apartment building.
Outside, I took a deep breath like someone finally released from captivity.
After a moment, I started walking again.
Home.
I choose to walk to save money since I actually lived just behind this building.
“Hah..."
My pace, which had been fast, slowly slowed down.
It had been months since my father and I moved there after our mansion was seized.
But I didn’t regret it. At least it reduced the burden of debt. Now there was still one billion left to pay.
“Why am I thinking about this again…?”
I sighed.
My mind felt more crowded these days.
Drrrt… drrrt…
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I quickly picked it up.
“From home…?” I muttered after seeing the caller ID.
I answered immediately.
“Hello? Dad? What happened? Is your illness acting up again?”
“Sean, this is Aunt Maria from next door.”
My stomach sank.
“Aunt Maria…?” I guessed.
“Yes,” she said quickly. “Sean, can you come home right now? Your father just fell in the bathroom! He’s—”
“I’m coming right now! Please, stay with him!”
I hung up immediately without waiting.
My father… the only family I have left… had fallen.
My heart started pounding uncontrollably.
“I need to get home… fast.”
I ran as fast as I could.
“Please… don’t let anything serious happen to him… please….”
- Writer
