Chapter 17: Since when did you have rights when I was around?

<Yun Ho’s POV>

“Hngh… Yun Ha… Why did you do this…”

Si Eun said, hugging me tightly and crying, while putting a bandage on my wrist.

How shocked must she have been to hug me and cry like this?

“Si Eun, I’m sorry.

It was my fault, so please…”

“No… I’m going to keep sticking with you…”

‘Ah… I’m f*cked.’

I never imagined that this would cause such a big ripple effect.

I’d just done it out of annoyance.

Now, I wondered why I even did it.

Why did I suddenly feel self-loathing, and suddenly slit my wrist?

Wasn’t it a difference in values, but simply that I wanted to receive Si Eun’s attention?

That attention was a bit twisted right now, though.

“I can’t do this.

From now on, this Unni will only be by our Yun Ha’s side.”

“What…?”

I was f*cked, right…?

I felt like I’d had this thought before.

Was I mistaken?

“If I’m not by Yun Ha’s side, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep anymore.”

Ah.. I was really f*cked.

I was afraid that Si Eun’s crazy obsession was about to start.

Now, she wouldn’t try to separate from me for even a moment.

If I ever got away from Si Eun…

‘Yun Ha, where are you?

Yun Ha?

Yun Ha, where are you?

Unni’s anxious right now… My hands are shaking… Come out quickly….’

Eugh, that sounded like a bad thought.

But I had no intention of listening to those words.

I had my own privacy.

“No.

No matter how much Si Eun is worried about me, I also have my own privacy.”

“…What did you say…?”

Saying that, Si Eun made a terrifying expression.

The atmosphere was very oppressive, and also… She looked like she shouldn’t be messed with.

Now that I looked, it seemed like the pupils in her eyes had lost focus…?

“Yun Ha, do you know what you just did?

Who knows if you’ll slit your wrist with a box cutter again when I’m not there?

Or who knows if you’ll commit suicide?”

Si Eun began to pressure me in a tone as if she was scolding me quite a bit.

It felt a bit like gaslighting, but what could I do when it was true…?

“Si Eun, even so, invading my privacy is… That’s my human rights, and…”

“Since when have you had human rights when I’m around?”

“That’s…”

‘Because Si Eun does whatever she wants…’

Those words came up to my throat, but I was too scared to say them, afraid of getting slapped like last time.

Now, I liked Si Eun’s warm touch more than her oppressive and scary touch.

I didn’t want to get hit again.

I wanted to be petted a lot.

“I won’t cross the line.

I’ll just sleep with you, eat with you, and shower with you, Yun Ha.”

Shower together?

I’d be too embarrassed to do that… No, I couldn’t do this.

I had to persuade Si Eun, but instead, I was being persuaded.

That wouldn’t do.

I needed a good way to persuade Si Eun in one shot…

Then, I remembered something.

A good way to persuade Si Eun.

But it was a gamble that could persuade her in one shot, or make her obsession even worse.

Still, I brought up the topic to persuade her.

“What if I get tired of your obsession and slit my wrist?”

“What…?”

It seemed like those words had flipped a switch in Si Eun.

Again, Si Eun’s pupils lost focus, and

-Slap

She slapped me across the face.

Ah, I hated getting slapped more than anything.

Tears flowed.

I didn’t want to get hit.

As Si Eun hit me, something seemed to go wrong in my mind.

I clung to Si Eun and…

“Please don’t hit me… I’ll do anything…! So please don’t hit me…”

I cried, wailed, clung to her, and begged.