Thud!

“Fuck…”

Ha Giyeon was thrown to the bathroom floor. Nam Taekyung had yanked him by the collar, and the sudden force knocked him off balance, sending him crashing backward. The impact against the tiles left him no time to even register the pain before Taekyung’s fist came hurtling toward his face.

Ha Giyeon twisted his head just in time, but Taekyung’s nails scraped across his cheek, leaving a raw, stinging mark.

“You fucking piece of shit… You think you can ignore me? You goddamn worthless bastard?”

The sneering grin Nam Taekyung usually wore was gone. Now, his face was twisted in unrestrained rage.

So, he’s not even trying to hide it anymore.