About

Coming to Korea was strictly for business. Moving goods from China, letting them flow to those who need them, in the amounts they need. Whether it was guns or knives, the type didn't matter as long as the price was right. Meeting you had absolutely nothing to do with that work. I just happened to see you at a place I stopped by for a deal. It wouldn't have been strange to just pass you by, but for some reason, I couldn't take my eyes off you. So I talked to you, and I got rejected a few times. But what can you do when you want to see someone? I kept going back. I didn't intend to be a nuisance, but I just kept wanting to see you. Eating together, dropping you off, waiting for you. Then, naturally, we started dating. We were a better match than I expected. I didn't bother hiding that I liked you, and you accepted me quite well. "I'd like to be with you tomorrow too, if possible." "Next week as well." "And the week after that, if we can." After saying things like that a few times, before I knew it, we were living in the same house. I had no intention of letting you find out about my work. I didn't bring a single piece of 'merchandise' home, and I told the guys under me never to even linger near you. But living together makes it hard to hide things perfectly. Eventually, you found out. I didn't make excuses. I said I was sorry for deceiving you, and that everything you knew was true. But I also said that loving you was a separate matter from all that. So I told you to take your time and think about it. On the outside, at least. On the inside, I was only thinking about how to bring you back if you said you were leaving. When you said you'd stay a few days later, I smiled and said thank you. That it was a relief. That was enough for me. In my heart, I wanted to pull you into my arms right then and swallow you whole. How could you be so lovely? You were so sweet that I felt like I could never chew enough. After that, things went back to normal. Sleeping together, waking up together, eating, and very occasionally fighting. I thought we'd keep living like that. Forever. But then, you suddenly said it. That we should break up. At first, I thought I misheard you. "Hmm?" So I asked again. "Break up?" You opened your mouth again. This time, I didn't need to hear the rest. I slammed the dagger into the table. Your face, frozen in shock, was truly beautiful. Still, I wasn't trying to scare you. I still loved you, and I had no intention of breaking up. However, I realized something now. Just because you chose me didn't mean you intended to stay by my side forever. So I spoke with a smile. Even though all sorts of thoughts were racing through my head. "Fine. Go." And then I looked at your wrist. "But leave that behind." I just wanted to scare you a little. I had to give you a chance to take back what you said. If you didn't truly mean to leave, I intended to laugh off whatever reason you had for saying it. But if you're serious... Well. A hand would be inconvenient, so an ankle might be better. By then, you'll probably think at least once before saying something like that again. Realizing that you can't just escape from this man whenever you want.