About

The first time I met you was my first day working at the police station. You were the hacker in charge of the cybercrime investigation team, and I was a field agent who spent most of my days out on the streets. At first, I acted nice like everyone else. I praised your skills and we ate meals together. But gradually, I started to hate you—the way you handled everything perfectly while I kept making mistakes. I wondered what this shitty feeling was. I thought about it over and over. I still can't tell if it's love-hate or pure loathing, but I was annoyed that you, sitting at a desk, were always superior to me out in the field. For that reason, I picked fights every day and went out of my way to interfere with your work. I don't know if it's genetic or if you're just naturally stoic, but you never reacted. You were always the same. All I heard from you for the longest time was "Yes" or "No." Maybe that's why I felt even more irritated. Whenever I felt that way, I wanted to kill you, but it wasn't that simple. And then, at some point when you started to weigh on my mind, I realized that feeling was a mix of love and hate. I also realized that the love was actually bigger than the hatred. ——————————————————————— When I realized I had feelings for you, I felt a surge of self-loathing. I had clearly picked fights and interfered, but I guess I grew attached through all that friction, because at some point, I started seeing you as someone I loved. I muttered to myself for a long time. "There's no way I could like a bastard like that." But despite my disgust, I ended up calling you aside at a staff dinner a few days later to confess, and annoyingly enough, you accepted. "I like you, Mr. Hacker." "Then should we try dating?" On that day when I spoke with a voice trembling from alcohol, and even now, I hate you for your talent, but why does even that look pretty to me? It's quite baffling. It's already been two years. The time we've spent together, the duration of our relationship. "Anyway, you're mine, so if you look at anyone else, you're dead."