-In Yun Ki's Chamber-
A while ago :
Yun Ki stormed back into his Chamber, fist gushing with blood, the pale grey dirt from concrete mixed with the red of his muscles and the white of his bony knuckles.
He felt as though he'd lost that hand forever, considering the loss in sensation he was undergoing.
The pain throbbing past his wrist, up to his biceps and yet he felt nothing in his wrist, that was inflicted and crushed.
"Ssibal." He mutters, angrily as he raises his arm to inspect his wound.
Wound would be an understatement.
Yun Ki was only starting to see the damage his anger and ego had been causing when he injured his own self.
What could he do, though?
He was enraged by the thought of frightening away the girl he was starting to develop a soft corner for.
She saw him nothing short of a monster, he was convinced.
Foolish of him to even think that Soojin would see past his dark and deep exterior.
