Jin's mind longed for a peaceful respite, yearning for sleep to envelop him in its comforting embrace. Yet, despite his weariness, the persistent woman continued to pester him with relentless determination.
Did she truly believe him to be nothing more than a mere gigolo? His frustration rumbled within him, escaping his lips in a low, continuous murmur.
His once-slender pupils now narrowed to thin slits, mirroring the tension that coiled within his body.
He paid no heed to the fallen door behind him, nor did he care for the disapproving glances he received. He didn't think too much about the action he had just taken.
The throbbing ache in his head intensified, akin to a torrent of ants gnawing at his brain, yanking at the roots of his weary eyes, constantly urging his body to surrender to relaxation.
