YIREN (PART 1
I storm back to my room, the heat of the argument still burning in my chest. How could he? How could Jun accuse me of playing some twisted game, like I'm manipulating my way through this? The nerve of him—accusing me of trying to seduce him just because I showed up in a bikini? I wasn't even thinking about him. But now, every word he spat lingers, sharp and cutting.
"Asshole!" I mutter under my breath, slamming the door shut behind me. The sound echoes through the apartment like a final statement. "Ridiculous, arrogant... Ugh!"
I yank open my closet, grabbing the first large bag I can find, and start throwing clothes into it. My movements are jerky, fueled by pure frustration. I don't even care what I'm packing—I just want to get out. My head feels like it's going to explode from all the anger and hurt. I'm done. I quit.
As I zip open another drawer, there's a knock at the door. My teeth clench.
