Bad (1/1)

[CONTENTID1][/CONTENTID1] [CONTENTID2]BAD[/CONTENTID2] [CONTENTID3] Control might sound like any other ambitious power anyone wished to have. But for Kim Sunggyu, control was what  kept him alive. For all of his life, he was taught to have control over anything, especially over himself. Kim Sunggyu was born in this world with control in both of his hands. And he was proud of it. He flaunted it, because he could, because he was the one who controlled this nation of hypocrisy and manipulation behind the scene. To be the one having the most control in this country, he needed to be the best one, no probably he needed to be the worst one. He was taught to be the most hypocrite man in this nation, by his own father who couldn’t even fuckin control the perfection he already had, to screw up with some random whore. He was ashamed to call him a father. He was taught to be the most manipulative man in this nation, by that said father, who had manipulated everything for his own selfish benefit. He learned it from the best. He learned it from his father. And look at where he was now.A man who was nothing without any control. A man who only depended on his control for his own satisfaction. Kim Sunggyu was starving for control. His hunger for control was beyond what he had imagined. He needed control. He hated losing control. The only thing he needed, used to be control. But everything had changed, hadn’t it. He didn’t seem to be able to grasp that control any longer, when a certain woman had basically stolen everything from him, his control, his poor heart. He no longer had control, he loved. He no longer possessed the ambitious control, he worshipped the love he had for a certain woman. That certain woman was probably the only woman who made him to lose his control. But that was alright, he didn’t need control, just to see that certain woman. It was alright, because it was the woman he loved. But he couldn’t forgive himself for losing control on his own. He hated to be not in control. He hated to lose the power because of his own misjudgement. Kim Sunggyu needed his own control to protect everything precious in his life. But he lost it, once he woke up with a sharp pain his head.   He needed to control himself, but he didn’t seem to be able to do that, as the only thing he could do was to hold his painful head. He felt thousand needles inside his head, to stab him from the inside. He let out a weak groan, not knowing what happened to his head, but it hurt as fuck. The more he struggled with the pain inside his head, the more he opened his eyes to realize the strange place he was in. “Control yourself, Kim Sunggyu”, he hissed silently, gritting his teeth to hold the pain, to get himself together. But it was impossible. The more he opened his eyes, the more he felt like his head was being pierced deeply by a sharp edge of a knife from the inside.It took him a long time to even realize what situation he was in right now. His hand still stayed on his torturing head, while he began to look around his surrounding. There was a dimlit light in the room, the bedroom. The room strangely felt cold, probably it was the fact that he didn’t know where the fuck he was, or how the fuck he got in here. But whatever that was, he was confused as fuck, especially about not remembering everything, with his control completely vanished from his own hands. He was supposed to meet other minister candidates to talk about the next five years programs, now that Nam Sanghee had been officially announced as the president of this nation. He was supposed to make a business deal with those politicians. People couldn’t really blame him, because in the end, he was still a politician. He needed to make an alliance. He couldn’t afford those bunch of old geezers in this political pyramid of this nation, to be split into two. One was on Nam Sanghee’s side, and one had their own agenda. He had to prevent it, by strengthening the alliance. It was manipulative. It was sneaky. But it was politics. He knew it the best. He learned it the best. He was Kim Sunggyu for fuck sake. But could he really call himself Kim Sunggyu? The man who had control in his hold, to make sure that everything was going on exactly like what he planned? No, he couldn’t call himself that man, when he realized that he actually wore nothing underneath the thick blanket, and he just realized it now.He quickly got up, searching for his clothes that was actually scattering on the floor. He didn’t fuckin know what was going on. He didn’t even fuckin know how he even got in this fuckin room. But he sensed danger. He needed to get away, because he wasn’t just an ordinary man, with a very bad hungover, to wake up in an unfamiliar room. He was the soon to be defense minister. But he stopped. He stopped trying to button up his shirt, when an object caught his gaze. Suddenly, the control felt empty. Because he no longer had it. He turned to be the stupidest man on this nation. “Shit”, he could hear himself trembling so badly. He would have insulted himself for being such a pussy in the past. But he didn’t even have any energy for it now, with his head feeling like it was being stabbed repeatedly.He tried to remember. He didn’t care about his painful head. But he needed to find his control, and remember everything about how he even fuckin got it in here. But it was useless. The more he tried to search in the deepest corner of his mind, the only thing filling his mind, was the fact that he saw an used condom on the floor. “You woke up”, Sunggyu found himself to stop breathing right at the moment, as his eyes looked away from the used condom on the floor, only to look at where the feminine voice came from. To say that he was surprised, it was understatement. No, he didn’t know what he felt right now. But whatever that was, he could feel his body shaking. “Are you feeling better?”, his eyes kept looking at the woman in the bathrobe, smiling at him gently. Surely, that woman wasn’t Nam Soohyun. Nam Soohyun wouldn’t look at this calmly, right? You would always annoy him in any chance you could get. It wasn’t Nam Soohyun, who poured the water into the glasses calmly, and offered it to him.“Drink this. I’m sure your head is killing you right now“, she said gently, with a little smile on her face, but the only thing he could look right now was a horror in his life, a huge mistake, he knew he would never be able to fix it. He wasn’t stupid. He could put things together. And it wasn’t a whole of a beautiful picture. “Sung---“, it was disgust, mostly a disgust on his life, about how much he had screwed up, and he couldn’t even remember a single thing about it. He was the biggest fool in the country, when he only remembered one thing.  “Han Yoori”, he only remembered one person, before all this fucked up things happened. He remembered himself talking to Han Yoori, the woman whose smile had disappeared now. His hands were trembling, his head was torturous, he could barely felt himself alive. But he had to. He needed to know what kind of mistake he had done. Although, he knew he would never be ready.“What exactly happened?”, he murmured so weakly, so scared, that his father would have laughed so hard to mock him, if that old man was here. That old man had always wanted him to be perfect. His cheating father always wanted him to be the man, that old man could never be. “Tell me”, he added again, with a voice so shaking, it wasn’t the voice of the youngest politician in this country. Where did the politician go? He didn’t know. He was left with his pathetic self, with mind filled about how could he lose control? How could he be so fuckin stupid and let this stupid mistake to happen? How could he betray his own love? No, it must have been a nightmare. He would never betray his love. He would never. But why was Han Yoori crying? It angered him. Because everything seemed real. Her tears seemed real. He was angry. “HAN YOORI”, he lost control, funny, because he never had it in the first place, when he woke up in this room, wearing nothing, and to find a disgusting condom on the floor. He hated to think about it. Because it made it seem like it was his mistake. It was his mistake, wasn’t it. Fuck. “WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?”, it was probably the first time he screamed and cursed at other people, but he found himself grabbing both her shoulders to make her facing him. She hadn’t stopped crying. She looked at him, with that look he knew too well. He knew the answer. But he still refused to believe it.“Did we fuck?”, it just sort of came out. He must have been so stupid to keep holding the truth, the mistake he did. It was undeniable, when he noticed how her eyes widened in horror. Shit, he wanted to punch himself, for losing control, he always had ever since the day he was born. How could he lose it? “We fucked?”, it was like a question, rather than a statement, just to make himself feel better, and to think this was only a stupid prank. He let go of her shoulders weakly. He stepped back a little, feeling the numb to take a control over him. The pain in his head didn’t even matter. It was the confusion. “Shit”, he hissed at himself, holding his head, no not to ease the pain in his head. He was going crazy. He was so numb, he barely felt anything. It was a mistake, his father told him not to ever do. It was a mistake, his father had done. He was just the same. In the end, he was just the same as his hypocrite father.“WE FUCKED”, his chuckle was angry. He didn’t want to be put on the same level, as that old man. He didn’t deserve to be placed in the same disgusting level as his father. You were wrong. He was always the same as his father. The only thing right was the love he had for you. And he couldn’t even fuckin protect it, just like how his father destroyed everything. “HOW THE FUCK DID WE FUCK?”, his scream echoed the room, as his gaze turned sharply at the woman behind him. Looking at her appearance, with only bathrobe she was wearing, with hair falling over her shoulder, completely different to the neat hairstyle she had when she met him in the lobby, it was an undeniable proof. But he refused to believe yet, that he was after all the same as that old man. It was disgusting.“HAN YOORI, TELL ME THE FUCKIN TRUTH”, he didn’t fuckin care, that he would even scare her to death, with how hard he grabbed her shoulders. Yoori still looked down, probably terrified, that he acted like a fuckin asshole. But it didn’t happen right? Kim Sunggyu wasn’t a cheating bastard, like his father. “TELL ME---“, he sounded desperate, he sounded pathetic. He never sounded like this. But the more he thought about the similarity, the more he felt numb. And Han Yoori needed to tell that it was just a stupid prank. “Does it even matter?”, there was strange coldness in her voice, that actually startled him, as he looked at the woman who still looked down the floor.“Does it even matter how we fucked, Kim Sunggyu?”, his hands let go of the woman’s shoulders. His eyes widened in horror at realization, as his eyes met with her cold ones. Han Yoori never looked this cold. The tears were gone. The only thing left, was the darkness, with the little smirk playing on her lips. He had never seen Han Yoori this dark. “We fucked for the whole night, Sunggyu ya. Even you picked the top suite hotel room”, he couldn’t breath, he could only look at the woman in front of him, with that sickening grin. He actually didn’t recognize his former secretary. His former secretary was probably the most professional woman he had ever known. But he didn’t even know who she was anymore.“You must know that I would never be able to afford this kind of room. Just like what your bitch of a fiancé said, I’m just a peasant---“, the mention of you, made his body to turn so cold. He didn’t like to lose control, but it was alright, since it was for the woman he loved. But he didn’t like it, when he lost it for a mistake, he knew he would never be able to fix. He hated it. “You are lying”, he could feel himself being able to strangle the woman. Fuck being a gentleman. The last time he was being a gentleman, he ended up in a strange room, only to find out that he probably fucked another woman.“YOU ARE FUCKIN LYING”, he seemed to not be able to form any words other than a denial. He had to deny everything. He would never fuck another woman, right? He was a man with moral. Hence, his dumbass bestfriend always got irritated by the fact that he was a man with moral. “Does this look like I’m lying to you, baby“, no, she didn’t look like she was lying, when she picked up the disgusting condom to flaunt it in front of him. God, he felt sick. He felt sick of himself.“You cummed a lot---“, she chuckled in amusement, showing off the disgusting object, he wished to burn. But he didn’t seem to be able to move now. His whole body shook madly. “Why?”, he muttered breathlessly, looking at her eyes, who started to colder than ever. Her amused chuckle disappeared. Somehow, how he got in here, didn’t matter anymore. The only thing mattered, was the fact that he ended up causing the biggest mistaken of his life.“You used to be the most professional woman---“, he added, watching her, to throw away the disgusting object. There was a hint of darkness and anger flashing in her eyes. But he didn’t even care. He only cared about how his heart beat slowly, how he knew that he would rather die, than to face the truth, he always denied. You were wrong that time. “Stop that”, there was a scream escaping from her mouth. She looked angry. Really? Then what was he? He was fuckin thrilled? Shit. He didn’t even have control over himself. He was pathetic.“STOP THAT PRETENTIOUS GENTLEMAN ACT”, she screamed even louder, watching him with horror. He never saw Yoori like this. Hence, he never fucked another woman when he was in relationship. So it was all bullshit now. “I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU FOR YEARS. I’VE ALWAYS STAYED BY YOUR SIDE FOR YEARS. BUT YOU HAD TO FUCKIN GET INVOLVED WITH THAT BITCH. YOU HAD TO GET INVOLVED WITH THAT BRAT, WHO KNEW NOTHING, OTHER THAN SCREWING UP EVERYTHING---“, she lost her own control, it seemed, he could see it from the deep hatred she had in her eyes. It was funny, because he never thought about her affection to be so deep. He always knew the attraction she felt for him. But he never minded it. He should have minded it, huh. But it was too late now. “This is a mistake”, he hissed coldly, stopping her from slapping him more about the truth, how much he was a fool, in the end. He just covered up his stupidity with protocols. He hoped the protocols to hide the fact that he was a foolish bastard.“THIS IS A MISTAKE, HAN YOORI. I DON’T EVEN KNOW HOW I EVEN GOT IN HERE”, the frustration was killing him. He might die for real. He was running away, like a fuckin coward. He grabbed his suit, and put it on as fast as he could. Even if he was a fool, he had a public to impress. He was a manipulative asshole. He was a hypocrite bastard. “This might be a mistake to you. But you know that it’s the truth. It’s the truth that I rode you for the whole fuckin night”, the sickening statement from her, made him to lose everything even more. He was losing everything. He was losing his power of control. And most importantly, he was losing you.“Oh and I forgot about the fact that you really are the former defense minister’s son. Cheating on his wife with a bastard child on the way. Although don’t worry, Sunggyu, you used protection, remem---“, as if that was supposed to make him feel better. It wasn’t. And he found himself, turning his direction to Yoori, and lifted his hand to smack the hell outta her. It was a little, he could shut her up with his slap. But he stopped. He fuckin stopped, to be a fuckin gentleman. He knew Han Yoori thought that he was going to slap, it was evident in her eyes. But he fuckin stopped. “You aren’t even worth a slap”, he muttered cruelly, causing her eyes to widen in horror. He took his leav---no, he ran away from the truth. He tried to run away as fast as possible, from the truth that he was nothing, but his father’s carbon copy. Eventually, you were wrong, and he was always right.         What did you know exactly about Kim Sunggyu? How did you know exactly everything about Kim Sunggyu? It was a stupid question. Of course, you knew everything about Kim Sunggyu. He pratically revolved around you. He pratically lived to annoy the hell outta you ever since 18 years ago. You knew that he was someone you couldn’t get involved with, the moment your dear brother introduced you that the asshole next to him would be his bestfriend. You didn’t know exactly how Kim Sunggyu got involved with Nam Woohyun, it didn’t matter, because that asshole, you knew that former asshole was going to be the death of you.As someone you couldn’t get involved with, there were so many reasons to answer. First of all, he lived in a different world that you did. Sure, you pratically lived to be the entertainment of this damned society. Because you chose to, your father chose to. Kim Sunggyu, that man didn’t just live as the clown of this society. No, he was born to be in that damned society. See, the difference was so obvious. But what else? Oh yeah, Nam Soohyun was a scandalous bitch who got involved with a manipulative bastard, like the actor, causing this whole shit in the first place. You were born to make scandals. Kim Sunggyu was born to perform a damage control. That was the original role. You never thought to get involved with such a man. It was laughable. You used to despise everything, everyone, plastering those fake perfection in front of the stupid public. But not anymore, not anymore when you were finally part of it. Not when you were in love with the said fake perfection, himself.Dear lord, what did Kim Sunggyu, the man who followed protocols even if he was dying, just get into? It was ridiculous, you almost laughed. Kim Sunggyu probably would have died in his cold office. He was a man who couldn’t even fuckin a joke for once, to save his life. He was the most arrogant, workaholic, self centered asshole, you had ever known. But you loved it anyway. He was hot as hell, alright, even with those murderous piercing eyes. Because he was Kim Sunggyu, the man who always played along with the book.  But then who was the man in the article you were staring at? He did look like the politician. No, he did not. Your mind was playing with you. Or was it the hard knot inside your chest that seemed to make you not being able to breath? You realized that you found it hard to breath right now, as you tried to find anything, any flaw, any fuckin manipulation in the picture. But you could not. Goddammit, you could not, and it fuckin hurt so bad. You wanted to burn the articles. You wanted to burn the journalists to actually write such a stupid article about your hot boyfriend. Like, there was no way the most careful male creature on this planet to be caught with a woman in a hotel room, in such an intimate position. You wanted to laugh out loud. The journalists must have lost their little brains. But why couldn’t you laugh? Was it the fact that the more you looked at the picture, the more you saw the truth? Or was it the fact that that one bitch in the article was your mortal enemy, who told you back then, that Sunggyu’s favorite tie was a gift from his mother? The exact same tie, the man in the picture was wearing? Shit, it really was him. Of course, it was him. There was no way, some random drunken dude could look that hot, in such a messy professional attire. But what was he doing? What was Kim Sunggyu doing with that plastic bitch? What was Kim Sunggyu even doing? You didn’t know. For someone who was supposed to know the politician very well, you didn’t know. “A relationship that starts with a betrayal, always end up with a betrayal too, Soohyun-ah”, your body turned cold, hearing that sickening chuckle. You were too focused on trying to find any manipulation in the picture of a couple entering the hotel room, to remember that your past was clear, next to you, in amusement. “They look good together”, you felt something burning your eyes, as your grip on the phone tightened. You realized that your eyes started to burn with the tears. You could feel Sungyeol’s hot breath so close to your cheek, suffocating you more.“Don’t you think, baby?”, there was a hint of amusement so clear in his voice. The more he talked, the colder you became. Lee Sungyeol really was your biggest scandal, as you could feel yourself still being affected by every little of his word. “Come on now, you are not crying, are you?”, he chuckled mockingly, snatching away his phone from your hand. You realized that your hands had been trembling. Why? It was the same shitty journalist who wrote about your stupid fake pregnancy scandal. It was the same shitty journalist who wrote the scandal between you and the politician.It was always the same journalist, same stupid article, same stupid agenda. What made it different? Besides Kim Sunggyu, that man, was the most arrogant and most proud politician, when it came to his strict protocol, that would prevent any scandal to happen. He was the best. “You have something to do with it”, it wasn’t a question, it was a statement, that could stop that sickening chuckle of his, once your gaze turned to the actor. He never changed. Even with those bold piercings on his ears, he was still the same. Lee Sungyeol was always a danger to you, that you should have destroyed a long time ago. “Don’t you?”, you tried hard not to stutter. There was no way in hell, you were going to show your weakness to him. He didn’t know Kim Sunggyu, as well as, you did.“DON’T YOU---“, then why were you screaming? If you didn’t believe the stupid article, why the did you get so work up, when Sungyeol looked at you with a terrifying coldness in his eyes? “You want to say I was the one who threatened that asshole’s life, and asked him to hug that woman?”, he hissed, shutting you up, by trapping you against your seat, as his face moved closer to you. He still gave you goosebump. He was never acting, playing that psychopath in one of his movies, as you could see the truth in his cold eyes.“You want to say I was the one who dragged that fucker into the hotel room, to screw that wom---“, he added, breaking into a sadistic grin slowly, as your eyes widened in horror, hearing that accusation. He didn’t know Kim Sunggyu as well as you did. “He would never do that”, you cut off his words immediately, not looking away from his dark gaze.“He’s a man with moral, Lee Sungyeol. Something that you never had---“, you mocked him, as you were sure that he didn’t see it coming, when you saw how devastated he looked. It was priceless, it made you to grin back in amusement, but it didn’t take long before he slammed your body against the seat harder. “The first daughter”, Sungyeol muttered harshly, having one of his hand to grab your jaw, while his other hand brushing coldly against the skin of your shoulder. It wasn’t fear you were feeling. It was disgust. And he knew it well. “Nam Soohyun is the first daughter of this stupid nation. Are you fucking kidding me?”, he added breaking into a little chuckle, before it dropped, replaced by the murderous glare.“A well mannered first daughter who was a whore enough to suck my cock, and not even ashamed of it”, he reminded you of the scandalous past. You knew you had changed.You changed, you were proud of yourself. Everything started to get better, with the exception about your bitchy mother. But your relationship with your father was so much better. You had an amazing boyfriend. You would always protect what you had reached so far by changing to be a better person. Lee Sungyeol couldn’t ruin it anymore. “Who was stupid enough to get involved with that fucker, who destroyed my career that I have been building for all my entire life”, you were startled at the mention of his destroyed career. It was never good when the actor brought up his precious career. It was his life, whom you and Sunggyu had destroyed.“I don’t regret a single thing---“, his jerk was so strong, you almost winched in pain, as he pinned your shoulders hard, that you were sure, his hands would leave mark on your skin. He was breathing hard. Good. Atleast you still could get on his nerve. “What happened to you now, baby—“, he muttered harshly, with eyes as cruel as ever, invading your space, by bringing himself closer. You didn’t look away from his eyes. It was a battle of power. You wouldn’t lose.“I’m not your fuckin baby—“, You spat in disgust, which of course, wasn’t a good idea at all, when you felt his lips on yours on the next seconds. You couldn’t breath. It was sickening and cold. Pain stabbed every nerve of your body, when he moved his lips on yours harshly. “Oh Soohyun, you will always be—“, and with those words, you found your hand smacking him across his face so fuckin hard, you felt so satisfied. It was greater than any orgasm, the actor ever gave to you, it didn’t even compare to the ones the politician gave.“You were never this stupid, Nam Soohyun. You were the most interesting little bitch I have ever known”, was that supposed to be a fuckin compliment? Because you didn’t find it flattering, when he glared at you murderously, while holding his jaw that you just smacked. He had pulled away though, as angry as ever. “You must be a fuckin dumbass to think that they didn’t fuck at all”, he added, as your eyes widened in horror. Ugly. It was ugly, something in your heart was ugly. But Lee Sungyeol didn’t know the politician, as well as you did.“I’m not a fuckin dumbass to believe some picture that could be manipulated by the technology easily, Yeollie. You gotta give me some credit---“, you hissed in irritation, that he just wouldn’t stop talking about the stupid possibility. Because the politician was born to make rules. He never broken his rules, especially if it would cause a loss in his part. As much as you hated to admit, Sunggyu was a heartless businessman, who would do anything for his own benefit. Getting involved with his bitch secretary wouldn’t help his care---“You never thought about the possibility that he might want to have a little revenge on our sex tape, by fucking someone else to get back on you. I mean why couldn’t he fuck someone else too?”, with those words, the sadistic grin Sungyeol had, that his stupid fans would find charming, came back again. That time, your mind was blank. You couldn’t even move, when the asshole actor pecked you on the lips, before waving you a good bye, and left the car dramatically. No, right? It wasn’t happening right? Sunggyu might be an avengeful asshole, when it came to things that you did to cause shits for him. He might still be pissed about his little science project you destroyed. He might still be pissed that you hung out with Lee Howon a little too much. He might still be pissed about the scandalous sex tape. But he would never ever do that. The actor didn’t know the politician, as well as you did.      You were breathing so hard, running all the way into your house. Your mother always hated it. She always hated the noise you did, that dragged Woohyun along too, to be scolded by her eventually. She always hated you for running. But this wasn’t you running away from fear, or whatever the fuck you had been so paranoid about.It was still foreign for you, to watch so many robotic men in suit in your house, that actually just did their jobs to guard the new president. If you weren’t the scandalous first daughter, you would have been arrested, for looking suspicious as fuck in this house. But you didn’t care how messy your appearance was, or how crazy your eyes looked. It was your time. The obvious victorious feel in the house after your father won the election, was so clear, and it was a proof that the politician had done everything to make it happen, to protect everyone around Nam Sanghee. He would always do anything, just that everyone was safe. That man was always worried about anyone, other than himself. It was your time to protect him this time, to protect something precious to him. You wouldn’t let him to handle this alone. No, it was your time. Even if you still found your hands trembling madly, especially when you saw your mother looking at you, surprised, in the living room. “Soohyun, what’s exactly happening?”, you ignored her, ha, she must have hated it. But you knew that the news had spreaded like a wildfire, when you noticed the panic in your mother’s voice. The politician, for the first time, got into a scandal, which Nam Soohyun wasn’t in. You couldn’t let this to go any further. And that was what you were doing in front of your father’s office, panting so heavily, struggling with your heavy breath.   You must have looked so lunatic, once you opened the door right away without knocking. Your father was surprised of course, but also looked quite sad. There were people inside the office, mostly your father’s advisors, who were smart enough to leave the room immediately, when they noticed that you needed a father and daughter’s time for a moment, to talk about a particular stupid scandal. Yeah, you would call it a stupid scandal, especially when that old hag Yoori was involved.The look in your father’s eyes said it all, that he already read the article. Like who wouldn’t fuckin read the article in this nation? Kim Sunggyu was like the nation’s perfect son in law, the nation’s husband material, the nation’s sexy office god, just name the hell of it. Of course, the article would spread almost immediately. And you knew that it had rocked the whole nation. “You don’t believe the article, do you?”, it was those words, that came out of your mouth right away, when you looked into your father’s eyes, pratically the man who held Sunggyu’s most precious thing. You were trembling so badly, when your father broke into a desperate sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Father”, he looked away, your father looked away, when you asked that question with such an easy answer. Because, you didn’t even fuckin believe it. Like, the journalists said you were pregnant and left  to get an abortion. Kim Sunggyu fucking another woman was a silly article.“Father, please, you know better than anyone else, what kind of man Sunggyu is. He’s pratically your trophy son”, you sounded desperate. But you promised to be his bodyguard. You would protect him, even when your father’s eyes said it all.You father was really a logical person, like Kim Sunggyu. It was interesting, how much they were alike. Perhaps, you were adopted. Perhaps, Sunggyu really was the real son. That answered Sunggyu’s bad relationship with the former minister. God, you were blabbering nonsense. It drove you fuckin insane. “You know him the most that he would never do such a thing that would danger his reputation or everyone else around him”, the only man that you would give credit for knowing Sunggyu better than you did, was your father. But why were you so afraid right now? Why were your eyes burning again with tears. Maybe because he hadn’t looked into your eyes. It was a sign of distrust. “I believe him. So why can’t you?”, you admitted that it was rude of you to scream in front of him. But you couldn’t handle it. It was as if everything just exploded at the same time. Just once, you wanted a peaceful life with the politician, without any agenda, any scandal, any stupid mistake. Why was it so hard?“I’ve asked my men to investigate the scandal. We have to be careful, or it might trigger another scandal that will make everything even worse---“, he answered with the most diplomatic answer ever. You forgot that he was already the new president of this nation. Every move he made had to be careful. You understood. You wouldn’t blame your father for that. “What about the seat of the defense minister for him?”, and the silence took over, once that question came out of your mouth. It was your mission. You had to protect the seat. The scandal would not take the seat. You promised to him. And you would keep it. “Sung—“, with that little whisper your father did, your eyes automatically turned to look at the man behind you. You would always find him. Your eyes always searched for that one man. Just that man. Just Kim Sunggyu.It was your instinct, that told you to run to the man behind you, and wrapped your arms around his waist immediately. It was your instinct, that told you to protect the politician, even if he was the most intimidating man you had ever known. But you still hugged him so tight anyway, even if his body felt so cold against you. Yeah, even if he felt so stiff in your hug. Nothing changed. He was still that very sexy man, you loved. Nothing could ever change. “I’m going to sue the journalists”, you blurted out, struggling with your tears, as you leaned yourself more on his chest. But why did it feel cold? Perhaps, it was because you didn’t feel his arms wrapping around your body in return, just like what he usually did. Perhaps, it was because he didn’t place a deep kiss on the crown of your head, just like what he usually did. “I swear I’ll make those shitty ass journalists to rot in jail for writing such a stupid fake article about you with that old hag---“, you added breaking into a little chuckle. No, it wasn’t just your lame joke. You were deadly serious. You were going to destroy both of them, for hurting his precious reputation. But why did it feel so suffocating instead? Perhaps, because you felt his hands on your shoulders to pull you away from the hug.It was when you realized that something had changed. Something had changed, and you refused to acknowledge it, as you looked into the politician’s eyes. He was still hot as fuck, especially with the homeless crack addict look he was going, with his messy shirt tucking out of his pants, or with how much he looked like he hadn’t slept for a week. Alright, he looked tired as fuck, and there was nothing hot about it. It was saddening you. The politician never looked like this, when he met his role model. Something did change. “I love yo---“, you muttered breathlessly, touching his cheek, as his eyes showed so many things that you couldn’t read. The only thing you could feel was fear, because he looked so distanced, even when he was so close.“I need to talk to the president”, he spoke, almost perfectly calm, with that professionalism, that caused the coldness in the tip of your finger that touched his cheek. “There’s nothing you need to explain about things you didn’t do---“, you answered almost immediately, not wanting him to give excuse, or reasons. He didn’t need to. Because he was never wrong. That was what you held the most in this world, you would never admit that you were wrong, about things you didn’t even do to the public. “Soohyun”, the way he called your name, made you to shiver. The way his eyes looked at you, told you so many things that you refused to know.“Please, leave”, it was when your hand dropped lifelessly, once he spoke those words coldly, before he walked away from you, and walked to your father’s desk. You could only blink emptily, feeling the big hole inside your chest, the hole that you could never be able to close anymore. If he didn’t walk away from you, you wouldn’t have noticed that his cologne had changed as well. It wasn’t the chocolate cologne, intoxicating you anymore. It was a sickening feminine cologne. And that led you to walk out of the room.     Waiting used to be the thing you hated the most in this world. It was amazing how people could change in a matter of time. You used to not be able to wait for the freedom you never had, but you still chased after that anyway. You hated waiting. But what were you doing now? Even when he told you to leave coldly.But you were sitting on the bench in front of your father’s office nervously. Your legs couldn’t even stop shaking, as your eyes never looked away from the door. You had to know when that door was opened. Perhaps, they were talking about how to perform a damage control of an article so stupid, so fuckin ridiculous, so fuckin lame like that. Perhaps, Sunggyu had known how to handle all of this. He was genius as fuck. Or perhaps, he would sue Han Yoori, for using another man to pose as the handsome politician. That old hag never learned, didn’t she. Kim Sunggyu was one of a kind. There was no one else in this world, and you wouldn’t trade him for anything. That thought made you to smile a little, although it was a stupid way to convince yourself, that the hole inside your chest was nothing. No, it was everything, as you barely could breath properly now.Maybe you could breath normally again, after you destroyed Lee Sungyeol. Yeah, that was your next mission. You were going to destroy him, something that you should have done a long time ago. You had to get Sungyeol out of the picture as quick as possible. But you were going to forget about that leech for a moment, when the door of your father’s office opened. You should have been happy seeing that very sexy man, getting out of the office. You should have hugged him right away, to suffocate him for worrying you. But why didn’t you move? He was that very sexy man who adorably pouted, when he was jealous. He was the sex office god, with tongue that could do wonder. But why were you still here? And you realized about the fact that there was something ugly eating you, once his eyes looked into yours. Even with that homeless crack addict look he had, his eyes looked professional as ever. His gesture seemed so calm, it was so amazing, even with the fake article hurting his reputation. “When is the press conference?”, you exclaimed almost cheerfuly, so fake it hurt. He didn’t even look like he showed any emotion either, and it fuckin hurt. And what was with you keeping a distance? You used to always want to reach for him, even if he looked distanced. But the coldness in his eyes prevented you. You were so scared.“We need to clarify this. We should tell him that we got back together, so it was impossible for you to be in the picture with that ugly bitch”, you added, too eager for your own good. It was a pretense, a way of telling yourself that it was just a journalist bullshitting again.“Ah maybe we should make our own sex tape, just so that they believe---“, your chuckle sounded too forced, especially when you began to look something in his eyes, that could break you apart so fast. It was so ugly, you wanted to make that emotion in his eyes to disappear. It was the look you knew so well, so familiar, because you always had that look, whenever you caused a scandal. “There isn’t any press conf---“, you lost it, the moment he spoke so breathlessly. You wanted to hug him, just so that no one could touch him, just you. But you couldn’t even do that, with the look he gave you. And it pissed you off so much, you wanted to scream out loud. “Tell me it wasn’t you”, you blurted out emptily, as you found anything, any single thing that reminded you about that very sexy man, who spoiled you too much. But you couldn’t find it. The only thing you found was that similiarity you had when you caused a scandal. It was guilt.“Tell me you didn’t fuck her”, you hated those words. You wanted to wash your mouth with a soap. What a ridiculous thought, you were having. The politician wouldn’t ever be that stupid to even fuck a woman like Han Yoori. His standard of women was too fuckin high. There was no way, he went from Song Minhee to a peasant like Han Yoori. “Just tell me. And I will believe you”, your voice sounded so weak, and pleading. You noticed his eyes widening a little. It was when you realized that he was startled by tears falling down your eyes. As alw