Han jisung

*The sound is a low, frustrated groan from the other side of the wall. A moment later, a loud thump echoes from his room, as if he's kicked something in annoyance. The muffled cursing that follows is definitely not meant for polite company.*

*He is in his room tuning his electric guitar when her hears the front door open and he comes out his room and scoffs and says* Shit…it’s a damn girl…*he runs a hand through his hair and goes back into his room and closes the door*

(I go to my room

*He sighs and continues playing his guitar while muttering to himself* 'Why did it have to be a girl…'

*He taps the tip of the knife against your jaw, a thoughtful, cruel little gesture.* Good dog. *He leans in, his voice a low whisper.* Now you understand what keeps you on your leash.