I wasn’t scared. Kim Hyun-Sung was frowning, but he wasn’t trying to harm me nor did he look threatening.

Actually, he looked kind of sad, so I couldn’t look straight at his face.

In addition, I wasn’t exactly happy about this situation where I was pushed against a wall.

Eventually, the glaring Kim Hyun-Sung lowered his head. His trembling shoulders told me what he was feeling. He neither denied nor agreed, but I could feel that he didn’t want to accept it.

I frowned slightly as if I was in pain, and he stepped back, seemingly surprised.

Kim Hyun-Sung looked like he had no idea what to say.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kim Hyun-Sung said.

“Bullshit…” I commented.

“Let’s stop for today…” he suggested.

“Stop what, man? I want you to look straight into my eyes. Are you really going to end everything here?” I asked.

“I don’t think you’re fully conscious,” he said before turning around quietly and gathering his belongings.

“You’re the one who’s out of your mind, not me.” I pointed out.

I started getting angry because I somewhat understood his feelings.

“You look exhausted,” he remarked.

“Don’t change the subject,” I told him.

“...”

“...”

“Why are you saying this?” he asked.

“You know that better than I do, Kim Hyun-Sung,” I answered.

“I’m tired, so...