A Pretty Decent Man

“No. That’s not it.” I shook my head as I spoke, but it was useless. A large palm flew toward my cheek once again. Because my hair was being gripped, I didn't collapse to the floor. However, a mixture of blood and saliva leaked from between my lips. “Ah… I’m sorry. I did something wrong. Really… I didn’t mean for this to happen… I must have gone crazy for a moment. Se-hyung, I’m truly sorry.” Only then did Tae-jun pull me into a forceful embrace, acting as if he didn't know what to do with himself. It was true that he had gone crazy for a moment. The only problem was that those "moments" happened very frequently. But I couldn't leave him. Having grown up in an orphanage, I had to leave t...