Elaborate Unhappiness

Doyun steadied his breathing before opening his mouth. “…Do you, hate me now…?” Is that why you’re doing this? At Doyun’s quiet question, the hand resting on the keyboard stopped moving for a moment. Cha Wieon turned only his head to glance at him. “Wow—that was actually kind of funny.” At those words spoken with an expressionless face, Doyun pressed his lips firmly together. “…….” “…If that were possible, I wouldn’t be going through this shit.” Doyun lowered his gaze toward the faint furrow of the other's brow. Before the man who could easily shred him to pieces and then nonchalantly pretend to be kind, Doyun collapsed helplessly. “If you’re angry… can’t you just hit me until you...