{Believe me }
she shut the door behind her.
Tyla stood still for a few seconds... trying to process everything.
Her heart was racing.
Her face was burning.
She lifted her hand, touching her flushed cheeks, feeling the heat under her fingertips.
"Pervert... idiot... jerk..." she muttered under her breath as she walked quickly.
Just two steps-
And she was already standing in front of the house next door.
She stopped.
Took a deep breath... trying to calm herself.
"What was that...?" she whispered.
Without thinking further, she opened the door quickly and went inside.
In ian 's house...
He was already asleep.
Completely unaware of the chaos he had caused.
Tyla looked into the mirror... and suddenly froze.
Her eyes caught a red mark on her neck-soft, warm in color, yet impossible to ignore. She slowly lifted her hand and touched it, wincing slightly at the pain... but oddly, there was a hint of admiration in her gaze as she kept looking at it.
Tyla changed her clothes and lay down...
But sleep wouldn't come.
Every time she closed her eyes-
His voice echoed in her mind.
If you don't leave... (Under me)."
Her eyes snapped open again.
"...Idiot."
The next morning...
Ian was lying on the couch, face down in a messy position.
Suddenly-
The door opened.
"Ian? What are you doing here? Why are you sleeping like this?"
Doo Hwan's voice filled the room.
Ian groaned and pushed himself up, sitting slowly.
A sharp headache hit him instantly.
"Ah... damn..."
He held his head tightly.
Doo Hwan continued casually, "I didn't come home last night. I slept at my friend's place."
Then he walked off toward his room.
Ian barely reacted.
He opened his eyes slowly...
"...How did I even get home...?"
Silence.
Then suddenly-
Everything came back.
The drinking.
Laughing to himself.
Falling asleep at the club.
The taxi.
When he slept on the floor.
Her helping him.
And then-
His words.
"Get out." "Before I lose control...""(Under me)."
He froze.
"...What did I do?"
He ran his hand harshly over his face.
"I kicked her out... like that?"
And I said that... "under me"...?
His jaw tightened.
"Idiot..."
He stood up, walking around the house restlessly.
His head was spinning, his body still heavy.
He ran his hand through his hair again.
"How could I say that...?"
He stopped.
"...I scared her."
At Tyla's house...
She hadn't slept.
Not even for a minute.
The door opened.
"Tyla, breakfast is ready. Come eat with Mrs. Park," her mother said.
She stopped when she saw her.
"Tyla... you didn't sleep, did you?"
Tyla sighed. "No... I didn't."
Her hands clenched slightly.
"I'm... upset."
Her mother sat beside her gently.
"What happened? Did you and Ian argue?"
Tyla hesitated... then told her everything.
"He drank a lot last night... he even fell asleep at the club," she said. "I tried to call you, but I forgot my phone... so we took a taxi."
She looked down.
"When we got to his house... he fell on the floor, so I helped him to the couch..."
She stopped.
Her cheeks turned red again.
"And then... he told me to leave."
A pause.
"He said... 'Leave before I lose control... or you'll end up under me.'"
Her mother looked slightly surprised.
Then she sighed softly.
"Tyla... he was drunk. Don't be too upset with him."
She paused, then added calmly,
"And what he said... sometimes a good man is the one who tries to control himself."
Tyla stayed silent.
She didn't respond.
Tyla gave a small, shy smile... without answering.
Back at Ian 's house...
He kept calling her.
Again.
And again.
No answer.
He lowered his phone slowly.
"...Idiot."
"I really scared her..."
Night fell.
Ian quickly changed his clothes and headed out.
He walked straight toward her house.
Just as he was about to ring the bell-
The door suddenly opened.
Tyla stepped out.
They both froze for a second.
Before he could say anything-
She walked past him.
Ignoring him completely.
"Wait-Tyla!" he called, turning quickly. "Where are you going? Listen to me!"
She kept walking.
Faster.
Without answering.
He followed her.
Hands in his pockets.
Eyes fixed on her.
She glanced back more than once... then walked even faster.
Trying to get away.
She almost started running-
But he kept following her, his steps slow... yet steady enough to keep up.
Suddenly-
They reached a large park.
The path ahead was blocked.
At the same time-
Rain started falling.
Soft at first...
Then heavier.
Tyla stopped, letting out a frustrated breath.
"...Great."
She turned around.
Now they were face to face.
Finally.
"What do you want, Ian ?" she said.
He looked at her seriously.
"You know I was drunk... I didn't mean to kick you out. And I didn't mean what I said."
She shook her head slightly.
"I know..." she said. "But I'm still upset.
Suddenly-
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.
"Why are you running from me?" he said his voice low .I was worried about you..."
"You're mine... and I'm yours..
I didn't mean anything-I was drunk, you know that.
She looked straight into his eyes.
"I know you were drunk..." she said softly. "But what you said... it made me nervous." "...and a little scared."
The rain kept falling... heavier now.
Droplets slid down her
hair... across her
cheeks... mixing with the warmth of her skin.
They stood so close.
Too close.
His hand was still holding her wrist... but softer now.
Not stopping her.
Just... not letting her go.
"Tyla..." he said quietly.
Her name sounded
different this time.
Lower.
Real.
Her heartbeat
quickened.
I didn't mean to scare you
I'm sorry..." he added, his voice almost lost in the rain.
She looked at him.
Really looked at him.
His wet hair... his tired eyes... the guilt .
"...I know," she
whispered.
But she didn't move away.
And neither did he.
For a moment- Everything went silent.
Except the rain.
His eyes dropped to her lips.
Then back to her eyes.
As if asking.
As if waiting.
Her breath hitched slightly.
She didn't step back.
That was enough.
Slowly...
He moved closer. One step.
Then another.
His hand lifted... hesitating for a second
before gently touching her cheek.
Warm...
Despite the rain.
Her eyes fluttered.
Her fingers tightened
slightly around his
shirt...
The rain falling harder around them-
But neither of them
moved.
He just looked at her.
Deeply.
Then He kissed her.
Under the rain.
His hand slipped into her hair, pulling her closer.
She wanted to stay upset... But her heart... wasn't listening.
Her hands wrapped around his neck.
A deep kiss.
He captured her lips.
Heavy.
Breathless.
As the rain poured over them.