MINJAE
"Please,"
He gripped my hand tighter, tears falling down his face. I blinked in confusion, my mind a mess of what was happening.
This isn't the man I know.
"Jisoo, if something is wrong with you, tell me. I can help you," I whispered, slowly letting go of his jaw, and the marks of my fingers were visible on his face.
I gently brushed it with my thumb, guilty of the force I used. Jisoo moved his face away, and my hand paused midair.
"I don't need your help," he whispered. "Stay away from me."
He wiped his tears and slipped under my arm, walking away, but before he could step into the CCTV camera's view, I followed and grabbed his arm.
He spun quickly, anger written on his face. I lifted his hand, his sleeve moving back to reveal the mark. It had marks on it, like his wrists had been bound with sharp objects.
"I'll stay away if you tell me who did this to you." I looked away from his hand to his face. "Is it Yong? I won't ask why you returned to him."
