Do you just hate people?

"It's fine, just hand me my jacket." He reached out his hand, and Doona slightly flinched. Chihun placed his hands at his sides and then reached them forward, and Doona immediately moved backwards again… What. In. The. Hell? He thought. "Are you scared of me?"

Doona's eyes quickly darted around till they accidentally locked with Chihun's. His kind dark-brown eyes bored into hers, and Doona felt herself break into a cold sweat. "N...n-n-n...no." she sporadically muttered.

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Sochun pulled his phone out of his pocket. He was going to pop a blood vessel, with how much he was fuming. How many years had it been since he had seen that mushroom topped woman? He thought to himself. "Was Ae Doodie, the thing that that old bastard needed help with?" He scoffed at himself. He dialled his father's cell phone and paced round the bus stop irritatedly. "And the gall of that Chihun asshole. It is bad enough that he is obsessed with Minji, but now he gets in my way and protects that trash." Sochun spat and yelled. His father was not picking his calls, so he decided it was about time that he had a family reunion with his old man. It had been almost two years, after all.

Sochun hailed a taxi and told the man his destination. "Take me to Paek Enterprise now!" The driver drove as quickly as he legally could when he noticed that it was Paek Sochun he was driving. Everyone in Busan knew the insane and unhinged son of Mr. Paek, so no one was crazy enough to mess with the man. Sochun stepped out of the taxi, slamming the door furiously and stomped towards the skyscraper. "Freaking big-ass piece of shit building." He muttered to himself, as he pushed everyone out his way.

Sochun entered the elevator and stabbed the PH button. "Damn hurry up, you piece of shit machine," he grumbled once more. The elevator dinged at the wrong floor, and the people just stared in horror when they saw the snare on his face, each employee turned to walk away. The elevator finally arrived at the right floor, and Sochun walked out of the box. His long legs strode fiercely to accost his father in his office.

"Sochun, you can't be here now. Mr. Paek is having an important call." His father's secretary got off her seat to stop him, but he beamed her a petrifying smile, which forced her to sit down. "I...I'll tell him you are c-coming." she shifted in her seat, terrified of him. They all were.

"Hello, father." Sochun practically kicked the door wide open. "I hope this is a bad time..." Sochun walked over to his father's desk and sat opposite him, then he placed his feet on the table.

"Do you have no shame?" His father slowly turned to glare at his son.

"None!" Sochun giddily smiled. "Now don't think that I came to see you because of all your bullshit calls and texts. I'm sure you know why I'm really here." His father placed the phone down and got up, then he walked towards his office bar to pour himself a drink. "Gin on the rocks." Sochun smiled coyly at Mr. Paek.

"Aren't you driving back?" His father turned to stare at Sochun, wiping his shoes on his desk. He could not even believe this was his son.

"No, I crashed my car already. DUI and all." Sochun got off the chair and took the glass from his father. "So… explain yourself, papa." Sochun took a sip while he stared inquisitively at his father.

"Explain what?" Mr. Paek picked up another glass and poured himself a drink. All the alcohol in the world could never prepare him for the whirlwind that was Paek Sochun.

"What is that woman's daughter doing in my school? Doing in my city?" Sochun slammed the glass cup against the table. His father had gotten weary of his son's antics, nothing Sochun did could make the man budge. At this point, he had seen it all.

"Your city? You mean the city you run around dirtying with my name." His father stroked his mustache in amusement and thought to himself... they really do not make twenty-two-year-olds like they used to. His son was crass, rude, angsty, violent; what and where exactly had he done/gone wrong?

"You mean our name..." Sochun sat opposite his father. "Our city… No?" He was trying to push his father's buttons. Unfortunately, nothing he did affected the man except for… "So I'm at school studying like a good little boy, and guess what catches my eyes..."

"Enough Sochun." His father took another sip.

"The mushroom haired offspring of my father's favourite whore." Sochun smiled wickedly at his father.

"I said enough. What did you come here to say?"

"If you think of getting back together with her mother, I won't go easy on Doona. I mean it." Sochun got up, finished his drink and dropped his glass cup on the floor. "I know you helped that cow get into my university now get her out of my school and my city."

"Is that all you came to say?" his father, not even batting an eyelash, proceeded to type on his laptop.

"Acts of good don't make you any less of a monster." Sochun's eyes frosted over as he sneered at his father, "I will rob you of all your joy as you robbed her of hers." Sochun walked closer to his father, leaning over to whisper with disdain very closely into his ears, "so hurry up and kill yourself." Sochun then kicked the chair over as he stomped out of his father's office. Mr. Paek let out a breath of relief and leaned back into his seat. He rubbed his temple and stared at the picture of the woman on his phone hugging a little boy with deep dimples.

"When did he change so much?"

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Chihun had volunteered to walk Doona home. She was agitated, and he felt a little to blame for her feeling bad. "So what is it? Are you scared of me?" He sighed as he walked inches away from Doona. Doona had her arms wrapped around herself. She wondered why he insisted on walking her home, she was rude to him and called him a thief to his face.

"Umm, not exactly." She whispered. Chihun wanted to move closer, so he could hear her response, but the look of disgust on her face said it was better to stay away.

"So, you hate men?" Chihun asked a bit louder and hoped she would take the cue and respond louder as well.

"Something like that," Doona spoke up. "But not hate persay..."

"Do you hate women too?" Chun asked.

"No" Doona shook her head in response. "I don't hate anyone." Doona stopped walking.

"Ok. Not hate. Distrust?" Chihun turned to stare at her. Doona shook her head in disagreement. "What then do you just hate people?" Chihun robbed the back of his head. Why did he even care? He thought to himself. I could be watching Minji on stage, this was a waste of time. This lady had issues that he was not sure a psych student in his second year could solve. But when he looked down at Doona's face she had plastered on an expression that was not one of disgust… but of irritation.

"I said I don't hate anyone." She shouted at him. Then her eyes widened again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." she bowed repeatedly. Was she tame or wild? Chihun couldn't figure her out. Doona began to walk, and Chihun followed quietly behind her, till a thought crept into his mind.

"Are you scared of men?" Right as he spoke those words, Doona froze. Chihun turned to see why Doona was not moving. She just stood still, her hands began to fidget, and she rubbed them fiercely. "I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong?" Chihun tried to walk up to her, but Doona yelled back shrilly.

"Stay back. I'm...I'm fine."