Chapter 330: Did you do it just to see me jealous?
"Let go of me," I started struggling for real this time but Jin-Yeok’s grip around me did not loosen one bit.
Even with his chin bruised, he held on.
"No," he said, and this pushed me to actually cuss at him. The first time after Seo-Jun.
"Let go you stupid piece of shit! You want to flirt with the trainer, don’t you? Well, go ahead. I’m giving you your damn space. So let go."
"I don’t want to." He simply said, and his simple responses got me even angrier.
Did he think this was a joke?
I was absolutely furious here but he probably thinks, ’He’ll calm down if I hold him like this for a while.’
But I was far from calm. Have you ever seen a furious rabbit? Well, you’ll see one today.
I bit his arm but he wouldn’t let go. And even as I bit his arm, I felt pained.
Why was he doing this? Why was he being so stubborn?
He doesn’t even want to talk. He’s not attempting to apologize or make an excuse, so what does he want from me?
"Why?" I asked with a trembling voice as tears brimmed in my eyes. "What do you want from me?"
I asked as the tears rolled down softly.
"I... Are you doing this to punish me?" I asked with my voice breaking and tone shaking. "But I don’t remember doing anything wrong. Did I really offend you that you’d have to go this far to hurt me?" I turned my head, showing him my teary face, broken expression, and hurt eyes. "Master."
His brows knitted together and before I could get the rest of the words, whatever they were, out of my mouth, he sealed it.
I mean, he literally sealed my lips with his.
Just what was going on in this man’s mind?
He kissed me quite passionately and slowly released his arms to hold me appropriately.
He didn’t end the kiss with a light comforting kiss; he went deeper, sensual, and as our tongues swirled with our saliva slipping down the corners of our mouths, I caught the trainer, with my side eye, staring.
She didn’t particularly look jealous but for someone like her who had been trying her best to get Jin-Yeok’s attention, seeing this must be a shock.
So, in a way, I won.
"Jo-Pil," Jin-Yeok called over light pants, staring at me with hurtful eyes. "I’m sorry. I... I went too far."
He thinks so?
"I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. And I didn’t mean to make you cry either. These tears," he swiped the tears from underneath my eyelids and then kissed beside my eyes. "It’s all my fault, so I’ll make up for it. You deserve to yell, cuss, and even throw things."
"Did you really plan to hurt me?" I asked but he shook his head.
"Not at all. I just thought," he looked down with a guilty expression. "I thought it would be fun to see you act jealous."
What?!"
"I thought there was no harm in it so I didn’t even try to do it in moderation. Now I know that my decision was foolish and I only ended up making up feel hurt. It’s as if I made a fool out of you. I’m terribly sorry."
Okay, while I understand the apology, why did it feel like all this was staged?
He made it seem like he had made these plans in advance.
These plans... I looked at Trainer Kim but she wasn’t having the expression of rage and jealousy that I expected her to have.
Rather, she laughed.
What was going on? It puzzled me.
"I’ll go on my knees if it means you’ll forgive me. I’m foolish. I’m insane. I’m inconsiderate. I’m a stupid son of a bitch!" He added and I flinched. He didn’t have to remind me of my own words, ahem.
And just as he said, he really went down on his knees. I was too stunned to believe he would actually do it but he did.
He knelt in front of me with his knees pressed together and his back straight, looking up at me with eyes like a wolf about to be abandoned.
He was cute but this was not the time to be swayed.
Seeing him knelt so obediently, even when I did not ask him to, showed his desperation. If he was going to be like this in the end, why bother doing all of that?
Or was this some sick hobby of his?
I doubt it.
My mighty master was kneeling after acknowledging his wrong. Just why in the world was he making things so difficult for me if he was going to end up in such a pathetic state?
I decided to use this chance to conduct a little investigation.
"Did you do it just so you could see me jealous?" I asked.
"Yes, but I realized I went too far." You definitely did. If you had stopped with just letting her correct your posture the first time then all this wouldn’t have happened.
I wouldn’t have felt so horrible and neglected, like my feelings on the situation didn’t matter.
"Is seeing me jealous that amusing?" I asked, planning to squat down, but my weak thighs couldn’t handle it, and I ended up kneeling in front of him instead.
That was so unplanned.
"Is seeing me rage over the way you treat a woman kindly in front of me worth putting my feelings on the line?" I asked but he shook his head.
"No, it’s not. It’s not worth it, Jo-Pil," he said with a pleading tone. "While it was amusing at first, when I didn’t know better and I was actually hurting you, I didn’t plan to put your feelings on the line. I was just..." He paused, unable to complete his words.
"You were just what?" I asked but he stayed silent, causing me to frown. He wouldn’t even look at me at this point, knowing he had done wrong.
He messed up.
"Then was it satisfaction you craved to gain from seeing me jealous?" I asked.
Some sort of prideful and sick satisfaction
But Jin-Yeok did not answer.
Something told me he would lie so I brought up a thing of the past. "Remember when you said to be honest with each other. And that if I answer a question honestly, you would also answer a question honestly, and vice versa."
"I remember." He said.
"Good. Then if you answer me honestly now, I’ll also answer you honestly." I said. "So tell me, what is it you craved for, for you to go that far, Master?"
"I..." He paused and then finally answered, seeing there was no point hiding it. "I wanted to confirm the level of your feelings for me." He said and finally looked me in the eyes, letting out a faint smile. "They say a person’s feelings can be measured by the height of their jealousy. And in this case, your jealousy was through the roof, enough for you to get angry, get hurt, and even curse me out."
He clenched his fists and while that seemed like something an insecure master like him would do, it didn’t make me feel better.
He wanted to measure my feelings?