Bloodline of Sin
"You absolute idiot."
He rubbed his face aggressively, trying to scrub away the exhaustion, but the fatigue went bone-deep.
He hated him. He told himself that every single day. It was his mantra. I hate Han Jun-woo. He hated his wide, doe-like eyes that looked at the world with such naive hope. He hated his trembling mouth that couldn't hide a single emotion. He hated his tanned skin, which reflected the sunlight like an Egyptian prince. He hated his curly hair that he had spent a good part of the ride back to his apartment twirling around his fingers. He hated the way Jun walked, the way he laughed, the way he existed.
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