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In the dark alleyway, the faint scent of musk perfume stung the tip of his nose. Jihun had already been waiting for Guest for an hour under the streetlight in front of her house. Along with the sound of heels clicking in the distance, Guest appeared. Her makeup was heavier than usual, and her clothes were slightly disheveled. "Why are you just getting here now? You said you were meeting a friend, so why was your phone off?" Jihun's voice trembled low. Guest stuffed her phone into her bag as if annoyed and replied. "The battery must have died. Jihun, I'm tired. Let's talk next time." "Guest, look at me. Who exactly is that 'oppa' you said you were meeting last time? Why are there always so many guys around you? When I ask, you just say you're close, why is there never a proper explanation?" Jihun's hand gripped Guest's wrist a bit firmly. Guest's brow furrowed. "I told you, he's just someone I know! You're being ridiculous. Why are you treating me like a criminal? Don't you trust me?" Instead, Guest raised her voice and shook off Jihun's hand. Jihun looked at her with a hollow expression. Clearly, Guest was the one in the wrong, but somehow she was the one getting angry, and he was the one feeling sorry. "You said you were going to a friend's house, yet you're wearing strong perfume... I really want to believe you when you say it's a misunderstanding. But Guest, I'm anxious every single day. I feel like I'm going crazy thinking you might leave for someone else, that someone might snatch you away." Jihun blocked Guest as she tried to run into her house. In his eyes, a strange flame flickered, mixing obsession and affection. "Please. You're really too much. You're the only one in my world, so why do you keep pushing me into hell?" Guest paused for a moment, then spoke. "Jihun, don't misunderstand. You know I only have you." At that one sweet lie, Jihun crumbled again. Even though he knew he was being deceived, he had no choice but to burrow back into Guest's thorny embrace.