021

JEON

Whiskey burns its way down—the kind that warms without numbing.

"Why did you let her go there boss?" Wooshik asks .

The city lights blur outside the window.My eyes fixed there. The burn travel down my throat to my chest.

"Sometimes, you need to take few steps back for a better move, wooshik"

"But boss, what if she'll try to escape?"

I take another sip "She won't" I can feel Wooshik staring at me.

"Um..How can you be so sure, boss?" he presses.

I set the glass down and trace the smooth rim. She can meet her fiancé. She can cry, beg him to save her.. And when he walks away—disgusts himself from touching her... that’s when— "she’ll realize——There’s only one man who wants her now."

Wooshik frowns. "But Boss… what if she doesn’t come back?"

I rise slowly—swirl the glass—slow, deliberate.

Outside, rain begins to streak the city lights like tears on glass. I take a sip. The burn is sharp. Just how I like it.

"I pushed her there."

Wooshik gasps. "Boss—"

"She can run to him… she will beg for that weak man’s love one last time" I set the glass down. "Then she’ll learn exactly who owns her now."

I don’t care if she hates me.

I don’t care if she fights me.

She come apart today…

A pause.A breath.

"She won't run away"

Clouds darken outside—angry, loud like the sky about to rip open. I watch—swirling restlessly in hand.

"Boss, you need to stop drinking so much," Wooshik warns, voice edged.

I scoff and take a sip.

"When the hell you became a concerned mother?"

"Boss, you've been drinking nonstop since you got back."

"Shut up, Wooshik"

Rain pounds against the glass—like the pulse throbbing in my head.

I roll the glass in my hand, the ice cubes clinking..Clouds outside—so dark and alive—make my stomach churn to drink more.. "I'll stop when i have reason to."

"And what reason would stop you?" He argues.

I slam the glass down. "You want a damn answer?" I snap. He flinch-

"I'll stop drinking when the sky turns pink, and pigs fly in formation"

"Y-You're drunk , Boss" he stammers.

I scoff—the liquor coursing through my veins making the room spin slightly. "I'm not"

"But boss, I can smell the whiskey."

"Oh shut up"

Rain lashes on the window harshly—wind blows, wild and fierce.

The city's reflection warped, distorted. I watch the rain—pounding the glass like the alcohol pounding in my skull.

"Boss, please—" he starts again.

I glare at him. "Is she still there?" I ask.

He blinks for a moment, caught off guard. "Yes, boss. She's still at the cafe."

I gulp down the rest.

He clears his throat  "What are you going to do, boss?"

I pour more—the brown liquor fills up.   "Wait"

"Wait?" He asks "Until she leaves..?"

I take a slow sip "No" i place the glass down "Until she breaks."

I trace the glass rim.

Wooshik sighs.

He takes the glass from me. "You're acting like a child, boss."

"Give it back, Wooshik!"

He shakes his head. "No, you're done for tonight."

I scoff, reach for the bottle myself "You're getting damn bold lately."

He moves the bottle away. "And you're getting damn childish."

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

He doesn’t flinch— and walks out, with the bottle, the glasses, everything. The door clicks shut behind him.

I slump back on the chair—arms spread wide, chest heaving.

Silence.

Except for the storm outside. And the storm inside me.

She thinks she snuck out?

Idiot.

Every step you took today… every breath… every hope pinned on that weak man…

I let you go.

Because I wanted you to run to him.Wanted you to beg.Wanted you to believe—even for one second—that escape was possible.

Why?

Because when he turned his back on you, When he will called you my slut, that's when the final thread will snapped out those teary eyes—

That’s when it begins.

He’ll be erased—not with a bullet or fire—but with silence.With shame.With betrayal so deep, that you’ll never speak his name again without tasting blood in your mouth.

And then…

You’ll have no hands to hold but mine...

Beep

My phone beeps, a text flashes across the screen—

'We are coming back with her.'

I exhale slowly— light up a cigarette,  smoke curls up in air.

My little lawyer.

You're finally coming back with the shock, the anger, the despair…

You'll protest, I know.Push, kick, fight…

The rain lashes harder, lashing against the window like nails.

I lean back, take another drag.

You're mine now—with no home—no man to run to—noone left to turn to.

You have no choice but—come crawling back to me.

_________________

Her sobbing echoes through the hall—so raw, so vulnerable, it pierces through the silent rooms like a knife.

I walk towards the door— measured, carefully.

I reach ar the door—it's already slightly ajar.

I push it open.

The room is plunged in shadow, but I can see her.

Lying on the bed—crying.

Sobbing uncontrollably, shoulders trembling with sobs.

I stand in the door frame, watching her—the strong, fierce woman—reduced to tears.

Face buried into the pillow.

Perfect.

I close the door behind me—soft click.walk in the shadows.

The cigarette burns between my fingers, glowing faintly in the dim room.

I step forward—take slow footsteps at a time. The leather soles echo against the floor. I move to the bed.

The sobs hush slightly. A hiccup escapes her—Then—she lifts her head.

And slowly turns around—i freeze, our eyes meet in the dark.

Her hair tangled. Eyes red, swollen. Lips trembling.

My breath caught in throat.

Silence falls heavy.

No words.No escape.Just me… and her broken breaths.

I stand there—watching her silently... as she slowly sits up—her tear stained face coming into focus in the half-light.

The cigarette crushes between my fingers—i drop it to the floor, smoldering in silence.

Slowly she stands— Shaking. Defiant.

Tears still streaming, but her eyes lock onto mine like fire on steel.

I tilt my head. "Why are you crying?" I ask— knowing exactly why. But I want her to say it. Want her to break it open.

Her lip trembles—not from fear. From rage.

And God… she glares at me!

Ahh…there she is— my feisty queen.

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