The Bad Seed
His quiet voice instantly dominated the atmosphere.
It was hard to believe this cold, commanding presence was the same man who had held me with such passion and affection on that very night.
Chills ran down my spine.
The noisy gangsters fell silent as if their earlier ruckus had never happened.
Choi Haejun created this oppressive atmosphere in an instant.
This man was undeniably a ‘real’ gangster, someone deeply familiar with violence.
Since I despised violence, a shiver ran down my back.
Though I was very nervous, seeing the gangster who mocked me lying on the ground felt strangely satisfying.
I fixed my tense gaze on Choi Haejun.
His large, solid hand had sent that bulky man flying with one punch.
‘What does it matter if he’s well-dressed and handsome? A gangster is still a gangster.’
My judgement of him solidified further.
“Hey, kid. Are you a student? Anyway, we need to talk.”
Choi Haejun signaled the burly man with his eyes.