Impossible Romance - Chapter 8

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8.

The sound of fists striking flesh was so loud that merely hearing it made my skin crawl.
Without even landing many blows, the Drunk Man crawled like an insect and clung desperately to Kwon Seok-ha’s legs.
“I was wrong. Please forgive me. I was truly wrong.”
The man who had been endlessly brutal to the weak revealed himself to be endlessly servile before someone stronger than himself.
“You bastard, do you have any idea where you are?”
Kwon Seok-ha, his fury reaching a boiling point, had abandoned his fists in favor of kicks. Blood already stained his knuckles.
“S-sir, I-I was wrong. Ahhhhh!”
The sight of him pleading with blood and snot streaming down his face was just as pathetic as when he’d been tormenting me in his drunken state.
I picked up my phone to call the police, my finger hovering over 112 before I lowered it.
It seemed more important to look after Kwon Seok-ha. Given his history—how he’d transferred to my province after getting into fights with delinquents back in school—this was nothing new.
I’d heard he’d been involved in several more fistfights since then, unable to control his temper. Calling the police now would likely only make things worse.
Of course, he never got involved in such things without reason, but I doubted the media would report favorably on a chaebol heir throwing punches. Even if they didn’t report it immediately, it could become leverage against him later.
“May I have your phone?”
I stopped Kwon Seok-ha and took the phone, contacting the Secretary Director. After years of experience attending to company VIPs, calling the Secretary Director seemed like the best course of action.
Kwon Seok-ha handed over his phone without protest, and I briefly introduced myself before explaining the situation in detail. During the call, the man took several more blows and was now on his knees, begging Kwon Seok-ha for mercy.
The contrast was staggering—completely opposite to how he’d been threatening me moments ago. This man who bullied the weak and groveled before the strong couldn’t even open his mouth before Kwon Seok-ha’s fists.
The situation was gradually coming under control.
“Sir, do you have any idea whose place this is that you barge in like this?”
Kwon Seok-ha looked down at the kneeling Drunk Man and began to scold him.
“I-I’m sorry. I’ve committed an unforgivable sin, sir.”
Even though Kwon Seok-ha wasn’t hitting him anymore, merely questioning him, the man trembled and clasped his hands together.
“So you’re admitting you wronged this woman?”
“Yes, I admit it all.”
“Admit what exactly? You’re admitting that you broke into this woman’s home without permission with the intent to harass her, right? You need to be clear about it so we’re both on the same page. Understood?”
This time, Kwon Seok-ha spoke gently, almost coaxing the man. Whatever he’d done as a child had made him exceptionally skilled at handling bad people.
“Yes, yes. I had bad intentions and came to harass her. Sob, I was truly wrong.”
Terrified, the man nodded, his face covered in blood.
“You know this is all being recorded right now, don’t you?”
In contrast, Kwon Seok-ha, still immaculate, drove the final nail home with a sweet tone of voice to the weeping man.
“Yes, it is. I’m sorry.”
The man parroted back everything Kwon Seok-ha said, agreeing to everything unconditionally.
This man who had never experienced noise complaints from me yet always came at me violently couldn’t utter a single word of defiance before someone stronger than me. He was only eager to admit guilt.
I felt both relieved and exasperated watching him. Then, suddenly, I heard someone rushing up the staircase from below.
“Executive Director! Hah, hah….”
Hwang Gang-jik, the Secretary Director, bounded up the stairs calling for Kwon Seok-ha, breathing heavily.
Having received my call and rushed over as quickly as possible, he had already grasped the situation from my explanation and what was unfolding before him.
“You’re here?”
Kwon Seok-ha responded with a dismissive snort.
“Executive Director, what is all this?”
Hwang Gang-jik frowned at the sight of the Unknown Man kneeling in the narrow corridor. Bruises darkened the area around his eyes, and his shirt was soaked with blood.
“Don’t worry about this. The man’s already confessed to everything.”
Kwon Seok-ha’s face beamed with the satisfaction of a student who’d turned in a perfect exam.
“Confessed to what, exactly?”
“Attempting to break into this woman’s home without permission.”
Kwon Seok-ha winked and spoke with a cunning smirk, then sent the recorded conversation file to Hwang Gang-jik’s phone.
“Take this man to the Police and file a report.”
“Already done.”
Hwang Gang-jik was a man of considerable experience, having served as Kwon Seok-ha’s right hand for years. The moment Jun-hee explained the situation, he’d grasped what had transpired and had already notified the Police.
This wasn’t Kwon Seok-ha’s fault—the Unknown Man’s assault was crystal clear.
“If they offer me a citizen’s commendation or something, make sure I accept it gracefully.”
Kwon Seok-ha swept his hair back and spoke with arrogant confidence.
“I doubt that would happen. The Police have their hands full as it is.”
Hwang Gang-jik replied respectfully with a pointed jest.
“You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you, Secretary?”
“Not at all. My apologies.”
Kwon Seok-ha’s lips twisted dismissively, and Hwang Gang-jik quickly apologized, then looked down at the Unknown Man.
“Come with me, sir.”
“Yes! Thank you.”
The Unknown Man who’d been kneeling scrambled to his feet at Hwang Gang-jik’s words, expressing his gratitude. He seemed far more relieved to escape Kwon Seok-ha’s presence.
Seeing the man’s battered state, Hwang Gang-jik’s brow furrowed involuntarily. He led the Unknown Man down the staircase. Outside the building, a police car was approaching with its siren wailing.
The situation resolved itself swiftly, and the foyer fell silent.
“You have nothing to say to me?”
Kwon Seok-ha asked, tilting his chin up arrogantly.
“Thank you.”
Jun-hee bowed her head, expressing her gratitude.
I hadn’t wanted his help, yet here I was, indebted to him once again.
But seeing his face only made me feel guilty, and my heart grew heavy.
Kwon Seok-ha stood with his jacket removed, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
Droplets of blood spattered across his clearly expensive shirt, and a small wound marked his face. It appeared the Unknown Man’s fingernails had scratched him during the struggle to subdue him.
“If you’re grateful, are you planning to keep me standing here in the doorway?”
He asked, his face somehow appearing even more striking despite the wound.
“Oh, please come in.”
Jun-hee stepped aside and opened the entrance door. As Kwon Seok-ha turned to enter, his body brushed against hers in the cramped doorway.
Jun-hee flinched slightly and moved to the side, but Kwon Seok-ha shifted in the same direction. Their bodies pressed together briefly, burning with warmth, before separating in an instant.
“Oh.”
Jun-hee let out a small, flustered sound.
Kwon Seok-ha’s eyes widened, and he laughed as if amused by the absurdity of it all.
“Are you doing this on purpose?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Feels like you’re trying to seduce me.”
“I’m not.”
My cheeks flushed crimson. Kwon Seok-ha, who had been standing at the entrance, closed the door behind him with one hand and turned his body to trap me against the wall.
The foyer was so narrow that I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or accidental.
But when his firm lower body pressed against mine as we stood flush together, my eyes widened in shock.
“If you’re joking around—”
“You know this isn’t a joke.”
His languid voice enveloped me entirely. His broad shoulders and solid chest materialized before my eyes like another wall. With the wall at my back, I was trapped within his gaze.
Our breaths mingled without any barrier between us.
When his scent brushed against the tip of my nose, my spine stiffened and my heart began to race.
Kwon Seok-ha’s eyes looking down at me were anything but ordinary. Beneath the playful glint lay a sharp intensity that seemed ready to devour me whole.
“There’s a wound on your lip—”
I lifted my hand to point near his lips, desperate to change the subject because the intimacy of our faces so close together felt unbearable.
“My lip?”
His low voice pierced through my ear, and suddenly my hand was caught. His upper body descended toward me.
Before I could even think to pull away, he lowered his head. Being so tall, he completely enveloped me in his embrace.
Everything around me was Kwon Seok-ha—his firm chest, his scent filling my senses, his racing heartbeat. Just as I managed to think I should pull my hand free, my lips were already being drawn in.
His hot, full lips met the soft skin of mine. Before my startled heart could settle, my quickened breathing traveled across our lips and reached him.

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