Jaehyun's POV
The usual calm and grounding smell of my patchouli pheromones flares into a harsher smell as I grab hold of her neck.
"Hyunnie" Sehwa gasps dramatically and tries to take a step back, to get away from my grip.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I roar and shake her body; I only see red with the loss of control now directing my actions.
Her eyes are wide and innocent but the corner of her lips is curled up into a taunting smile.
"Jaehyun! How can you do this to your, Noona?" she asks with a fake sob as she holds on to the hands I have wrapped around her neck.
She makes me sick, I can't believe I ever loved her, how could I have been this blind?
"Cut the crap Sehwa, I know what you are?" I hiss and she has the audacity to morph her expression into that of hurt and betrayal, a master at pretending.
"Hyunnie" she calls softly, her soft brown eyes swimming with tears and her bottom lip trembling.
A master at lying.
