Ye Jun
I was lying there face-down on my bed, the sheets all twisted under me, still tasting that last swig of soju at the back of my throat, and yeah, I was feeling pretty fucking smug about the fact that I'd locked the door behind me like it was some kind of victory. Door shut, Si-woo on the other side of it, me finally alone so I could just pass out and pretend none of the last twenty-four hours had happened. Normal life, here I come. No more stepbrother bullshit, no more cuffs, no more of his stupid careful hands pretending to care after he wrecked me. I even laughed a little into the pillow, this weak, drunk snort that made my ribs hurt, because for once I'd done the smart thing. Locked the door. Me winning. End of story.
Then the first cramp hit.
