"They say a person's feelings can be measured by the height of their jealousy. And in this case, your jealousy was through the roof, enough for you to get angry, get hurt, and even curse me out."
Jin-Yeok concluded and clenched his fists, and while that seemed like something an insecure master like him would do, it didn't make me feel better.
He wanted to measure my feelings?
And this seemed to be the best way? Getting me jealous?
Did that mastermind brain of his, that he used to run his Mafia organization, not think of a safer and better way? Seriously?
Just thinking of it made me furious.
He could've just asked, you know.
Maybe I wouldn't have been completely honest, but that was way better than making me feel like a shitty side piece in a shitty shit show.
(That's a lot of shit.)
And then, I began to stand up, his eyes following my movements as I rose, and then I asked something completely unexpected.
