"Hey, there handsome." I flashed a smile at him. "Looking for me?"
Sung-min looked at me, his cold gaze lingering over my face and my eyes were fixed on his.
If he thought he could intimidate me, he was wrong.
"No," he simply answered and then turned his head away. But I wouldn't be beaten so easily.
"Oh, come on. You can't say that." I said and walked towards his front, where his vision lay. "I don't think it's a coincidence that you and I just so happened to be in the same place at the same time. Did you sleep with peace of mind after throwing me back into that cell, huh? Because I sure didn't."
But Sung-min did not say anything. I saw his eyebrow twitch a bit, but that was all there was to it, and he rolled his eyes away from me, ignoring me.
I felt irked.
I was putting in a lot of effort and yet he still refused to acknowledge it.
"Did you hear from the police officers?" I asked, leaning my back against his back since he didn't want me to be in front of him. "My house suddenly caught on fire again while I was in the cell. Funny, right? Because no matter how powerful someone is, they wouldn't be able to pull off that stunt and I'm neither a guide nor an Esper. So, how did that happen?"
Sung-min took one step forward, forcing me, who was leaning on his back, to lose my balance but I quickly stood on my feet.
But suddenly, he grabbed my arm, looked me dead in the eye as if searching for some sort of answer, and then clicked his tongue.
"Come with me."
He was so harsh but it didn't bother me. As long as he was going to take me with him, mission accomplished.
We got to where he parked his car and then he flung me forward. My back hit his car but not hard. More like I leaned my back on his car and he pinned me in that position so I wouldn't escape.
But he didn't need to worry. I had no reason to escape his grasp, haha.
"Gently, now," I said, dusting my shoulders. "You wouldn't admit that you were there to see me, haha. I know you must be excited but--"
"How did you do it?" Sung-min suddenly asked, cutting my words short and I looked up at him.
"What? Do what?"
"How did you pull that stunt?" He asked and I went silent.
I stared into his eyes that were filled with rage. No, it was similar to rage. Desperation? I can't tell exactly what it was but the way he looked at me was very dangerous.
If I slipped a bit, he might just turn me into a Popsicle. That is... If he could.
I had enough heat energy to counter his ice. That much I knew. And it was further confirmed with what happened in my house.
The fire in me was greater than the cold in him.
"Phew, this is a bit hard," I said and looked up at him again. "I'm as clueless as you, haha. I did say I lit the fire to burn my house and did everything else deliberately but... I don't know how the house caught on fire again when your ice was still there. Do you believe it?"
He believed me when I said I burned the house myself; that's why he took me back to the police station, so Justice could be served. So, the least he could do now was believe this as well, no matter how absurd it sounded.
Still...
"I don't believe it."
I knew the kind of hard tack of a man he was. I lived with him long enough to know that much.
"Then what do you want from me? I have no way to explain what had happened." I said. "I don't know anything, so if you think of cooking up another scheme, then why don't you just watch me?"
Sung-min watched me. His eyes furrowing as he found it hard to read me.
I was very much like an open book but even so, he couldn't read a single word out of the book in front of him.
I was probably the first to give him such troubles. He couldn't tell what my intentions were, what I was planning, or what I was after. All he could do was ask, but even when he did, he didn't get a satisfactory answer.
It was all vague bubbles.
It was as if I were deliberately evading all the points he should see.
But whether he believes it or not, everything I say to him is the truth. At least to him, I wouldn't lie.
I watched Sung-min's hand tighten on the surface of his car and then turned my gaze back to his face.
His breath was steady, but his eyes betrayed him. He couldn't stay calm or focused when thinking about what I might be thinking.
Ah, it was the kind of reaction I hoped to get from him.
If I seemed a little more different than the rest of the people around him then he'd always think of me.
He'd always flock around me as well, curious about what I was up to or what I was cooking up.
And then, he decided to sound me out once more.
"You're lying," he said and I smiled faintly.
"Am I, now?" I pushed my face forward a bit, so close to his that my nose was almost brushing against his, but I diverted my face and whispered in his ear. "Then why don't you prove it? If you have proof then I'll shut up and accept that I've been lying to you this whole time, Sung-min."
"I told you," he pushed me back, harder than them. "We're not that close so stop being casual towards me and have some formality."
"I don't want to, haha." I was getting on his nerves and it was working out great.
His jaw clenched, and for a second, I thought he would slam me into the car again. But instead, he pulled back, as if touching me burned him. Perhaps it did or perhaps I was just fast-forwarding and giving myself too much credit, haha.
"You don't understand what you're playing with," he muttered, his voice low and deep. Ah, I love that sexy feeling that came with his deep growls of displeasure and disapproval but I did like that other growl better, haha.
Wait, let's focus here.
"If fire comes out of nowhere and burns ice then it's not normal." His gaze bored into mine. "Since you don't have a shred of meta DNA, it's not supposed to have anything to do with you but I keep having a hunch that you're involved." Wow. "And... My hunch is never wrong."
My man still has that spot on gut feeling. I feel so proud.