Han Soyeon's POV
A slender neck, fragile enough to snap with a twist.
"Gah… Gack…"
"Who's that girl calling you 'nuna'? Are you that close? Since when have you been meeting her? Did you know her before? Behind my back? Answer me, Yuseong. Answer me now, because I'm losing my mind."
Only I should be your "nuna."
You said I was family.
No one else deserves that title.
"It's not… that kind of 'nuna'… Gack… Please, just let go…" Yuseong choked, his voice quivering under my grip.
"Not that kind? What's that supposed to mean? You told me I was family, and now you're tossing that word around with some other girl? Were you just playing with me?"
My rationality had burned away, leaving only a seething rage coursing through me.
"You never even called me family—" Yuseong began.
Crack!
The grass near his feet shredded under the weight of my unleashed killing intent.
"…What did you just say?"
I tilted my head, as if I'd misheard something unthinkable.
