[Flashback – the day after Jaehyuk stayed in Mira's home]
Jaehyuk's POV
The first thing I did when I got home— aka, my unnecessarily large mansion that could probably fit three K-dramas worth of chaebol families— was strip off my shirt and face the mirror like I was in some tragic perfume commercial.
And there it was.
A bruise.
One on my abs— understandable, since I'm a hero who nearly sacrificed his six- pack saving Miss Kim. But the one on my neck? That thing was not a bruise. That thing was… a hickey's evil twin.
"What the hell…" I leaned closer, squinting like a detective on a crime scene. "No. No, no, no."
Yesterday was already a whole rollercoaster.
I almost lost my mind when I saw Miss Kim dangling on the rooftop like some second-rate Spider-Woman auditioning for Marvel. Why was she even up there?! Acrobatics? Free sky yoga? Attempted suicide by bad life choices?!
And then the door. The cursed, jammed door.
