Fourteen years ago.
The affair was secret.
Sejin was terrified.
If anyone found out he'd had sexual contact with a minor—even coerced—his career was over.
Not just over. Destroyed.
Prison. Scandal. His name ruined forever.
Jiwon didn't care about any of that.
She was living her dream at fifteen.
He was hers.
They'd sneak away between schedules.
Empty practice rooms. His car. Once, a hotel room she'd booked with a fake ID.
She'd kiss him. Touch him. Whisper promises.
"We'll be together forever. Just like you wrote."
Sejin would close his eyes.
Try not to think about how wrong this was.
How trapped he felt.
The video was always there. Hanging over him like a knife.
She'd pull him close. Breathe against his neck.
"You love me, right?"
"Yes," he'd say. Because what choice did he have?
"Say it again."
"I love you."
"Good."
Fwop.
The sound of clothes hitting the floor and flesh hitting flesh.
The feeling of her hands on him. Demanding. Possessive.
