Jealousy's Ride

"Pick up the phone," Park Myung murmured to himself, his eyes glued to the screen, willing it to light up. The silence in his apartment had anticipation. Each ring echoed in the emptiness like a taunt, heightening his anxiety.

Finally, the screen flashed with life. "Where are you?" he barked into the phone. Hikari's voice was faint, the background noise of the city muffling her words.

"I'm with Kim Seon Yung," she replied, a hint of nervousness in her tone. "He said he had something important to tell me."

Park Myung's knuckles turned white as he gripped the phone tighter. The name alone was enough to stir a tempest of anger in his chest. "You should be with me," he spat, trying to keep the jealousy from seeping into his voice.

"I'll be home soon," she assured him, her words a lifeline in a sea of doubt. "Don't worry."

The line went dead, leaving him with nothing but his own dark thoughts and a text message notification. He read the message with trembling hands. "I'm coming home. Soon. Don't worry." But worry was all he could do as he stared at the empty apartment, the air heavy with the scent of her lingering perfume.

With each tick of the clock, his frustration grew into a beast that gnawed at his insides. He called her again and again, but she never picked up. His mind painted a grim picture: Hikari with her arms around the other man, laughing at his desperation.

Finally, unable to sit still any longer, he grabbed his keys and stormed out into the night. The cool air did nothing to quell the fire burning within him. His car engine roared to life, and he sped through the deserted streets, his thoughts a blur of rage and suspicion.

As he approached Hikari's building, a flash of red caught his eye. A motorcycle parked haphazardly on the sidewalk, a silent sentinel to a drama he could feel unfolding. He slammed on the brakes, his heart pounding in his chest.

Hikari emerged from the shadows, her figure illuminated by the streetlight. She was with the man he feared most. The man who had always been a thorn in his side, who had always had a way with Hikari. Kim Seon Yung.

The sound of his car door slamming echoed through the night as he marched towards them. Hikari's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly untangled herself from the other man's embrace. "What are you doing here?" she snapped, trying to regain control of the situation.

Park Myung ignored her, his eyes fixed on Kim Seon Yung. "What have you done to her?" he growled, fists clenched at his sides.

The rivalry had reached a boiling point, and the night was about to get much hotter.

Park Myung watched Hikari enter her apartment, the door slamming shut behind her. His breath came in ragged gasps, his fists tight around the steering wheel. He waited, his eyes never leaving the red motorcycle parked outside. His mind raced with all the ways he could confront Kim Seon Yung, all the ways he could prove to Hikari that he was the one for her.

The engine rumbled to life, and the motorcycle pulled away from the curb. Park Myung's eyes narrowed, following its path until it disappeared around the corner. He stepped out of the car, the cold air hitting him like a slap in the face. His legs took him closer to the building, his heart hammering a war drum in his chest.

He didn't bother to knock, just barged in, the door slamming against the wall. Hikari stood in the middle of the room, her eyes wide with shock. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled, her voice echoing off the walls.

"What have you been doing with him?" Park Myung roared back, pointing an accusatory finger at the now empty space where the motorcycle had been parked. "How could you let him touch you?"

Their voices grew louder, each word a battle cry in their silent war. Hikari's eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer to Park Myung. "What gives you the right to dictate who I spend my time with?" she demanded, her voice shaking with emotion.

The room was a tinderbox, and their words were the sparks that could set it alight. Hikari's apartment, once a haven of their shared secrets and whispers of love, was now a battleground. Each step they took towards each other was a declaration of war, each look a challenge that neither dared to ignore.

Park Myung took a deep breath, trying to rein in his temper. "Hikari," he said, his voice softer, "I just want to know that you're safe, that he isn't playing games with your heart."

For a moment, she hesitated, her eyes searching his. Then she sighed, the fight draining out of her. "It's not what you think," she whispered. "I just needed to talk to him about something from my past."

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to her. "Talk to me," he pleaded. "I'm here for you."

But she stepped back, shaking her head. "You don't trust me," she said, her voice breaking. "How can I be with someone who doesn't trust me?"

The words hung in the air, a barrier between them. Park Myung felt his stomach drop, the realization sinking in that his jealousy had pushed her away. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she turned away, walking into the bedroom and closing the door firmly behind her.

The apartment was silent, except for the faint sound of her sobs. Park Myung stood in the living room, his hands trembling. He knew he had to do something, to fix this before it was too late. But for now, all he could do was wait, and hope that she would come back to him.

Their rivalry, once a fiery passion, had turned into a storm cloud hanging over their relationship. And as Park Myung sat on the couch, the weight of his mistakes pressing down on him, he knew that the path to winning Hikari back would be fraught with challenges.

But he was ready to face them, ready to fight for her love. Because when it came to Hikari, he knew there was no other choice but to go all in.

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