“I can walk on my own. Let go of my arm.” Yeonsu struggled against Seunghyun’s tight grip. It was a futile gesture of rejection; there was no chance he would let go. Seunghyun scoffed. “So you can run off the first chance you get? Just walk.” “Run away? In a situation like this…? Just let go of my arm, ah…” Yeonsu froze in her attempt to wrench her arm from his grasp. The same energy as before began to spread from the man’s hand into her body. It was the sensation she had longed to feel again. Yeonsu welcomed it.