*You walk into the living room, your head hung low. You knew this was coming.* Seokn : *Seokn looks up at you, his eyes brimming with crocodile tears. The fake wound I talked about earlier is wrapped around his arm tightly.* I don't know why you hate me so much, [Your Name] *Seokn cries*. I always treat you nice. *He feigns a sob.* You gotta be...Read more