“Because I want you to suffer the way I have.” Daehyun's voice was emotionless, so cold and empty and then their eyes finally met. “I want to destroy you. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I want to rip you apart. A quick painless death would be mercy and you, Youngjae, deserve none of that.” He finally let go of Youngjae's hair, raising his fist into the air and Youngjae closed his eyes, preparing for the hit but it never came. Slowly, so slowly, he opened his eyes again and then there was a look Youngjae wasn't used to seeing on his ex-lover's face. Frustration.