"Why won't you trust me?"

Trust wasn't something that came easily to me unlike others. It wasn't an instinct, it was a privilege. 

"I-I do." The lie seeped out like venom. 

And the only way to receive that trust is to give trust in return.

"If you do, why are you always testing me?"

All the crimes committed, all the hearts broken, all the sins fulfilled is because the idea of 'trust' exists.

"Testing? What are you talking about, Taehyung?"

But to trust someone is like giving an invitation for them break your trust. It is inevitable.

"You know exactly what I mean."

And something I learned about people: if they do it once, they'll do it again.

His fingers lingered on the phone dial.

"He can't hurt you anymore, I'm here." 

 A ringback tone  sliced the tension within the room as sharp as the beer bottle that slashed my face.

"Busan Police station, how may I help you?"