EPISODE 88 – The Silent Storm
The entire VIP room is in chaos. Micha is still on Minjae's lap, furiously yanking his hair while shouting curse after curse. Minjae's security men begin rushing in from the hallway, but Minjae, stunned and strangely amused, raises a hand — stopping them.
"Don't touch her," Minjae growls, his voice dangerously low but calm. "She's mine to deal with."
Micha's fists are still flying when suddenly — Minjae grabs her wrists in one fluid, practiced motion. The room watches, breathless. Their faces are inches apart, eyes locked, fury against indifference.
"You done?" Minjae whispers.
"No," Micha hisses back, trying to yank herself free. "Not until I rip off your arrogant tongue!"
Dohee finally rushes in, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she reaches them. "Micha, stop! This isn't the place! You'll get hurt!"
The bouncers try to intervene, but Minjae gives them a single cold glare and they freeze mid-step.
Everyone watches this private war explode in front of them — the usually untouchable Minjae being physically attacked by a small, enraged girl, and he's not retaliating. He's... taking it.
One of Minjae's party friends laughs nervously. "Damn bro... she's your ex or what?"
Minjae lets go of Micha and slowly stands, brushing down his wrinkled shirt as if nothing happened. Micha, still fuming, glares up at him like she's ready for round two.
He finally speaks — calmly, but with underlying venom:
"You shouldn't have come here, kitten."
"You bastard!" Micha screamed again and shoved his head into the couch pillow, making one of the girls scream like she was watching a ghost attack.
Dohee snapped out of her daze. "Micha, stop! You'll get kicked out—"
Micha turned around like a tornado with legs and declared:
"Unnie! Just give me one minute! I'll break his bones first and then we can talk!"
Dohee's eyes widened. "What?!"
Micha jumped back, took off her slipper, and held it like a nunchaku. She rolled her neck, crouched like a budget Bruce Lee, and shouted, "Kiyaaaaah!"
The crowd flinched.
"hey chemical girl, stop embarrassing yourself," Minjae muttered, standing up with ease. "I know boxing. And you're wearing... is that a Pikachu sock?"
"Focus on your jaw, not my socks!" Micha yelled, charging at him with full power.
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Chaos Ensues:
Micha tried a flying kick… and tripped on the velvet carpet, crashing into a tray of drinks.
She got up like nothing happened, her hair dripping with cola. "That was a warm-up!"
Minjae dodged every wild swing with bored elegance, grabbing her wrist, but she twisted and landed a slap to his chest.
"Ow!" she yelled at her own hand. "Why are your abs so hard, you gorilla?!"
Dohee tried again. "Micha, stop this! We're not in a K-drama!"
"I'm the lead in this drama today!" Micha growled, throwing another punch — this one missed Minjae and hit a guy's wine glass.
The guy clutched the shattered glass like it was a national treasure. "She cracked my 8,000-won drink!"
"Pay him later, kitten," Minjae sighed, catching her next fist and expertly spinning behind her. He suddenly grabbed her waist.
Micha froze.
"Put me down, you lollipop-licking snake!" she screeched, flailing like a cat in a bathtub.
The crowd gasped.
"Did he just touch her waist?"
"Is she his secret girlfriend?"
"Why is no one recording this?!"
Just then, Minjae's manager appeared, his expression icy. "You can't record anything about this," he warned the onlookers. "If you do, you'll face punishment." With a swift motion, he and his team of bodyguards confiscated the phones of those who had been discussing recording the scene.
Dohee nearly screamed. "Can everyone STOP?! That's enough! We came here to talk, not to create a scene!"
But before Micha could break free, Minjae hoisted her up in a fireman's carry like she was weightless. Micha kicked her legs like a furious toddler. "Unnie! UNNIE! He's kidnapping me!"
"I'm not kidnapping you," Minjae muttered as he walked out with her still flailing. "I'm doing national service."
Dohee ran behind them, awkwardly apologizing to every rich socialite on the way. "So sorry… she's... just having a sugar crash…"
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Back in the Private Room
Minjae dropped Micha onto a plush chair like luggage. She bounced up again like a volleyball and nearly lunged at him again.
But Dohee grabbed her and whispered, "Please, just wait until after we talk."
Micha huffed. "I swear I'll twist his ear later." She started to pace back and forth in front of Minjae, her hands on her hips, a non-stop torrent of complaints pouring from her lips. "I can't believe you said those things! You think I'm a 'dummy kitten'? Do you think that's funny? I swear I'm going to—"
Minjae, bored and annoyed by her endless ranting, calmly walked to a table and picked up a roll of black electrical tape. He grabbed Micha in a flash, and before she could even react, he placed a piece of the tape over her mouth, silencing her instantly. He then grabbed her hands and bound them behind her back with another strip of tape, securing her to the chair.
Micha's eyes widened in shock, her muffled protests a low, angry hum behind the tape.
Minjae smirked, a cruel glint in his eyes. He sat on the couch across from her. "There. Now we can finally talk."
Dohee, completely stunned by the scene, could only stare.
Minjae looked at Dohee, a calm expression on his face. "Okay," he said, gesturing to the silent, captive Micha. "She's quiet now. Let's hear about your case."
Dohee, her mouth agape, finally managed to stammer, "I… I need your help for the case. A girl's justice depends on it."
Meanwhile, outside the private room, the gossip had already started flying.
"Who was she? How dare she pull Minjae's hair?" "She must be from a gang. Or maybe a secret agent?"