Whoooosh.

To Cha Si-hun, the whole world seemed to flip over.

Ku-wooong!

The crash of being slammed to the floor by some powerful force and a jolt of pain from head to toe hit him at the same time.

A single scene filled Cha Si-hun's dazed, blank eyes.

He couldn't move a single part of his body.

The woman whose hand he'd just been holding was brushing off her hands.

He couldn't begin to guess what had happened.

His mind was in chaos, and his body wouldn't listen.

"Tsk, tsk. See, I told you you'd better let go of that hand~"

The man standing beside the woman clicked his tongue.

"Ugh, gross! Who do you think you are, groping people!"

The woman shouted sharply.

"Oh my! Isn't that Cha Si-hun???"

"My God... I heard he picks up women at K, so it was true?"

"They say that bastard's total garbage."

The women enjoying their time at the club whispered.

His cap had come off as he was thrown backward by a force he couldn't resist.

"He's making all men look bad..."

"Serves him right. Strutting around because he's a celebrity. Heh heh heh."

The club regulars who knew Cha Si-hun sneered at him.

Wh-what the...

Cha Si-hun slowly came to his senses.

He moved his body.

"Kuhhh..."

Pain flared in every joint, as if a wild beast had kicked him around.

But he couldn't stay down here humiliating himself any longer.

He gritted his teeth and pulled himself up.

A ring of onlookers had gathered around Cha Si-hun.

"..." The music that had been blaring stopped.

"Y-you... What did you just... do to me..."

Gritting his teeth, Cha Si-hun glared at Kim Han-byeol.

"Groper removal."

A short, clear answer.

"Oh my~ She says he's a groper?"

"Cha Si-hun was hitting on her?"

"He came on to me not long ago, too. Serves him right!"

At the whispers reaching his ears, Cha Si-hun's blood ran cold.

If he slipped up and ended up as celebrity gossip, he was in deep trouble.

The head of his agency was a gangster.

He'd been…