My Bloody Valentine - 114

Chapter 114

They were lying facing each other. Their bare legs were tangled together, and Han was holding onto Taeshin’s arms, as if trapped in them.

Behind the thick blackout curtains, which were half open, soft silk curtains hung like clouds. The light from the sunset shimmered beyond the thin fabric.

It was as if they couldn’t take their eyes off each other, as if they were trying to make up for the lost time.

One night wasn’t enough to catch up on everything they had missed.

“Taeshin, do you remember Yeojin?”

“Who?”

“The girl who always tied her hair like this.”

“Oh. Lim Yeojin.”

“Yeah!”

It was still amazing that the Taeshin from childhood, who only Han knew, was now the Taeshin of the present, with those same memories. Han excitedly talked, and his words came faster.

“She was adopted shortly after you left, right?”

“She wanted to buy a phone.”

“Right! You remembered that too?”

Han kept talking about their childhood, almost as if trying to confirm that Taeshin had really regained his memories.

Taeshin often answered, and sometimes shook his head as if he didn’t remember. It seemed like he had forgotten a lot about the orphanage and the children there. But there was one thing he remembered perfectly: everything about Han.

The things Han liked, the places he often went to, even the name of the fairy tale book with worn-out corners that he used to read before bed.

As they lay on the bed talking, memories of their childhood came flooding back. It reminded Han of the time when they would laugh and talk under the blankets in the same bed, after lights out.

Of course, things were very different now. The little Taeshin, who used to laugh with him, was gone, replaced by the man who now looked at him fondly, no matter what he said.

Han quietly watched the face of the man who didn’t usually act affectionate. The Taeshin who used to laugh at his silly jokes when they were children was no longer the same. The adult Taeshin—Han had never seen him smile.

“Taeshin.”

“Yeah.”

“Smile.”

“……”

Taeshin looked at Han quietly, as if trying to understand the meaning behind the request. The silence stretched, and Han’s gaze seemed to puzzle him. Only then did Taeshin speak.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Huh?”

“…Do you want me to say sorry? Is that what you want?”

“What…?!”

Han blinked repeatedly, finally understanding Taeshin’s words. He understood now why Taeshin had stiffened his face when he asked him to smile.

Fragments of memories, sharp like broken glass, flashed in front of Han’s eyes and faded away.

“Smile.”

Taeshin had said something like that before.

“What?”

“Smile. I saw you smiling earlier. Smile for me too.”

“…No.”

It was a piece of the not-so-distant but now distant past.

“I’ll never smile in front of you.”

“Why don’t you show me that cheap smile of yours?”

It was a time when they both threw hurtful words at each other.

Taeshin let out a self-deprecating sigh, chewing on the bitter truth that rose up his throat like bile.

“Yeah. It’s completely understandable that you resent me.”

“Ah, no, it’s not that… I really wanted you to smile.”

“…What?”

Han lowered his eyebrows and forced a smile.

“When we were little, you always smiled at my words… I just… can’t imagine you smiling now. That’s all. I just wanted to see you smile…”

“……”

Taeshin, who had been lost in thought, slowly raised one side of his mouth, as if he had made a decision.

“There. Done.”

“…What’s that?”

“You smiled.”

“You must be kidding.”

Taeshin returned his stiff facial muscles to their usual state, as if he had done enough.

“This is my limit.”

“Ridiculous.”

Han placed both of his hands on Taeshin’s face. He touched the straight line of his forehead with his fingertips and traced it down his hairline, almost as if drawing it.

Taeshin didn’t get angry or push him away. It felt like Han was taming a wild animal who, even though untamable, quietly let him touch its nose.

Han’s fingertips, tracing the three-dimensional cheekbones and the sleek, chiseled jawline, moved towards Taeshin’s lips. He carefully tried to lift the corners of Taeshin’s mouth with both thumbs. However, it was difficult to call this a smile.

“Huh…? Why won’t it work?”

Han kneaded Taeshin’s face as if pressing dough. He lowered the intense eyes’ corners and raised the eyebrows. But the innocent, sweet smile from childhood would not appear.

During this time, Taeshin remained still, letting Han play with his face like clay. But it seemed his patience soon reached its limit.

“Not there. If you want to touch something, touch somewhere else.”

“Huh?”

Taeshin grabbed Han’s hand that was touching his face and pulled it downward. Then he pushed it inside his briefs’ waistband.

“Ugh!”

Han’s hand felt the rough pubic hair and soft p3nis. Taeshin wrapped his own hand around Han’s, making him grip his genitals.

His p3nis was so heavy and large that even before becoming erect, it could barely be held. The soft feeling filling Han’s palm was extremely explicit. Even in its non-erect state, it seemed much larger than when fully aroused.

Unlike their childhood baths at the orphanage, where the difference wasn’t so pronounced. Feeling somewhat discouraged, Han unconsciously started gently rubbing Taeshin’s p3nis in his hand.

With this casual action, the soft p3nis instantly hardened and began increasing in size, like rapidly inflating a balloon.

“Oh, oh?”

Han pulled his hand away as if he had grabbed a hot pot handle.

“Why?”

Taeshin asked with a shameless face. His slightly opened eyes gleamed and sparkled. Han, knowing exactly when Taeshin makes such eyes, quickly removed his hand from Taeshin’s underwear.

“S-Suddenly…!”

“Is this the first time? You always get like this when you see me. You know that.”

“…!”

Unable to find words, with just his lips moving, Han quickly rose from the bed, making the mattress shake.

Han entered the attached bathroom like he was escaping, supporting himself on the sink and looking at the mirror. His face in the reflection was completely red.

He suddenly realized something.

Taeshin, who once needed his care as a child, had truly grown into a man exuding a strong masculine scent, and Han was attracted to him.

Even after taking a shower longer than usual, he found it hard to go out where Taeshin was. Perhaps from staying long in the warm, humid bathroom, Han’s face was still flushed.

A light knock startled Han, making him curl up. Taeshin’s voice came from outside the door.

“Stop being embarrassed and get ready. We have somewhere to go.”

“I’m not embarrassed!”

He thought he heard a small laugh from outside. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, Han shouted towards the door.

“I’m not embarrassed at all!”

When he finally came out after an unnecessarily long shower, Taeshin was standing in front of their shared closet, contemplating.

Han’s section mostly contained hoodies and loose sweatshirts, with no suitable clothes for where they were going. One t-shirt caught Taeshin’s eye – the one he had violently stripped off before.

Taeshin’s eyes darkened for a moment.

“What’s up? Where are we going?”

Innocently asking without understanding, Han was handed different clothes, and they went out. Myeongsub, seemingly surprised by their unexpected outing, hurriedly followed.

“Sir? You have no appointments this afternoon. Where are you going…?”

“Department store.”

Han looked up at Taeshin with questioning eyes.

“Department store? Why?”

Taeshin pulled Han by the hand without answering.

He wanted to drive out everything from Han’s closet that might trigger past memories.

If possible, he wanted to surgically remove part of Han’s memories. If he could extract only the memories he wanted, he wouldn’t mind Han getting the same scars on his head. Not just good. It would be ecstatic.

“Taeshin…? Why are we here?”

They arrived at a men’s boutique in the department store.

“We’re going somewhere that requires some formality. Pick out something to wear.”

Han looked down at his hoodie and nodded in agreement.

Standing behind Taeshin, Han blankly looked at the hanging clothes before hesitantly picking up a white shirt. As if by habit, he searched for the price tag when a low voice dropped from above.

“Not that one.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It’s too provocative.”

“…!”

Han nearly jumped in surprise, quickly looking around left and right. Confirming no one was nearby, he took a deep breath and turned to Taeshin with a sharp gaze, also bringing his index finger to his lips.

“P-Please choose words carefully! Why is a normal shirt provocative!”

“Remember when you escaped wearing a long wig and this type of shirt? I could cum without even touching myself if I replayed that video.”

“Ack!”

Han covered Taeshin’s mouth with both hands.

“That mouth! Please!”

He could feel Taeshin chuckling. Teasing him was amusing. Slightly annoyed, Han quickly distanced himself and picked up a thin knit sweater.

“Not that either,” Taeshin, who had approached silently, said from behind.

“Why now!”

“It’s too thin. Your n1pples will show through.”

“…!”

Han again looked around in shock.

“You really!”

“Okay.”

Taeshin, surrendering with raised palms, began seriously selecting Han’s clothes.