My Bloody Valentine - 118

Chapter 118

“Sweetheart, Jeong-a, did you get a call that Han arrived safely?”

“Grandmother, it takes at least 5 hours from here to Seoul. And they’ve only been on the road for 2 hours.”

“Is that so? Oh… It would have been nice if they stayed just one more day. I could have asked the village chief to bring over a plate of fish for us to eat…”

“They can always come again, right?”

“Jeong, you should tell them. If they don’t have anywhere to go for the holiday, they should come down here.”

“…Okay.”

Jeong nodded reluctantly, though she wasn’t pleased, and opened the door to clean the room where they had stayed. The blankets they had slept on were neatly folded in one corner of the room.

Recalling the conversation between the two from last night, Jeong felt her legs give way, and she slowly sank to the floor in the middle of the room.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness engulfed her.

They were in a fortress built with countless memories and years—something no outsider could ever understand. And Jeong could only watch from a distance.

Realizing this fact was incredibly painful. Suddenly, she remembered a time when Mun Ji-hye, Tacenda’s colleague, had read her tarot cards. The card she drew depicted someone falling from a tower.

‘This card signifies a painful farewell. It means an unwanted breakup due to a big incident or accident. In love readings, this is the worst card.’

“…Damn, she was right.”

Looking back, it seemed almost uncanny how accurate it had been. As she let out a hollow laugh and looked around the room, Jeong noticed an unfamiliar duffel bag. It was one of the bags that Jang Taeshin had been carrying.

Had he forgotten one of his bags?

Jeong crawled over on her knees and opened the zipper. Her eyes widened when she saw the bundle of fifty thousand-won bills stacked neatly inside. There were dozens of these bundles.

On top of the cash was a small note with handwriting.

【Finger Fee】

She paused for a moment, trying to interpret what this meant.

“Ah…”

It didn’t take her long to figure it out.

On the last day at Tacenda, a man with a knife had tried to cut off Han’s finger. In trying to save him, there had been an accident…

This money was Jang Taeshin’s way of thanking her for saving his lover’s finger and also offering consolation, asking her to move on.

“Ha… ridiculous…”

But despite the words, Jeong found herself choking up. She tilted her head back and stared at the air, fanning herself with her hand to hold back the tears. If she cried here, it felt like she would inevitably acknowledge that she had lost to Taeshin.

“…As if I wouldn’t take it.”

Jeong closed the zipper of the bag, trying to hold back the tears, and turned on the TV, hoping for a comedy show that could make her smile.

A music program was playing on the TV. Fans holding colorful light sticks were cheering under the bright lights.

‘Next up, performing with their single album Nevertheless, please welcome Highbeat to the stage!’

The camera cut from the MCs holding glittering microphones to the stage, and Jeong suddenly recognized a familiar face.

“Ha…”

It was No Jae-gu, the Tacenda player who once said love, sneezing, and erections couldn’t be hidden even during wartime. He was singing about eternal love on the screen.

‘Nevertheless, I love you despite everything. Separation will never happen between us. Now, forever, ever and ever…’

Jeong softly whispered part of the lyrics as the song played.

“Nevertheless…”

Could such a love really exist?

Maybe she had seen that kind of love last night.

“Jeong-a, why aren’t you coming out, what are you doing in there?”

Her grandmother, in the living room, called out as Jeong sat in the room. Jeong quickly wiped away the tears she hadn’t even realized had fallen and answered urgently.

“Yes!”

“Sweetheart, don’t you want to go out to the field with me? The village chief asked for help with the kidney bean field.”

“Sure. You go ahead, Grandma. I’ll be out soon.”

“Oh, hurry up.”

Jeong quickly stood up, grabbed her sun hat hanging on the wall, and walked into the living room. The summer breeze that came through the open window softly brushed her body.

A simple, peaceful life. The kind of life she had longed for in the flashy world of Tacenda. It was the life she had dreamed of and the life she would now live.

She slowly opened her eyes, which she had closed tightly, and stepped outside. Into the garden where the cherry tree she loved stood. Under the brilliant summer sunlight.

❖ ❖ ❖

“Please… just stop.”

Han spoke with a bitter expression, looking up. What he was staring at was the night sky outside the window.

The city’s night was thick with fog, making it look hazy, and countless lines of raindrops were drawing across the darkness.

The rain, which had started early in the morning, showed no signs of stopping. Han had never minded the rain before, but things were different now.

The sound of the heavy raindrops hitting the glass felt horrific, like a small bird crashing into it.

Turning his back from the window, Han grabbed a bottle of water from the minibar and headed for the bedroom. Before he could cross the threshold, a painful groan slipped from his lips. His eyes quickly became teary.

Taeshin, lying on his side on the bed, was clutching the sheets. His knuckles were so tightly clenched that they had turned white, and the veins and bones on the back of his hands were standing out. A grinding sound of his teeth could be heard too.

“Taeshin…”

“Ugh…”

The pain he was experiencing was unimaginable. It was so agonizing that the muscles in his entire body had automatically stiffened. This was why Taeshin was taking muscle relaxants among his medications.

Taeshin writhed in agony like a beast trying to shed its skin. Tears seeped from his reddened eyes like a faucet that had been turned on.

“Taeshin… Here’s some water… Taeshin…”

The only thing Han could do was give him his medication, keep calling his name, hold him, pat his large, stiff back, and cry on his behalf.

“Han, come here.”

Taeshin suddenly opened his eyes and called for Han. His eyes were bloodshot all over.

Han wiped his tears and lay down quietly next to Taeshin. Taeshin’s body was burning hot and soaked in sweat.

It was as if Taeshin wanted to suppress the pain with other senses, and he bit Han’s earlobe and the flesh around his temple. In between, he let out agonizing groans.

“Ugh… Taeshin…”

Taeshin buried his face in Han’s neck and bit down hard. As if indicating that anything was fine, Han wrapped his legs around Taeshin’s waist in a gesture of permission.

Crack, Taeshin bit Han’s neck. His thin skin could not withstand the sharp teeth that he could not control, and it finally drew bl00d.

Taeshin forcibly massaged his own flaccid center with his hand to make it hard, and then pushed it into Han’s body.

“It hurts so much…”

Those words came from Taeshin, not Han.

“Han… My head… It hurts so much…”

“Come here, Taeshin. I’ll hug you.”

Han hugged Taeshin tighter. Taeshin’s p3nis, not fully erect, forced its way into Han’s unyielding inner walls.

Every time Taeshin pressed down, there was a slapping sound, like being hit with a whip, and the corresponding sound of Han’s crying.

Seeing Taeshin, with his bloodshot eyes, desperately trying to suppress the pain as if he would bleed, was more painful than the excruciating pain of being pierced by the massive p3nis.

It felt like a sharp knife was thinly slicing his heart.

Taeshin thrashed about like a beast making a final struggle before death, and then released a hot, molten-like semen into Han before falling asleep. It was closer to collapsing from exhaustion than actually falling asleep.

Han, trying not to make a sound, got up and went to the bathroom attached to the room to make a warm, damp cloth. Then, just as Taeshin had done for him before, he gently cleaned Taeshin’s body and p3nis, which were soaked in sweat and bodily fluids.

Quietly leaving the room, Han encountered Junho, who had been sitting on the sofa in the living room, either to report something or out of concern for Taeshin. Junho, who usually treated Han with a sharp attitude, was now completely different. His face now showed only sorrow when looking at Han. This was because after Han returned, Junho had finally learned the truth – that Han was the one who had saved up 300,000 won with Taeshin to go find him.

“Ah… You’re back?”

“How is he?”

“He’s asleep, thankfully…”

Junho’s gloomy gaze fell on Han’s neck, where bite marks were clearly visible, and the damp neckline of his shirt.

“I’ll call a doctor. That needs to be treated.”

“Thank you.”

Without refusing, Han limped back into the bathroom, and Junho watched with a dark expression.

He had thought that it would be better if they just forcibly separated, as their relationship only seemed to bring each other pain.

But now Junho felt like he understood a little. This was their way of loving each other.

They were living on their own island, licking each other’s wounds in their own way.