My Bloody Valentine - 12

Fearing that being late might provoke the man’s anger, Han quickly came out and pressed the 15th-floor button after entering the elevator.

‘Going up to the 15th floor.’

The announcement echoed, and the elevator’s upward motion added a sense of buoyancy and tension, making Han’s stomach flutter.

Han quickly grabbed the bar installed in the middle of the wall and took a slow deep breath. His reflection was clearly outlined in the mirror covering the elevator’s surroundings. The image looked pitiful, as if someone was riding an elevator for the first time.

As he exited the elevator, a dark corridor stretched to the distant end. Not a single person, not even an ant, was visible in the long corridor.

Frames with art pieces hung on the walls throughout the corridor.

Han walked slowly, deliberately paying attention to each painting illuminated by the light from below. He wanted to delay the moment of facing that man.

The sound of his footsteps was completely absent, thanks to the thick carpet. It felt like walking on the deck of a ship floating on waves, causing a slight nausea.

Finally, 1501. Han stood in front of the turquoise door adorned with a sparkling bronze plate.

After a moment of reflection, Han lowered his head, inspecting himself. Water droplets from his undried hair, showered earlier, moistened the shoulders of the loose-fitting sweatshirt he had bought with Yoojeong.

Han took a deep breath, pulling the shirt’s hem down. With a feeling of a dry throat, he extended his slightly trembling hand and pressed the bell-shaped button.

Soon, a synthetic bell rang. Han was startled to the point where his shoulders jumped when the door opened lightly along with the unlocking sound. He stepped inside, exhaling a long breath.

Inside, there was no space to take off shoes, and he hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to enter with his shoes on or take them off. However, choosing to take off his shoes cautiously, he entered.

As he entered further, the smell of strong tobacco became more pronounced. It was the smell of the man smoking.

Even though Han had never smoked, he vividly remembered this smell, thanks to the intense impression the man had left the last time.

Attempting to move as quietly as possible, Han cautiously walked through the short corridor, and a living room appeared at the end.

Jang Taesin was leaning against the desk, basking in the morning sunlight. It seemed as if he had been observing and listening to everything since Han entered the room.

Like a robot, Han stopped at the corridor’s end.

“You… called me?”

Fear made his entire body shrink. His voice, emerging from his tightened vocal cords, trembled like a goat’s bleat.

Though he grew up in unfortunate circumstances, he had never experienced physical or sexual violence.

In front of the man who had inflicted the greatest violence in his life, Han couldn’t think of anything.

Unable to properly look ahead, he trembled, keeping his body tense. Not fainting from fear was an achievement given the circumstances.

“Come in.”

The chilly voice commanded. The warm temperature of the space, filled with the morning sunlight, seemed to drop below freezing for a moment.

Han took three small steps inside with a narrow pace.

“Closer.”

At the command again, Han bit his lips and took three more steps forward.

“More.”

Taesin sneered. When Han attempted to stop again after three steps, Taesin, seemingly displeased, casually licked his lips.

The sound echoed like thunder, and Han’s eyes widened in fear. Afraid of another slap, Han quickly took a few more steps forward.

At a 45-degree angle, when he lowered his gaze, Taesin’s shoelace was visible. Ah, it seemed he could have entered with his shoes on after all.

Taesin’s black eyes flowed like a stream towards Han. Where his gaze reached, it felt like being barefoot on a sharp blade, tearing apart.

Han held his breath, unable to even blink. He just bit his inner cheek, hoping for this time to pass quickly. Soon, a metallic taste of blood filled his mouth.

“Why… why did you c-call me…”

“…”

Taesin seemed to hear the sound of a small stone dropping into a dark and deep abyss, as if it were his own well.

The lower body, which had shown no reaction even when exposed outside the clothes, devoid of any signs of arousal from the undoubtedly beautiful body of a man, responded immediately when faced with Han’s face and hands. It seemed to generate a current as if it had been waiting for this moment.

Blood began to circulate rapidly, pulling in one direction.

Taesin slowly approached Han.

Seeing the shiny shoes approaching, Han involuntarily took a step back. Searching for a place to escape, he rolled his eyes and met Taesin’s gaze again.

“…!”

Taesin, like a wild animal examining its prey, seemed unsure whether it was safe to eat, if it was poisonous or not. The tilt of his head in curiosity resembled that of a curious wild creature.

What he resembled wasn’t certain, but one thing was clear—he was a ‘predator,’ and unfortunately, Han found himself in the position of the ‘prey.’

Taesin was significantly taller, wearing shoes, and Han, being barefoot, had quite a height difference.

Bending his back, Taesin slowly lowered his face. Then, he pressed his face against Han’s ear, took a long breath, and sniffed. Han, frightened, shrank even smaller.

“P-please don’t…”

“What?”

“I-I’ll pay you properly.”

From Han, who had just showered, the fresh scent of soap and water emanated. The somewhat modest smell was enough to make the area beneath Taesin’s pants tense, and veins under his abs began to pulse.

Taesin lightly grabbed the sleeve of Han’s arm with one hand, and as the fabric stretched, a part of his neck was revealed. Taesin pressed his nose against Han’s neck, smelling and inhaling deeply. Han’s body shrank even more, terrified.

“Strange…”

It was more like what Han wanted to say to Taesin.

Taesin thought there was no need to take off his clothes. The rigid and erect organ, throbbing with blood, would be painful enough. This made things clear.

He was aroused only by this small man.

Taesin’s vision blinked like a light bulb flickering on and off.

Taesin continued to press his pointed nose against the part connecting Han’s ear and shoulder, taking in the scent. Unsatisfied, he brought his lips over and began to nibble.

Han’s skin, warmer than his, had a strangely sticky sensation. As Taesin’s sharp teeth grazed, it felt as if the sharp teeth of a predator were hovering over his throat.

As Han wriggled, interpreting it as something escaping from his body, Taesin instinctively pressed his body tightly against Han’s, blocking his movements.

Han’s eyes widened. He didn’t want to imagine what was touching his stomach.

“O-oh, today I… I earned money. A lot. I’ll give it to you.”

So please, don’t touch me.

Still nibbling on Han’s neck, Taesin, in a languid voice, asked, “How much did you earn?”

Although Han hadn’t received the money he earned from occupying the table, he had received a tip of one million won from Sunwoohee. It might be an absurd amount compared to his debt, but earning more than half of his monthly convenience store salary in just a few hours was a considerable sum.

“I earned over a million won.”

“Not enough.”

What did Han mean by “not enough”? Without even knowing it himself, Taesin wrapped his arms around Han’s waist and pressed his body against him. With just one arm, it seemed as if the strength to lift an adult man wasn’t human.

Han’s heel lifted from the ground, and his toes, like a ballerina wearing toe shoes, barely touched the floor.

Something firm and bulging pressed against the space between Han’s lower abdomen and groin.

“How much is your debt? It’s ridiculously insufficient.”

“But…”

“Then you’re mine, right?”

He thought that Taesin’s actions of hitting him and biting his genitals contained a warning that someone would reveal who was superior. But now, it was different.

Han realized that he had become the object of a man’s sexual desire.

If asked whether he had biases toward that side, the answer was no. Simply because he had never even considered thoughts about that side.

“I… I’m a man.”

“Even men have a hole.”

Taesin’s hand, embracing Han’s waist, squeezed one side of Han’s buttocks. Despite the empty, feeble buttocks that couldn’t even fill his hand, excitement arose firmly.

Changing the position of his hand, Taesin pressed firmly between Han’s buttocks, onto a place that had never been considered a sexual organ, over the clothes.

“Here should be enough.”

“…!”

Han’s eyes widened beyond their limit. The light in Han’s eyes, filled with astonishment, dimmed in an instant. The large pupils slowly moistened the eyelids.

And with a thud, Han collapsed into Taesin’s arms.

At that moment, one of the very few people who could enter Taesin’s room without permission, Nam Junho, walked into the room.

Holding many documents to report, Junho entered and saw the man who had collapsed in Taesin’s arms, making a surprised expression.

“What’s this, Director? Did you kill him?”

Asking this, he quickly glanced out of the window to check the weather. It was a clear morning with no signs of rain.

“No.”

Casually answering, Taesin lifted Han, who was sprawled on one of his arms like wet laundry, and laid him on the sofa.

Junho, who had put down the documents on the desk, looked at Han lying on the sofa. It was the man Taesin had brought to the Taisenda and left in the nearest waiting room, as instructed that day.

On his way up for a report, Junho had passed by and warned him that something was strangely coming over the newly brought kid.

‘What’s strange about bringing in a kid?’ When he asked, the passerby just shrugged, not knowing.

Thinking that this might be the thing, Junho asked again.

“What did he do to end up like this?”

“He didn’t do anything.”

Taesin, as if unjustly accused, looked down at Han, who was sleeping as if under a spell, on his sofa.

What did he do? He did nothing at all.

“Not yet.”