My Bloody Valentine - 37

Taesin, with a terrifyingly cold expression, approached with long strides. Because of his towering stature, his mere presence was threatening enough.

Han froze as if glued to the chair. His eyes darted around as if desperately searching for an escape route. In the midst of this, Taesin reached out his hand. Han, caught by the scruff of his neck, was lifted up as if plucked from the ground like a weed.

His rough grip tore at the hoodie, pulling it off violently. There was a ripping sound from the clothes. It seemed like something had torn.

Han’s gaze, flitting restlessly, landed on the wine glass on the table. Taesin, tracking his gaze with his eyes, smirked as he lifted one corner of his mouth.

“Why. Do you want to borrow some of the power of alcohol?”

“…”

“Am I that dreadful? My apologies.”

With those words, Taesin roughly swept his hand across the table. With a crash, everything on the table, including the wine glass, plates, and cups, fell to the floor. Some broke with a crisp ‘crack.’

After removing the hoodie, Taesin almost tore off the T-shirt. He grabbed Han’s neck, wrapping his large hand around it, causing Han to tremble. His hand moved to the back, and Han was soon forced down onto the table.

“Ugh.”

One side of Han’s face was pressed against the clean glass tabletop. Taesin’s eyes, raised with difficulty, were filled with rage, as if containing burning coals. Unable to gauge what had angered him so much, Han burst out in protest.

“W-what did I, what did I do…”

But instead of a response, Han’s eyes squeezed shut at the sound of the zipper being pulled down and the buckle being undone with a click.

As the pants and underwear were swiftly pulled down, Taesin spat between the barely exposed buttocks. Then, he inserted his fingers into the wet entrance. Taesin increased the number of fingers rapidly, spreading them wide like scissors, not so much for Han’s comfort but to pave the way for himself.

“Ah…!”

The intrusion into the tense back passage was instantaneous. He forcefully pushed his hot, wet member into the tight space. The pain was so intense that Han couldn’t even close his mouth properly, let alone scream.

Taesin licked his dry lips with an air of unease. Each time he faced Han, he was consumed by an insatiable thirst. Vague emotions began to take on a slightly more tangible form as he looked at and touched Han.

But like walking through a misty forest, he couldn’t grasp what those emotions were.

Although he had never embraced another person, he had seen plenty of naked bodies. Bodies of this size and stature might all be the same. They had limbs, holes to penetrate, and were made of bone and flesh.

But why did he only react to this body?

In the frustration of not understanding something, Taesin’s movements became increasingly rough.

“Ugh… ugh…”

The small folds of the inner walls, firmly stuck, seemed to try to push the unfamiliar intruder away. Taesin’s low sighs falling on top of him sounded like a beast growling. At the same time, Han exhaled breaths filled with pain.

There was no mercy in the thrusts of his member, which penetrated like a weapon of murder. He aimed relentlessly for the sensitive spot with tremendous force. The thrusting in and out was cruel and ruthless.

“Ugh… ahh…”

Han’s hand, gripping the table, trembled, but there was nothing to hold onto. It felt like there was a hole opening up below. As Han instinctively tried to pull away from the deep penetration, Taesin’s hand, pressing on his lower back, exerted force.

“Just stay still.”

“Ugh, j-just a little, ahh…”

“If we’re going to do this. Then cooperate.”

Taesin moved his hand from Han’s back to forcefully push his head down with a thud. Then, he rapidly moved his waist back and forth.

With each thrust of the mushroom-shaped glans against the prostate, saliva dribbled down Han’s parted lips, and his limbs trembled. The scene flashed before his eyes like a broken fluorescent light.

Eventually, tears burst forth. It was a physiological response, endlessly pressed and stimulated to the extreme.

“Uh, huh… huuu…”

Taesin gripped Han’s hair and lifted it, causing his neck to bend sharply, and Han’s bloody face was reflected in the window. He looked like a piece of meat being sliced, torn, and minced at the place where he was cutting the bleeding steak.

“Uuh…”

Leaning close to Han’s ear, Taesin whispered, “If you don’t want to laugh, then cry.”

With that, he slammed Han’s face back onto the table. His words, chewed out with malice, were filled with deep anger.

The intense recoil of hitting his buttocks and thighs continued. The large, vigorous member ravaged the narrow walls, thrusting in and out rapidly.

Taesin, who seemed to have no trouble breathing, suddenly filled the space with his rough breath.

With each forceful thrust, the table shook as if it might collapse. It felt like the whole world was shaking.

Han simply prayed for this time to pass quickly. His body ached as if it would break, and he felt dizzy, as if falling from a height.

He tightly clenched the hand that had been striking the table. His slightly grown nails dug painfully into his palm. He also thought the discomfort in his lower abdomen was pain. Of course, it had to be, and it had to be that way.

“Uhh… hih, agh…”

The tingling sensation that began deep in his lower abdomen spread throughout his body along his spine. Han’s pupils flickered as if he were being electrocuted. His mind became distant. This time, he really felt like he might lose consciousness.

“Hoo…”

Finally, Taesin, who ejaculated deep inside Han’s body, let out a long breath. But whether the person he had just finished with was right, his movements did not loosen at all. Taesin continued mechanically, thrusting into Han as if he were still exerting intense effort.

Suddenly, Taesin’s gaze fell on Han’s fist resting on the table. Like a trembling person filled with humiliation, the hand that had been clenched tightly was now loosely open. His body, which had been poised to pull forward at any moment, now hung limp, swaying weakly as I struck him. He had lost consciousness.

Perhaps what he had been doing all along wasn’t sex, but assault.

“….Damn.”

Taesin removed his firmly inserted member from Han, then stepped back. As Han collapsed onto the carpeted floor, Taesin straightened himself and tidied his front, tucking the still rigid member into his pants.

Surrounded by the lingering smoke of cigarettes, Taesin sat leaning against the desk and looked at Han.

Han lay on the floor, dirtied as if someone had carelessly thrown him away. His swollen eyes from crying were red, and faint marks from fingers remained on his long, slender neck.

After smoking two harsh cigarettes in a row, Taesin suddenly felt a suffocating sensation deep inside and untied his tie, twisting it to loosen it around his neck.

The various-colored sounds of Han’s breathing faintly vibrated the surrounding air. Taesin listened to the sound of his breathing for a long time in that spot. Gradually, the heightened senses and surging anger seemed to subside. But the thirst that filled his inner being remained, and his creased brow did not smooth out.

It felt like breaking the wrist of a weak child. Unfathomable emotions boiled like maggots inside Taesin.

When Han, unable to hide his hatred towards me, embraces me in such a fit of rage, I become even more confused. In the end, at the violent end of our intercourse, there’s nothing but a man lying there with vacant eyes, like a discarded husk.

Thirst only grew worse, like someone trying to quench their thirst with a drop of water. I felt no relief at all.

Taesin had a faint premonition. Twenty times, a few hundred times, even thousands of times embracing you, this dilemma might not be resolved.

“You are…”

What are you to me, after all?

But whatever the answer, it wouldn’t matter. Because you are already in my hands.

With a long silent gaze, Taesin looked down at Han, dressed him in his pants again, and then lifted him up and laid him on the sofa. Then, he promptly left.

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“Ow!”

Smooth-coated paper grazed Han’s tender fingertips sharply, and Taesin, who had been doing homework, immediately followed after hearing Han’s short cry.

“What’s wrong, hyung! What happened?”

“Uh, I got cut by the paper.”

“You’re bleeding! What should we do? It must hurt.”

Taesin grabbed Han’s index finger, which was cut by the paper, and shook his foot in agitation. It was embarrassing to call it bleeding, as there was only one small drop of blood, round and tiny.

Taesin dragged Han by the wrist to the sink and washed his hand. Then, he applied a bandage, frowning as if it hurt more than Han.

Still, thick bandages were wrapped around Taesin’s knees. It was from three days ago when he fell from a tree while trying to pick fruit for me. He worries about me so much about such things.

Watching Taesin adjusting the bandage to make it comfortable for Han’s fingers, Han said,

“Taesin, you’ll be a really good husband and father someday.”

“… ”

Taesin smiled softly without saying anything. Sometimes, such Taesin felt more like a brother than I did. In fact, it was not sometimes, but often.

Gradually, Taesin’s smiling face became cloudy. Han quickly reached out his hand. The moment his hand touched Taesin’s face, Taesin’s face scattered like smoke, without any form.

“Taesin, Taesin…?”