My Bloody Valentine - 44

The moist and warm flesh filled Han’s narrow mouth. Along with the faint scent of tobacco, there was also his faint scent mixed in.

Trapped in Taesin’s tight grip, Han had no choice but to open his lips and accept his tongue. Pushed by his momentum, he stumbled backward until he felt the wall against his back.

This can’t be happening.

Han struggled, wriggling his body. He tried to push Taesin away with both hands, but Taesin easily subdued him by slipping one knee between Han’s legs.

Like a thirsty person seeking water, Taesin eagerly sucked on Han’s lips, filling his mouth. Amidst the myriad of emotions swirling in his mind, one clear thought emerged.

I want him.

He wanted to possess this small man who couldn’t hide his contempt. Taesin decided to accept it willingly. The fact that he was deeply infatuated with this man.

It was the first time he felt desire for something other than money. He wanted this man in front of him, Han, desperately. From head to toe, and if possible, even his heart. Just for himself.

Taesin eagerly sucked on Han’s tongue, almost as if he wanted to devour it entirely. Throughout the kiss, he kept his eyes open, observing Han intently.

The end of Han’s tightly shut eyes seemed to be wet with redness. An impulse arose within Taesin, as if he wanted to chew up this trembling body like a young beast.

“Ugh…”

As Han moaned in pain, Taesin’s tongue, which had been forcefully pushing, softened slightly. The sound of their saliva mixing disturbed Han’s ears.

Their tongues intertwined, bumping against each other like squirming worms. The sensation of their rough bumps colliding made it feel like every hair on their bodies was standing on end. Despite his will, Han’s body trembled uncontrollably.

As Taesin’s tongue persistently chased and entwined with his, Han’s breath quickened. Han’s head gradually tilted upward as he brushed his tongue against the roof of Han’s mouth, causing a moan to escape his lips involuntarily.

“Ugh…”

The soft moan turned into a whimper.

Taesin wrapped his large hand tightly around the back of Han’s head, tilting it and deepening the kiss. He forcefully captured Han’s fleeing tongue and caressed it, exploring and teasing it.

Han’s body trembled, and his legs weakened. But every time he tried to sink down, his sensitive scrotum was crushed against Taesin’s firm thigh, preventing him from fully collapsing.

It was a strange sensation that Han had never felt before. Every time Taesin’s tongue brushed against his, something squirmed in his lower abdomen, and the insides of his thighs tingled unbearably. His vision blurred as if he were intoxicated by sweet wine.

Han’s hand, which had been flailing like a lost rope, suddenly grasped Taesin’s shirt tightly. As Taesin momentarily paused, Han released his lips. Then, with an almost drunken gaze, he looked at Han from a close distance.

“Hah… Hah…”

With his distorted eyes, flushed cheeks, and panting lips, Han, soaked in the moisture of his breath, looked very attractive.

Taesin, feeling his heart pounding fiercely and his whole body burning hot, enveloped Han’s lips, which were much redder than usual. He savored the sensation, as if his parted lips wanted to linger in it for a while.

At that moment, Taesin’s sensitive intuition detected someone’s presence. Glancing sideways, he saw Yujung standing outside the door that hadn’t been completely closed. She was holding a platter of assorted fried snacks, probably intended to be shared with Han.

A strange sense of triumph and possessiveness surged within Taesin. It was almost akin to sexual desire, stiffening his manhood pressed against Han’s lower abdomen even harder. He felt Han’s squirming penis through several layers of cloth.

“Shh…”

Taesin placed his lips by Han’s ear, soothing him with gentle licks of his tongue. Then, he aligned his mouth with Han’s smooth jawline, devoid of any sharp angles, and descended, swallowing his lips once more.

As Taesin slid his tongue deeply into Han’s lips, he gazed straight into Yujung’s eyes. Their eyes met. Yujung’s expression went beyond shock; it seemed somewhat intimidated. Taesin’s lips curled upwards with amusement and a hint of smug victory.

Staggering, Yujung took a step back. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was just a kiss between them, yet it reminded her of a wild beast devouring its prey in the wilderness.

Enveloped by his large frame, Han seemed to be consumed by Taesin.

After ending the kiss by gently sucking on Han’s swollen lips, Taesin muttered to himself.

“Persistent.”

For Han, it was a meaningless remark. His eyes, previously hazy, regained their light only when Taesin removed his knee from between his legs and walked towards the door.

Han’s face turned pale as he turned his gaze towards her. Yujung was standing there, in front of the open door. He couldn’t tell when she had arrived.

Leaning against the wall by the door, Taesin looked down at Yujung.

“Here to see ‘Han’?”

It was from the moment she first called him that. Her presence had been irritating and unsettling.

Taesin reached out, grabbed a piece of potato fry from the plate she was holding, and casually tossed it aside. His tongue, licking the oil off his fingers as if tasting it, looked reddish, and his fangs seemed sharp like those of a beast.

“I guess I should just leave. Han seems busy.”

“…”

“As you can see.”

At his confirming tone, Yujung bit her lip tightly. Taesin turned back to Han, licking his cheeks with a bewildered expression, and whispered in his ear again.

“Should we continue here? I don’t mind having an audience.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Then come with your own feet.”

If not, he felt like he might do something even more intense than kissing in front of her.

With a satisfied smile of a victorious conqueror on his face, Taesin walked past Yujung leisurely. Han, who followed behind him, bowed his head like a guilty child.

As she passed by Yujung, she called out to Han with a choked voice.

“Han…”

He couldn’t give any response or even look at her. A wave of immense shame washed over Han’s heart, revealing his corrupted morality. It felt like being caught red-handed while doing something wrong.

As soon as he entered Taesin’s room and closed the door, Han bent his head deeply in the middle of the hallway and asked in a subdued voice.

“When did you know…?”

“What?”

Taesin answered gruffly.

“When Jung was there… When did you know?”

“Well, when she sucked on my tongue and looked ready to cling to me?”

Crack-.

Taesin’s cheek turned to one side. For a moment, the time and space surrounding them seemed to freeze in utter silence.

Gripping his trembling hand with the other, feeling like he had just hit a solid wall rather than a person, Han’s chest surged violently as if still angry and resentful. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Why… Why would you do that?”

“…”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

A tear rolled down from one of Han’s eyes as he asked, almost shouting. With a slow motion, Taesin turned his head back to its original position and glared at Han with sharp eyes. Yet, the fiery emotion in Taesin’s eyes resembled more of resentment than anger or fury.

After a long silence, a barely audible voice flowed from Taesin.

“You…”

“What?”

“Why are you so expensive to do that?”

“What are you saying?”

Fire sparked in Taesin’s darkened pupils.

“That cheap laughter of yours, why can’t you show it to me?”

“Ha…”

Han laughed mockingly towards Taesin. But it was more like a sneer.

“Are you delusional?”

Taesin chuckled as if amazed by Han’s mocking question.

“Well, where did you pick up that line?”

Romance fraud. It referred to the type of customers who were undoubtedly the top priority for avoidance, those who mistook the smiles from employees directed at them as genuine affection.

They would start their solitary romance by buying coffee either before or after business hours. Then they would become jealous of the staff attending to other customers, causing disturbances, and eventually either being kicked out or getting beaten up by the guards.

“Answer me! Do you like me?”

He desires. He desires Han.

But there was no way such feelings could be affection. It wasn’t an emotion ordinary, average people would feel. It was something someone like him couldn’t feel.

“…No.”

“Then why are you doing this to me? Why do you have to humiliate me in front of others?”

Han clawed at Taesin’s chest and shoulders, punched him furiously, and shouted, as if possessed by evil. Despite being scratched by Han’s hands and hit by his fists, Taesin simply stared down at Han quietly. Only when Han exhausted his strength and panted heavily with arms outstretched did Taesin finally respond.

“Because you hate it.”

Han’s mind was filled with complex emotions at Taesin’s shamelessly blunt answer.

A few days ago, when Taesin slapped the peach from his hand, Han had hoped that it might be a small sign of affection towards him. But it seemed like nothing but a mere coincidence. The fragile hope vanished like foam in an instant.

The more their words mingled, the worse the relationship deteriorated. Seeing Taesin’s eyes, now filled with even more hatred towards him, Han felt a deep pang of shame. But then, the thought crossed his mind: when had he ever cared about someone else’s feelings?

Grabbing Han’s wrist, Taesin dragged him to his bedroom, ignoring his incredibly insulting words.

“Today, undress yourself.”

Han glared at Taesin as if he wanted to kill him.

“Don’t act like you’re being forced. Understandably undress yourself. Isn’t our relationship based on a kind of agreement?”

With difficulty suppressing his sense of humiliation, Han bit down on his lower lip and began to undress himself. He took off his thick sweater, his jeans, his socks, and his underwear.

Throughout the entire process of undressing, Taesin never once took his eyes off him. His gaze blatantly moved from Han’s neck to his faint pink nipples and then to his groin. Finally, his eyes returned to Han’s face, now flushed with embarrassment.

Standing naked in front of someone fully dressed made him feel incredibly defenseless. It made him keenly aware of which side the balance of power was tilted toward, making him feel pathetic.

Han glared at Taesin as if he wanted to kill him.

“…I really hate you.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

As Taesin loosened his tie and slowly approached, a black shadow slowly engulfed Han.