My Bloody Valentine - 47

As if it were a natural course of events, Han couldn’t hold on any longer and fainted.

Taesin wiped his sweat-drenched hair and withdrew his member from the completely collapsed Han. Semen, thick enough to see inside, gushed out from the widely stretched hole.

After briefly observing it, Taesin laid his body next to Han’s. The side of Han, illuminated by the light streaming in through the open door, glowed white.

Stretching out his hand, Taesin traced Han’s contours with his fingertips. From his round forehead, somewhat stout nose, thin lips, to his well-defined jawline. It felt like looking at a well-painted canvas.

And below that, traces of their union were evident on Han’s body. From the vivid red marks scattered around to the tender skin that had been carelessly touched, my fingerprints were deeply imprinted everywhere.

Furthermore, Han’s body, where their fluids had mixed, was in such disarray that it was almost impossible to look at.

But Han still looked clean. Like eyes that could wipe away footprints accumulated overnight.

As Taesin, running his fingers over the slender waist of Han, pulled him closer, a faint groan escaped, but Han remained unconscious. His limp body easily nestled into Taesin’s embrace.

Embracing Han from behind, Taesin pressed his body tightly against his. He buried his nose in Han’s deer-like neck, brushing aside his hair with a straight nose bridge. Then, he took a long breath, inhaling his unique, comforting scent.

A pleasant sensation spread. It was entirely different from the lust of a beast in heat. Holding the small body in his arms, he felt even the taut nerves loosen, as if Han possessed a talent for disarming people.

Do others feel it too? Is that why people around him get entangled?

Taesin’s breath, gradually slowing down, quieted. With the man lying beside him like a corpse, only Taesin’s heart pounded fiercely as if just born.

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Han slowly opened his eyes, feeling a dull pain as if someone had hit him hard. Feeling a sense of moisture, he looked down at his forearm, where a needle connected to a saline bag was inserted. His eyeballs felt sore, and the breath he exhaled seemed hot, indicating that he might have a fever again.

In the quiet room, where only he was present, the darkness was overwhelming, with only one yellow lamp on the bedside table illuminating the room. Seeing that no light came in from under the closed curtains, it seemed to be night. Perhaps it was even dawn.

Just sitting up made his vision go dark, and the furniture in front of him seemed to curve. Eventually, he gave up and lay back down.

He felt clean without even touching himself. Even though he had been drenched in various bodily fluids and had fainted several times, whenever he woke up, he was washed clean by someone and his clothes neatly put back on.

He wanted to believe that it was done by the doctor who had left the saline bag, but deep down, he knew. Even if he were thin, it would be almost impossible for her to move him to the bathroom and wash him. So there was only one answer.

Was there a reason for her to stubbornly care for him, washing, dressing, and even calling a doctor for a check-up?

There were many people with better stamina and more handsome looks who could satisfy her sexual desires. Even without going far, there were plenty of such people lurking in the basement of this building.

His thoughts were curious, but like a toy abandoned by a child, he once cherished his past. He was just like that to her.

A toy she would play with until she got bored and then discard when her interest waned.

Regardless, there was no way to know what she was thinking, and it was better not to dwell on it too deeply.

Han stared blankly at the ceiling before falling asleep again. And he remained in bed for a full day without getting up.

Han spent the entire night wiping away profuse sweat from his forehead, repeatedly shivering from the cold, his teeth clattering. His body temperature regulation wasn’t functioning well. Mixed with Han’s breath, which rose to 39 degrees Celsius, were occasional moans of pain.

“What’s the problem? Just a cold.”

“Your immune system is extremely weak. For someone like you, a cold isn’t just a minor illness.”

Sometimes, when he struggled to open his eyes, he saw Taesin’s face in his blurry vision, and occasionally, the face of a female doctor with a troubled expression flickered.

Han regained consciousness after a very long time. After enduring for three days, he was finally able to sit up.

Carefully, Han raised himself from the carpeted floor, barefoot. He felt dizzy for a moment, but it soon passed. Despite not eating anything for three days, thanks to the constant intake of supplements, he didn’t feel hungry.

Like a child dropped into an unknown world, Han looked around. Taesin’s voice could be heard faintly from outside. Seeing that there was no response from the other end, it seemed like he was on a call.

Han slowly made his way to the living room. Large windows flooded the room with light. Taesin, who had been sitting at the desk talking on the phone, noticed Han’s quiet approach.

“…Let’s talk later.”

Without taking his eyes off Han, Taesin quickly ended the call and stood up.

“How’s your body?”

“…I’m fine.”

Han fidgeted as he searched for his shoes and clothes.

“Where are my clothes and shoes?”

“…”

Taesin silently looked at Han.

After leaving him lying there as if dead for three days. After bringing his fingers under his nose several times. You just want to run away as soon as I wake up, don’t you?

“Stay here for a while.”

Three days ago, when Han fell asleep in his arms, Taesin immediately called Jinhee, the attending physician, feeling the warmth from Han’s forehead against his chest. Jinhee, seeing Han in the same condition again, swallowed a sigh.

After hanging the saline bag for Han, Taesin, who had left the room, looked at Han lying there like a corpse, lost in thought. Suddenly, he remembered what Junho had reported.

“He went to the bar in the basement of that hotel as a guest, got into an argument, and stabbed a girl. Whether he knew what he was doing or not, she was a favorite of the hotel owner.”

In the end, Taesin decided to leave Han in his room and instructed the maintenance room to install additional locks on the door. If left alone, he would surely crawl down to his room in his battered state.

The decision to leave Han in his suite concealed the traces of his feelings towards him, but unfortunately, Taesin didn’t realize it.

“I don’t want to.”

“…”

The extent of this refusal was a reaction he had anticipated.

“Give me at least my shoes. I want to leave.”

“Why? After barely making you look like a person, are you going to put on a waiter’s uniform and wander around again?”

“I need to earn money. So that, at least once…”

Taesin clenched his teeth. He knew what was hidden in the vague tail end of the sentence. It was a denial of him.

“No.”

“I don’t want to. I want to go to my room.”

“Why?”

Taesin’s questioning voice became nervously sharp.

Why would you want to go to that cramped, sunless room instead of this spacious suite? Is it because you want to meet that woman who is so tender that even the thought of her makes your head burn pitch black?

He had become the villain who forcefully separated the affectionate pair, but it wasn’t particularly surprising. Even now, wearing the guise of a bold entrepreneur, he was inherently a villainous person. That was how he could survive.

The initial decision to leave Han here was for security reasons, but upon reflection, there was a bigger reason.

To separate him from that woman.

“Fine. I don’t need your permission. I’ll go barefoot.”

Han, who had been muttering quietly while glaring at Taesin, turned abruptly and headed towards the entrance.

Just in case someone followed, he quickly turned the doorknob, but the door didn’t budge. Only then did he notice the machine attached to the door handle. It was like the card reader outside the door.

“What’s this…?”

“I never expected you to just stay quietly.”

“Open it.”

“No.”

“Open the damn door!”

Taesin ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Why are you acting so damn stupid?”

“What did I do!”

“A bird trying to escape by hitting the window several times until its head bursts. But a bird that decides to stay in the cage can live longer and better than anyone.”

Ignoring his nonsense, Han continued to struggle with the doorknob as if he hadn’t heard anything. Watching Han like that, Taesin clicked his tongue.

“Stop wasting your energy. You’re only making it harder for yourself.”

After wrestling with the doorknob for a few minutes, Han exhausted himself and sank to the floor. Then, with a grunt, he glared at Taesin with weary eyes before getting up and walking straight into the room where I had been lying. With a loud click, the door closed, cutting off the space.

And so, Han found himself trapped not in room 301, but in another prison.