My Bloody Valentine - 71

Taeshin’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

“Did it hurt?”

“This…”

Han, still not removing his hand from the long scratch on Taeshin’s scalp, barely managed to move his lips to respond.

It felt as if something was collapsing inside him, like a dam breaking. It was both resentment and hatred toward Taeshin for forgetting him, and the sense of betrayal caused by him.

This man, who had seemed the most distant being in the world even until this morning.

The image of Taeshin’s face, so sensitive and sharp like a well-honed blade, and the gentle face of a child he had imagined when Taeshin smiled, came to mind. The two faces he had desperately wanted to think of as different merged into one.

His chest was so heavy that he wanted to cry out loud. The long scar crossed Taeshin’s head by a hand’s width. His breath became labored, and he felt a piercing pain in his solar plexus.

Taeshin sat quietly, looking up at Han. Han’s chest heaved greatly, unable to control his emotions to the point of being pitiable. Why? Taeshin stared at Han’s face as if observing it.

“Han.”

Taeshin did not hurry. He called Han’s name as if sighing, pulling him to sit on one of his thighs. Despite Han’s usual resistance to being called like a puppy, today he obediently came closer.

It didn’t matter what trick Han was trying to play. No matter what he did, it didn’t matter. Taeshin would hold on tightly and never let go. He would never escape from Taeshin’s side.

One side of Taeshin’s mouth curved upward. He caressed Han’s cheek, which he had placed on his lap like a child, and lightly lifted his chin. Han’s eyelashes, wet with tears, trembled, clumped together.

“I don’t know what trick you’re trying, but it’s useless. You’re mine.”

It was an obsessive remark, but the voice uttering it felt cold enough to be considered heartless.

Han’s eyes, coated with a transparent glass-like film, were fixed on Taeshin. There was no trace of the usual intense rejection in those eyes. Nor did it look like a resigned, powerless acceptance.

Taeshin looked at Han’s eyes and nose as if examining them, and after briefly staring at his lips, tilted his head and kissed them. The softly overlapped lips were drawn into Taeshin.

Taeshin deeply sucked on Han’s reddish lower lip and scraped the mucous membrane inside his lips with his teeth, never taking his eyes off him. As if trying to engrave every moment of this into his mind.

The painfully bitten lips parted, and the wet flesh pressed in. Taeshin’s large hand gently wrapped around Han’s nape and slowly kneaded it, as if praising him for accepting him without any resistance.

Taeshin’s tongue, filling Han’s narrow mouth, moved unpredictably. It swept over the oral mucosa, dug under the tongue frenulum, and traced the boundaries of teeth and gums.

It felt as if the part where his tongue touched was melting and dissolving. As if to foretell what would happen next, Taeshin’s tongue went deep into Han’s throat and brushed the roof of his mouth before withdrawing. The movement back and forth inside his mouth was overtly explicit.

Taeshin kissed Han as if it were sex, pulling each of his legs apart and placing him on top of him. Han’s eye level rose sharply. He felt the hard and heavy contact against his perineum.

Taeshin’s thick forearm wrapped around Han’s waist and shoulders, firmly securing him. With his other hand, he grasped Han’s buttocks and gently exerted pressure, making him move on top of Taeshin’s genitals.

“Mm… mm…”

Taeshin’s firm member, with several layers of cloth between them, rubbed slowly against Han’s scrotum, perineum, and the area around the entrance. Han’s lips, emitting moans, vibrated slightly. His hands, which had been flailing in the air, grabbed the armrests of the chair.

Taeshin’s hand, which had been hugging Han’s back, slipped into his loose knitwear and brushed against his bare skin. His large palm, covering Han’s back, brushed against his prominent scapula and slightly raised cervical vertebra, and traced each vertebra as he moved down.

“Mm…”

Taeshin gathered saliva in his mouth and pushed it into Han’s throat. His desire to fill every part of him with himself overflowed beyond its limit.

He detached his lips from Han’s and buried his face in Han’s nape. A familiar scent filled his nose. It was a fresh soapy smell mixed with Han’s own soft and sweet body scent.

He lightly bit the soft flesh under Han’s ear with his lips and let go. Han’s shoulder naturally shrugged at Taeshin’s hot breath.

He bit the soft earlobe and flicked it with his tongue, then blew into the tiny, shell-like outline of Han’s ear.

“Ah!”

Han’s body trembled more intensely. Perhaps finding this reaction amusing, Taeshin jabbed his sharply pointed tongue into Han’s ear.

“Hah…”

The hot and damp tongue delved into his ear. Every time Han flinched to avoid excessive stimulation, his soft brown hair, like cotton candy, swayed and tickled Taeshin’s face.

“Do you like having your ear sucked?”

“Mm…”

A low voice laced with laughter tickled Han’s ear. Taeshin felt a small chill on his forearm.

Taeshin kissed Han’s earlobe and the outer part of his ear as if kissing, then blew wet breaths deep into his ear canal. Meanwhile, his hands busily moved inside Han’s sweater, gently caressing his back and waist as if playing a piano.

His lips came down to Han’s nape, drawing a precarious line as if they might break if held too tightly. Taeshin chewed on the bluish, throbbing part of the neck and bit down hard on the tender skin.

After leaving a satisfying mark, he moved his lips lower. Wanting to bite the collarbone but finding the obstructive clothing bothersome, Taeshin furrowed his brow and pulled off the sweater.

His lips buried themselves again in the newly exposed, white nape. This time, it was rougher and more passionate. Taeshin’s sharp teeth pressed down on the flesh. He felt a craving as if he wanted to devour it.

Han sat on Taeshin’s groin, embracing his arm and gazing at Taeshin, who was completely immersed in his own pleasure. His eyes were as red as the setting sun.

Taeshin, having left marks on Han’s white shoulders, pulled him in tightly. But seeming dissatisfied with how far he could reach, he frowned in irritation.

Taeshin, after kissing Han’s chin, moved back up to his ear and said in a wet voice.

“Strip. Do it yourself.”

Han reached for the top button of Taeshin’s shirt. Taeshin’s brow furrowed again at Han’s obedient attitude.

As Han undid the third and fourth buttons, Taeshin’s clear chest line was revealed. And as Han was undoing the fifth button, Taeshin kissed him again.

The flesh pressed into Han’s mouth, wriggling and struggling. The tangled saliva made a wet sound that echoed in Han’s ear. Han accepted everything Taeshin offered without any resistance.

Han wanted to make Taeshin feel good as soon as possible. Even if the process involved pain for him, it was fine. It felt like it could be a small act of atonement.

Taeshin stopped kissing and looked at Han with red, heated eyes. Han was behaving completely differently from usual. It wasn’t a look of disgust or forced restraint.

The impact of the intense kisses had made Han’s lips plump and swollen. Han breathed heavily through his red, wet lips as he looked at Taeshin. Taeshin, with his shirt buttons undone and hair disheveled, looked extremely unkempt.

Taeshin picked Han up and stood up from the chair. Then he laid Han on his desk and picked up the telephone next to him.

“Everyone go home. Right now.”

It seemed he was giving orders to his secretary. After hanging up, Taeshin threw his shirt off his shoulder.

The white light from the office’s lights revealed Taeshin’s bare torso in detail. His body looked large and solid. And it was marked with scars. Some were long cuts as if made by a knife, and some were burn marks.

“Ugh…”

Han burst into tears upon seeing the burn marks scattered among the scars.

Earlier, when he went to meet Jina, she had shown him similar scars on her upper arm through the sleeve of her black see-through shirt.

‘The marks are from a cigarette burn by that toad. I have one too, but Taeshin has many more.’

“Wuh… wuh…”

Taeshin’s face tilted slightly as he looked at Han, who was crying sorrowfully.

“Why are you crying so much?”

“Mm… wuh…”

He looked like a child who had suffered an injustice and returned home to be held by his parents.

“Is Yujung dead?”

Han covered his mouth with one hand and shook his head, trying hard to stifle his tears.

“Then why are you crying?”

“Wuh…”

Taeshin gently stroked Han’s hair while asking. Despite his tender touch, his voice was so low it seemed it could tear apart anyone who dared to speak the name Han was uttering.

“What’s going on?”

“No… nothing is wrong…”

“Then why are you doing this? Should I beat up the one who trained you and find out?”

“Ugh… just… I… you… you…”

“Are you crying because of me?”

“Wuh…”

Han nodded, shedding a tear from the corner of his eye. Knowing that the reason for his sorrow was because of Taeshin, it seemed his mood had improved slightly.