My Bloody Valentine - 76

After eating, they went to the beach.

Han, who had been mostly confined to the suite like Taeshin’s pet cat, spent time sitting in front of the seemingly endless sea.

To Taeshin, Han’s back looked like a sandcastle, as if it could be swept away by the wind and waves at any moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off Han’s precarious figure.

Although they were looking at the same sea, it was clear that each saw something different. Despite standing close, they were infinitely distant from each other, each having their own dream-like vision.

When they got back in the car, the sun was setting. The beach outside the window glowed with an orange hue, still shimmering with the afterglow of the sunset.

Taeshin’s car slowed down as it drove along the coastal road and stopped in front of a building.

The building, with its high walls and sturdy stainless steel gate, looked like it could easily transform into a café if not for the security company’s logo threateningly posted. Han looked at Taeshin with a puzzled expression.

“Where is this?”

“The Chairman of Cheongsong Construction’s vacation house.”

Taeshin, who had casually entered the security code to disable the system, got out of the car with a bag from the back seat.

“Get out.”

After reluctantly following, Han stepped through the open gate into a garden dense enough to be called a forest.

The garden, filled with unknown old trees, paperbark trees, and oak trees, smelled fresh as if the trees had been recently trimmed.

The cool, refreshing breeze rustled the trees planted along the path. The wind carried a strong, dizzying scent from the blooming flowers.

They finally arrived in front of a two-story building situated on a sloping ramp. Behind the light gray building, which used luxurious exterior materials, a picturesque sea stretched out.

The red light slowly descended onto the sparkling surface of the sea. It was an unreal scene. Han felt like he was in another world, like Alice falling into a rabbit hole.

Leaving Han, who was distracted by the surrounding scenery, Taeshin went into the building first.

Although Chairman Bae visited this place only a few times a year, the vacation house was well-maintained.

The first floor had a living room, dining room, kitchen, and bathroom. The space, decorated like a drama set, was enormous but cozy with warm colors. The living room’s large window was like a huge canvas painting the sea.

Taeshin, familiar with the place, went towards the kitchen. On one side of the dining room, decorated with stainless steel and granite, was a cabinet where Chairman Bae stored liquor. Taeshin poured himself a drink of whiskey and sat on the living room couch, which overlooked various parts of the house.

Han, facing directly towards him, was stuck to the glass window, looking at the sea view.

There were no significant conversations between them, and the house was overly quiet.

“Can I… go out there?”

Breaking the silence, Han asked. He was likely referring to the terrace, which looked like it was connected to the sea through the glass. Taeshin nodded.

As soon as the door was opened, a salty sea breeze blew in. Han wondered if it was okay to build a structure in such close proximity to the sea. His concern seemed overly nosy.

Taeshin, who had put down his empty glass on the table, stood up and slowly approached Han from behind.

His large hands gently grasped Han’s hips.

“How… did you get to know the owner of this place… the Chairman?”

Han turned his head slightly backward to ask. The angle revealed his long eyelashes and a part of his nose to Taeshin’s gaze.

“Why do you ask?”

“Well, just… since you know the vacation house password, it seems like you’re quite close.”

“Do you want to know about my personal life?”

“…”

Han was curious about Taeshin’s past. He wanted to hear about his past directly from him.

“Were we that close?”

Taeshin’s hand suddenly slipped inside Han’s T-shirt with an emotionless voice. The hand that had slipped in touched Han’s nipple and rolled it with his fingertips.

“Ugh…”

“We’re not the kind of people who have conversations like that.”

“… Huh?”

“We’re the kind who does such things.”

“…”

There was a time difference as vast as the ends of the earth between them. Han, with his head bowed weakly, saw his T-shirt being twisted by Taeshin’s hand.

Han, bending his back defensively, clung to the glass railing of the terrace. Although it was firmly installed, he feared it might break.

Taeshin’s face pressed against Han’s shoulder, and he deeply inhaled Han’s scent by burying his nose in the nape of his neck, then licked from Han’s neck to his earlobe.

“Ugh… Wait, wait a minute…”

Han reached back with his hand to push against Taeshin’s solid hips.

“Why?”

Taeshin, biting Han’s nape and chewing, asked in dissatisfaction.

“I want to… want to wash up.”

“Why? I’ll just consume everything anyway.”

“W-well, I just want to wash up.”

“No. I want to smell your body odor.”

“Ugh…”

Taeshin’s arm tightly wrapped around Han’s waist and pulled him. He wanted to rub his erect member against Han’s hole. Unable to align their heights, he had to spread his legs and bend his knees.

After rubbing up and down a few times, when he thrust up suddenly, Han, startled, quickly grabbed the glass railing with his two hands that had been pushing against Taeshin’s hips.

“Ah!”

Taeshin, unsure of what to do with his aroused member, rubbed it against Han’s buttocks and groin. Even then, Han only clung to the glass railing with no resistance.

Taeshin bit the tip of Han’s pointed ear and asked.

“Why have you become so submissive?”

“Ugh, ugh…”

“You’re so obedient, it’s boring. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, hngh, that’s not it…”

Even in the moment of pleasure, Han stubbornly glared as if this was just a physiological response.

Taeshin found Han’s ability to endure like this for several days quite amusing. He was also curious about how long Han could hold out.

Gently pinching Han’s nipples with both hands, Taeshin whispered in his ear with a hot sigh.

“You endure even when someone you dislike touches you.”

“…”

“I’m someone you’d like to kill, aren’t I?”

He had once said, crying so much that his face was drenched, that he hated me and wished I were dead.

“… No.”

Han shook his head, denying his own words. The words of the past echoed.

“He’s changed completely. It’s like he’s become a different person. They said it’s one of the aftereffects of the accident, something that could easily happen. Maybe… it’s like a defense mechanism. He decided to change in order to survive. Taeshin.”

How could I hate you? Even the pain you didn’t have to endure was all because of me.

“I don’t hate you.”

“… What?”

Taeshin’s movements, rubbing Han’s swollen groin against his buttocks and nibbling his earlobe, suddenly stopped.

“I… don’t hate you.”

“…”

Taeshin held Han’s chin with his fingertips, turning it towards him. Han’s large eyes were swollen with tears.

“Why do you keep crying?”

“…”

Taeshin’s eyes narrowed. He was observing closely, but there was nothing particularly unusual or anyone he had met. What had caused such a change in mood?

Han looked up at Taeshin with tearful eyes, like he had met someone he had longed for for decades.

Taeshin felt another unfamiliar emotion rising within him.

Humans fear what they do not know. They create constellations to make sense of the stars that rise in the same places, overlaying stories to romanticize their ignorance and fight against it.

It seemed that behind Han’s incomprehensible behavior was something he should not know. He wanted to understand, but it felt as if something deep within was blocking him from knowing.

Taeshin’s senses were exceptionally developed. It was as if he had the ability to sense dangerous situations in advance.

Yet, inexplicably, his senses were triggered in front of this small, frail man. They sounded warnings like a siren, repeatedly indicating danger.

Ignoring the ringing in his ears, Taeshin lowered his face and kissed Han.

He pushed his tongue into Han’s soft, tender lips. Han had several rough spots in his oral mucosa, a result of his habit of biting when in distress. Taeshin explored every corner of Han’s mucosa with his tongue.

His smooth tongue stirred inside Han’s mouth, manipulating his teeth. The wet sounds of their tongues entangling stuck to Taeshin’s ears.

Han, feeling as if the ground he stood on was collapsing, leaned against Taeshin’s body.

After ending the kiss by sucking on Han’s lower lip with a smacking sound, Taeshin lifted Han with both hands, supporting his neck and the back of his knees.

Han, embraced by Taeshin, was carried upstairs to the second floor. It was a room with a huge bed. Taeshin climbed on top of Han’s body, which was laid on the soft mattress.

Facing Han, who looked up at him with an intense gaze he had never seen before, Taeshin warned him.

“Are you sure?”

“… Yes.”

Taeshin began to melt Han’s body with more care than usual. He took his time with his hands and lips, melting Han’s entire body until it became soft and pliable like cartilage.

The deep insertion that followed did not hurt at all that day.