“When you love someone… there’s no helping it.”
“…Love?”
Seo Eui-woo murmured vaguely, his ashen pupils widening slightly. A long shadow fell over his lashes. The sharp bridge of his nose cast a diagonal shade across his pale face, giving depth to his features.
“Yeah, love… If it ends at just liking someone, that’s nothing more than childish play. The truth is, love is what makes a relationship. And love… love is something that never goes the way you want it to, not even for a single moment… Yet, even knowing that, you still can’t help but love them.”
“…”
“Eui-woo, you said you’ve fallen apart. That you feel like you’ve become a monster.”
“…”
“I’ve already broken more times than I can count… ngh.”
Back then, when he had lost the chance to teach Seo Eui-woo what love was, Jae-jin had actually wanted to tell him this—
“Even so, I have no intention of stopping. Our relationship.”
“…”
“I have no intention of ruining it either.”
“…”
“And you? Ngh, what about you…?”
Would he stop here?
Or would he destroy everything?
What would he do with this relationship?
Jae-jin’s jaw quivered violently. The nerves at his extremities were starting to go numb. The grip around his throat was tightening, cutting off the air to his lungs. Any second now, he was going to start choking. And after that, he’d probably pass out…
‘At this rate, “fainting weakling” is right… fuck…’
Jae-jin swallowed a bitter smirk at his own misfortune.
The timing was the worst. Even if he had told Eui-woo all of this when he was in a rational state, it would’ve been a disaster. And yet, of all times, he had chosen to bring it up when Eui-woo was exhausted, his power drained and unstable…
“…I.”
Amid the violent storm of psychic energy raging around him, Seo Eui-woo’s eyes gleamed with madness. The instincts of an esper were swallowing his reason whole.
“I…”
“Ugh…”
Seo Eui-woo couldn’t even let him finish his sentence. His eyes rolled back slightly before he threw himself onto Kwon Jae-jin, pinning him down.
He bit into Jae-jin’s lips, sinking his teeth in, ravaging him with frantic desperation.
The hand that had been choking his throat raked down his chest, tearing at his skin as it moved lower, stopping at the thick leather harness strapped tightly around his torso.
Strangely, the moment Eui-woo’s fingers brushed against it, the harness snapped apart with a sharp crack, as if it had been sliced through with a blade. His combat uniform was no different. Like peeling the skin off a fruit, the fabric shredded effortlessly, falling away to reveal the reddened marks left behind by the harness, pressed deep into the flesh along his ribs and just below his chest.
Eui-woo shoved his wrists beneath Jae-jin’s torn clothing, pushing inside with frantic urgency, like he was going to lose his mind if he couldn’t touch him right this second.
“…I don’t—I don’t understand. This is supposed to be a relationship? Love…?”
Seo Eui-woo pressed himself against Jae-jin’s bare skin. His sweat had cooled, leaving behind a sticky sheen. He clutched at him greedily, his hands running rough and desperate from his marked-up chest down to his waist, his voice shattering into a raw scream.
“This—this is fucking vicious!”
At the same time, there was a loud bang from somewhere nearby. Something had exploded.
A pipe must have burst. Water started seeping from the ceiling, dripping in uneven streams.
Eui-woo’s power had spiraled so wildly out of control that even the underground bunker couldn’t withstand it.
He gasped and choked, struggling to rein in the rampaging energy raging inside him. His twisted expression looked dire—if this continued, the entire bunker might collapse.
Jae-jin, barely able to breathe, reached out and tugged Eui-woo’s hand down.
“Yeah, it’s vicious. Of course it is…”
He guided Eui-woo’s hand even lower, pulling it down to rest just below his stomach.
“…Do you even remember? When I told you I wanted to kill you?”
“What, I—”
“What about when I called you a fucking bastard? A son of a bitch?”
“…”
“What about when I said you’d be pissing yourself with my cock shoved inside you? …Did you seriously think I was just holding back and letting that shit slide because I had no fucking pride?”
Jae-jin locked eyes with him, his ice-blue gaze burning.
Just from Eui-woo’s hand resting on his lower abdomen, heat flared up, spreading down to his toes. It felt like electricity was crackling beneath his skin, from the surface to deep inside.
The chaos in Eui-woo was sweeping Jae-jin up along with it.
“Love is fucked up by nature. So what are you gonna do about it?”
“Jae-jin…”
“Huh? I keep asking you—what the fuck are you gonna do?”
The truth was, there was only ever one answer.
Just like Jae-jin, Seo Eui-woo had already passed the point of no return.
It was too late to back out now.
“…Ugh.”
Seo Eui-woo, teeth clenched, tore off Kwon Jae-jin’s pants and spread his thighs. Jae-jin lay on the split floor, knees raised without resistance. Eui-woo groaned in pain, his hand trembling as he freed his erection from his pants.
His engorged, reddened member sprang out, dripping with precum. He was already leaking like an animal, a thick, milky fluid dripping from the tip. With a beastly erection in hand, Eui-woo brought it to Jae-jin, tears welling in his gray eyes.
“I… ah, ugh… I want you, Jae-jin.”
The swollen tip pressed against Jae-jin’s narrow cleft, slick with precum. Eui-woo rambled incoherently, his voice choked with emotion.
“You drive me crazy… Do you know? I want to do everything with you, Jae-jin. Date you, be in a relationship, and more…”
His angry glans throbbed, slapping against Jae-jin’s tight entrance. Sticky semen coated the area, forming a glistening thread between his tip and Jae-jin’s perineum.
“I want to do every dirty, filthy thing that makes you shiver. I want to fill your ass with my cum and swallow every drop you spill!”
“You… ah…”
“I want my scent all over you. From head to toe, every inch of you, rubbed raw with my cock. Maybe then, you’ll smell like me, right?”
“…”
“Yes, now I know. I’m a pervert, a madman! But if you accept all the crazy things I do because of love… if that’s love, then… I understand. I’ll… I’ll try.”
Eui-woo grasped the powerful, confusing emotion of love, standing at the starting line of the first timeline.
“I’ll do that crazy thing with you, Jae-jin!”
A shiver ran down Eui-woo’s spine, a certainty ringing loud and clear. He was finally approaching the essence of love, the core of the second timeline.
“I love you.”
Gripping Jae-jin’s hips, Eui-woo thrust deep inside, his erection plunging in without hesitation.
“Ah! Ahh…”
He followed the path marked by his own shape, roughly invading Jae-jin’s body.
“If it weren’t for you, Jae-jin, I would never… never do this! It’s true!”
“Ah, stop! Slow, slow down…”
“It’s because it’s you, Jae-jin! Only you! Understand?”
Eui-woo pressed his lips to Jae-jin’s chest, his upturned eyes serious and intense.
“Ugh, yes!”
Jae-jin struggled to endure the intense pressure, his body convulsing as he clung to Eui-woo’s shoulders. The relentless thrusts from the start were overwhelming, and he felt like he might pass out. Jae-jin wanted to say the same words back to Eui-woo.
“…I’m doing this… fuck! Because it’s you, Jae-jin…”
Seo Eui-woo embraced Kwon Jae-jin tightly, wrapping his arms firmly around his waist. Though already pressed closely together, they sought to close even the smallest gap between them. The distance shrinking was not physical, but emotional.
Eui-woo’s hips lifted, deepening the penetration.
Jae-jin’s mind was a blur, unable to process the intensity of their connection. He feared his entrance might tear again, but even that seemed inconsequential. A dull ache mingled with a profound sense of fulfillment that filled his core.
Amidst the chaos of the underground bunker—the cracked floor, crumbling ceiling, and burst water pipes—Jae-jin felt strangely unbothered. Even with the lingering marks of Eui-woo’s grip around his neck, he felt no resistance.
His suspended hips trembled, knees spreading wider as Eui-woo’s weight pressed down on him, opening his entire body.
“Ah, ah!”
Without realizing, Jae-jin found Eui-woo’s tongue invading his mouth, capturing his moans. Eui-woo’s tongue explored every crevice, the rough texture sending waves of pleasure through Jae-jin, making his consciousness fade.
Amidst the tingling sensation that reached his very marrow, Eui-woo’s growling, tear-streaked voice echoed.
“Yes, that’s it… Jae-jin, you love only me now. I won’t compromise on this.”
“Ugh…”
“If you ever… fuck… say you want to guide some random bastard, or love someone else, or change your mind… I’ll kill him, Jae-jin. Right in front of you, I’ll tear him limb from limb, grind him into mincemeat, and feed him to the creatures…”
