# Chapter 20
‘What do you know about me.’
‘What is the Devil Apex? What is the School Gang Association! It’s all useless to me. You understand?’
‘Yet you know nothing about who I really am….’
Fuck.
Pyeonghwa cursed under his breath as he looked at Haejin, who had been lying motionless like the dead for three days.
That day when the rain poured down ferociously.
After finally spilling his hidden true feelings—something completely unimaginable for someone who was an Apex ruling over gang members, the cold and flawless Thousand-Year Prince—Gu Haejin ultimately collapsed, unable to endure the pain. Now his chest rises and falls with regular breathing, but someday that breath will be cut short and stop completely.
Gu Haejin is dying.
Unable to control his anger, Pyeonghwa finally stormed out of the room.
True to being the son of a wealthy family, Pyeonghwa’s house was extremely large. Despite living alone, it was well over 50 pyeong (approximately 1,650 sq ft) and was very stylish with luxurious furniture and interior design. As the son of one of the major conglomerates driving South Korea, Pyeonghwa grew up wanting for nothing. Additionally, with his perfectly proportioned, admirably handsome appearance that people said was crafted by God himself, plus his incredible fighting skills befitting the Creator of Cruelty who leads the #1 ranked gang—Kim Pyeonghwa was a cheat character who could get anything he wanted.
Yet there was one person he couldn’t possess.
The one person he desperately craved but couldn’t have his way with was Gu Haejin. Ever since he began wanting him.
And now that person is dying.
The first person Kim Pyeonghwa had ever set his heart on is dying.
“Are you… awake?”
“…Y-yeah. Hahah.”
When Pyeonghwa returned to the room much later, Haejin was awake. It was the morning of the third full day since he collapsed. Leaning against the pillow and just blinking his eyes, he smiled.
So fucking pretty, damn it.
“Grinning like an idiot.”
He had never been good at speaking kindly. Kim Pyeonghwa was always like this. Despite wanting that guy so badly, he acted arrogantly, unable to be honest.
When he brought a thermometer and checked Haejin’s temperature, it was 37.6 degrees. He had barely returned to the normal temperature range. It was still a high reading, but much better compared to the 40 degrees when Pyeonghwa first laid Haejin on the bed and measured.
Fortunately, your fever has gone down.
“Yeah… it has.”
……
Pyeonghwa silently stared at Haejin. Already thin, he’d become even thinner from being sick. Yet his lovely face remained unchanged. The upturned eyelashes as if flirting, his uniquely pitch-black eyes that shone brilliantly, his straight nose, and above all, those blood-tinged lips that seemed insanely sweet… Surely your lips taste even more exquisite than I imagine. He wanted to push him down right away.
He moved instinctively. Pyeonghwa approached the bed where Haejin was half-lying and placed his hands on the bed, trapping him between his arms. Perhaps startled by the sudden closeness, Haejin covered his mouth with both hands, pretending not to be flustered. It looked quite adorable.
“You always drive me crazy.”
“What…”
“Acting so cold all the time, but occasionally being so cute like this.”
Simultaneously, he kissed Haejin’s eye. A small sound of ‘smooch’ was heard. Seeing Haejin’s startled expression with eyes wide open, Pyeonghwa’s body instantly heated up. Haa… This is maddening.
“Fuck. I can’t control myself.”
“Y… you…! Youuuu!!”
“I held back from doing it on your lips.”
“What did you say?!”
“Go wash up so I can finish.”
Smirking at Haejin, who had rabbit-like eyes, Pyeonghwa headed to the dressing room to get clothes for him to change into.
He was not the type to say empty words.
The moment he faced Haejin, Pyeonghwa could only see his lips. He wanted to taste them quickly. He wanted to lick and suck those lips until they were swollen, mess up that small mouth with his tongue. He felt like he was about to go into heat.
After placing clothes in front of the bathroom where the sound of the shower could be heard, he felt that Haejin should eat something, so he asked the housekeeper to prepare porridge that wouldn’t burden his stomach. When he entered the room with a tray of neatly prepared abalone porridge, Haejin was back in bed, looking fresh.
The exposed collarbone beneath the large shirt and the snow-white thighs revealed below the pants.
Haejin was much more sensual than he had imagined. Fuck… Narrowly avoiding dropping the porridge bowl, Pyeonghwa placed a small table on the bed and set down the tray so Haejin could eat comfortably. When he scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Haejin’s lips, he made a somewhat sulky expression. Pyeonghwa simply subdued him by telling him to shut up and eat, then fed him. But Haejin seemed to still find it difficult to eat much, shaking his head after eating only a small amount.
“Can’t eat anymore?”
“Yeah.”
“Then medicine…”
Ah. He had unconsciously brought up medicine. Feeling like he’d made a mistake, he slightly frowned, but Haejin surprisingly answered quickly with an indifferent face.
“I’ll take care of the medicine myself.”
Take care of it himself…
Does that mean he’s that familiar with it? Or is he saying he’ll handle it so don’t interfere? Does Haejin realize that those words, spoken with a bright smile, seem even sadder? Pyeonghwa clenched his fist tightly.
“…If you say so.”
Though he agreed, his expression hardened, and Haejin’s expression worsened in response. Then, as if something had occurred to him, he carefully asked.
“Kim Pyeonghwa… what happened to Hanseo?”
What about that guy?
Strangely, Pyeonghwa felt irritated at Gu Haejin’s words. He knew who he was talking about. He must be referring to that Devil lackey who got beaten up trying to protect Gu Haejin that day.
Kuk-kuk… You dare mention another guy in front of me? A cruel smile began to spread across Pyeonghwa’s face.
“Unfortunately, I dumped him at the hospital.”
Despite Pyeonghwa’s sneer, Haejin seemed relieved at the mention of the hospital. However, although he seemed to want to ask more, he must have noticed the unsettling atmosphere and finally closed his mouth. Haejin had definitely changed from before. A strangely shrinking appearance. A hesitating demeanor that was completely unimaginable before…
Does illness change even his personality?
Yet Pyeonghwa’s terrifying obsession reared its head.
“Gu Haejin. Don’t mention another guy’s name in front of me.”
“What?”
“Don’t even think about other guys.”
“What does that have to do with you…”
What does it have to do with me? Kuk… Even like this?
“Because I’ll kill you both.”
At those chilling final words, Haejin’s face turned pale.
I’m serious. You mentioning other guys in front of me is unacceptable. Look only at me. Look only at me and think only of me. Because I’ve decided it’s so.
Watching Haejin trying to avoid his gaze, Pyeonghwa felt something snap within him. An uncontrollable sexual desire for Haejin boiled up. Without hesitation, Pyeonghwa grabbed Haejin’s wrist, embraced his waist, and began to savor those sweet-looking lips. Feeling the soft sensation as their lips touched, Pyeonghwa sucked and licked Haejin’s lips like crazy, filled with ecstasy. As he had thought, Haejin’s lips were sweeter than any kiss he had experienced before.
As he tapped between Haejin’s lips, seeking permission to enter, Haejin’s hesitant lips eventually allowed the invasion. As if trying to taste every part of Haejin’s mouth, Pyeonghwa’s tongue persistently entwined with his.
“Hnngh….”
Perhaps because of the rough kiss that came relentlessly, Pyeonghwa saw that Haejin was struggling and slightly parted his lips. A strand of saliva stretched between them. Haejin’s image, struggling yet awkwardly accepting, felt incredibly lovable. Honestly, Pyeonghwa wanted to go all the way with Haejin right now, but considering he was sick and already overwhelmed just by kissing, he thought it might be too difficult for him yet.
This time, Pyeonghwa gently bumped his lips against Haejin’s, matching his pace. Smooch… Chu. Like a loving couple, he cradled Haejin’s chin with both hands and kissed him more sweetly than anyone else. Pyeonghwa wished time would stop right now. He wished and wished again that this kiss with Haejin, whom he had come to desire madly, would continue forever.
His greed grew stronger. The more he looked at him, the more he touched him, the more he kissed him, the more he wanted to possess Haejin. No, he had to possess him.
For Pyeonghwa, Gu Haejin had become everything. I want to hold you like this and kiss you every day. While sucking on your juicy lips, I want to keep you completely in my arms, only by my side. I want to make you mine.
I want to do that. Thousand-Year Prince…
“Can’t you see? It’s a supplement.”
“……”
“It’s important to me, so don’t touch it carelessly.”
But reality always betrayed him.
Fuck. Supplement my ass. Are you trying to fool me with that bullshit?
Yet he couldn’t say anything in response. Every time Pyeonghwa became aware of Haejin’s illness that he wanted to forget, he tasted hell in heaven. The unacceptable reality that plummeted endlessly into the abyss pierced his back like a dagger. While trying to hide the medicine bottle labeled “painkiller” that he had found in Haejin’s bag when he briefly left his seat to change into his school uniform, Pyeonghwa felt unbearable pain each time he saw Haejin revert to his original cold personality.
Why did it have to be you? Of all people, why you?
How did Gu Haejin, who rules the formidable Devil faction ranked #2, become terminally ill… At this moment, Pyeonghwa felt an intense hatred for the bastard God. I want to kill that fucking God who made you like this.
I want to kill myself for falling in love with someone like you.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
