#066
Yechan’s voice, trembling from struggling to suppress his anger, was endlessly low. Jiwoon wanted to shut Yechan’s mouth.
“For it to be a conversation, words should sound like words. What kind of conversation is it when you’re just spouting nonsense?”
Yechan stared intently at Jiwoon’s face. His inscrutable eyes wavered.
Nonsense? Yechan chewed over Jiwoon’s words. Though distorted, this was a kind of confession for him. He was pleading for Jiwoon, even if in a twisted form.
With that thought, the sorrow and old love-hate that had been racing inside him mixed together.
Why won’t you understand? After abandoning me like that, after tormenting me, why. Why do you only get angry at me? When you’re the one who made me like this.
All kinds of ugly emotions covered Yechan’s mind in black. The impulse for self-destruction became even more fierce.
Yechan succumbed to his emotions. He couldn’t endure it anymore.
“Jiwoon.”
Yechan spoke with pitch-black eyes. At the sudden use of his name, Jiwoon raised his clenched fist.
Yechan looked straight into Jiwoon’s eyes. Yechan’s blood-stained lips kept moving.
“If I had really treated you like a whore, I would have raped you from the moment this door closed.”
At those words, Jiwoon’s breathing stopped.
“And you’re the one who treated someone like a whore. That’s what you did to me… After eating everything you wanted and throwing me away, what are you saying?”
Sticky soot dripped from the end of Yechan’s words. Only then did Jiwoon realize. Yechan wasn’t simply asking him to comfort his heartbreak.
This was revenge. It was the price for the complacency of assuming it would have been nothing, that he would have been fine. His error in being optimistic about Yechan’s condition was painfully clear.
Goosebumps ran down Jiwoon’s spine. At the same time, the emotions he had been avoiding until now were clearly revealed. It was the emotion he had desperately pretended not to know whenever it suddenly surfaced.
He was scared. He felt like he wouldn’t be able to bear it the moment he gave it a name.
But the words that came from Yechan’s mouth grabbed the emotion by the hair and threw it in front of Jiwoon. Jiwoon looked at the guilt that had been thrown before him.
“Ha…”
Jiwoon covered his eyes with his hand. High school student Seo Yechan, who had followed him so well. He was in front of Jiwoon.
He couldn’t look at that face. At the same time, weights began to be placed on the scales in Jiwoon’s heart.
On one side went Yechan’s revenge and his own guilt, the price called comfort and the resulting misery. On the other side went the neglect and sadness about Yechan’s impending debauchery.
Eventually, Jiwoon placed the last remaining weight on the scales. Love. Really, fucking hell, it was a magical weight that offset any other weight.
The scales tilted in an instant. Fuck, it’s karma. The price for running away without properly tying the knot had returned.
In the end, Jiwoon decided to bite the end of the knot and walk into the limbs himself. Having made his decision, Jiwoon took off his clothes. At Jiwoon’s bare skin revealed before his eyes, Yechan’s face contorted.
Not leaving a single thread, Jiwoon, who had stripped off all his clothes, embraced Yechan’s neck and kissed him. Yechan’s coat dropped with a thud.
Only after showing everything down to the bottom, his brilliance that finally gave his body was bitterly terrible.
“Open your mouth.”
Jiwoon said after separating their lips. Only then did Yechan realize he had been clenching his teeth the whole time.
When he relaxed the strength from his jaw, Jiwoon pressed his lips against him again. Jiwoon, who had opened his mouth and entered, familiarly rubbed the tender spots.
Yechan looked into Jiwoon’s mineral-like eyes while mixing tongues. Pleasure easily ignited.
Jiwoon lowered his lips along Yechan’s neck.
“Ha…”
Yechan let out a low sound and tilted his head. Jiwoon sank his teeth into Yechan’s collarbone.
Jiwoon’s lips, which had sucked hard on the flesh touched by his tongue, bit Yechan’s earlobe. At the wet sounds that kept ringing, Yechan’s below swelled beyond measure.
Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s buttocks hard and buried his lips between Jiwoon’s neck and shoulder. Their anger and emptiness were being converted into pitch-black excitement.
“Ah…”
Soon their heated breaths mixed once more. Yechan, who had pushed Jiwoon into the room, turned on the light. After knocking Jiwoon down on the bed and throwing off his clothes, Yechan deeply sucked Jiwoon’s nipple.
Jiwoon, who pushed up his waist and gripped Yechan’s hair, rubbed his cock against Yechan’s stomach. The steadily building pleasure was thrilling.
Is this what you wanted? It was a question he didn’t know if he was asking himself or Yechan. For a moment, Jiwoon, who had chuckled, pulled hard on the hair of Yechan who was sucking his chest.
Yechan’s head lifted. Yechan’s frowning lips glistened wet with saliva.
“Gel.”
Yechan took out gel from the nightstand. Jiwoon, who had grabbed the gel, pushed Yechan aside and climbed on top of him.
Standing on his knees, Jiwoon pushed wet fingers inside himself and bit his lower lip. Jiwoon’s eyes looking down at Yechan from above were cold.
The number of fingers making wet sounds and stirring inside increased. Yechan still watched with a frown.
It was beautiful. It was hateful. Yechan hated himself so much for making Jiwoon like this.
“Ah…”
Jiwoon, who blinked slowly, trembled with familiar pleasure. At that sight, Yechan unconsciously inhaled.
His lower abdomen tingled at the excitement that had risen on his white face. Jiwoon, who spread his fingers while exhaling under the pressure, had melted gel dripping from his private parts onto Yechan’s stomach.
Unbearable desire surged up. Yechan bit his lips. Because of being hit by Jiwoon, there was a deep taste of blood.
“Seo Yechan.”
At the different form of address than usual, Yechan’s chest throbbed. Jiwoon, who had been breathing heavily, pulled his fingers out from below.
Jiwoon, who lifted his waist, positioned himself over Yechan’s fully erect cock. He growled while making Yechan’s cock bump against his entrance.
“Close your eyes.”
At Jiwoon’s words, Yechan furrowed his brow. Jiwoon looked coldly at Yechan who wouldn’t close his eyes, then soon lowered his body. Yechan’s cock pushed into Jiwoon.
“I’ll comfort you.”
Jiwoon reached out and covered Yechan’s eyes. When he lowered his waist with a thud, Yechan tilted his head and moaned.
After trembling and barely catching his breath, Jiwoon continued speaking.
“Think of someone you like while you fuck.”
Yechan’s heart tore apart.
I fucking love you, you piece of trash. When Jiwoon, who had muttered that to himself, removed his hand, Yechan was crushing his lips hard and keeping his eyes tightly shut.
Jiwoon, who stared for a moment at that face that seemed to be desperately enduring something, soon lifted and lowered his waist, beginning to thrust the cock inside himself. When he placed his hands on his thighs and leaned back, his eyes naturally faced the ceiling. Above Yechan, who gripped his waist and continued the act, Jiwoon swayed endlessly.
The intercourse continued tenaciously. Throughout it all, Yechan didn’t say a single word.
Jiwoon, who had been face down receiving Yechan’s cock, eventually trembled and ejaculated. Yechan gripped Jiwoon’s waist and made him lift his buttocks again.
Yechan, who held Jiwoon’s waist that kept trying to sink down with both hands, stirred Jiwoon’s inside even more roughly. Ahh, agh, ugh. Sounds kept leaking from Jiwoon’s open mouth. Even while thrashing about, Jiwoon didn’t say to stop.
Then he seemed to fall asleep for a moment. When he opened his eyes, Jiwoon was still swaying beneath Yechan.
The bright light visible behind Yechan was dazzling. Somehow he had no sense of time. Jiwoon lifted his eyelids that kept trying to close and looked at Yechan’s eyes.
His chest throbbed at those eyes that seemed empty and unfocused. It must be hard. Jiwoon felt like he was facing Yechan’s bare face for the first time.
How fucking awful it was to harbor an unrequited heart – Jiwoon knew this better than anyone. Because he loved Seo Yechan. And the Seo Yechan he loved was in unrequited love.
We’re both fucking miserable. Jiwoon, who had suddenly laughed as if sobbing, wrapped his arms around Yechan’s neck. When he gently kissed and coaxed him, Yechan ejaculated not long after.
Jiwoon helped with Yechan’s aftercare, gently licking his lips before falling away. He was tired.
Jiwoon, who had been panting, fell fast asleep as soon as Yechan pulled himself out. Yechan looked at sleeping Jiwoon’s face for a long time.
“Sob…”
Tears poured down from Yechan’s eyes. Suppressed sobs leaked through his teeth.
After a while, Yechan, who had gotten up, quietly headed to the bathroom.
At the last moment, he hated himself for making Jiwoon take off his clothes with terrible words. Shame and regret flooded in.
But at the same time, he was relieved. Yechan was glad for Jiwoon’s decision. It was a despicable emotion.
As soon as he recalled Jiwoon’s words about being a toy, about not pretending to know him, tears poured out again. Yechan, who had slumped under the shower, slowly continued his thoughts.
Jiwoon was different from him. To Lee Jiwoon, Seo Yechan was someone who didn’t need to exist. The possibility of their hearts connecting converged to zero again.
And if that was the case… he had to hide it.
It’s better this way. An excuse to definitely hide his feelings had been created.
Seo Yechan who liked someone other than Lee Jiwoon. It was an unimaginable proposition, but if he could keep at least Jiwoon’s body by his side with that, Yechan could pretend as much as needed.
No, precisely, he had to be able to. Because in the end, that too was Lee Jiwoon.
Even just one piece was good. Even pity was fine. Yechan wanted Jiwoon.
That day, Lee Jiwoon lost to love.
And Seo Yechan won only by hiding his love.
Author: Hyacinthus B
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