By Zephyria 
Han Seung-jae took off his cumbersome wristwatch and placed it on the shelf. He then unbuttoned his cuffs and pulled his tie loose. Soon, his fingertips touched the blood-stained buttons of his vest. He cast off the suit he was wearing and stepped into the bathtub.
Inside the tub filled with cold water, Seo Yi-kyung’s body bobbed and floated. Han Seung-jae cradled Yi-kyung’s waist to lift his upper body. As he did, he stripped away the torn shirt Yi-kyung was wearing. Because it was soaked with water, it clung tightly to the skin and was difficult to remove.
With an expressionless face, Han Seung-jae peeled off the clothes that clung like scales and placed them outside the tub. On top of the suit he had already discarded, Yi-kyung’s pants and drawers were piled neatly.
“……Cough.”
Yi-kyung lowered his head and let out a series of shallow coughs. His eyes, barely open, squinted in pain. A sharp ache flared in his cheek. Soon, because of his limp hair, water brushed against the tip of his nose.
“……?”
Trying to piece together the situation, Yi-kyung looked around. Being in a wide bathtub with water streaming in from all sides, the rapidly rushing cold made his entire body tremble. At that moment, a low voice seeped into his ears.
“Are you awake?”
Yi-kyung pressed his lips tightly together to keep them from parting. He felt a stinging sensation inside his mouth.
Yi-kyung rolled his eyes, desperately trying to grasp the situation. In the morning, he had received a call from Jin Seon-yu and went to visit him, and then they had gone together to meet Ham Gyu-ho. He vaguely remembered Jin Seon-yu turning away while continuing a conversation with Ham Gyu-ho, and the figure of Kwon Gwi-jun following behind.
Then, Yi-kyung felt a strong impact on the back of his neck. Dragged into a room by an Alpha he had never seen before, he was laid down on a table.
After that, his throat was strangled, and amidst flashes of consciousness, Han Seung-jae’s cold face filled his vision. Just like now.
“Are you up?”
Han Seung-jae tilted his head, wrapping his long fingers around Yi-kyung’s chin to lift it. His deep-set eyes, sharp nose, and cold features were devoid of emotion. It sounded like a tender greeting a married couple might exchange upon waking up in bed in the morning, but in reality, it was nothing of the sort.
“S……”
Yi-kyung’s lower lip trembled so much that he couldn’t even properly utter his name. As his teeth chattered, an intense pain flared inside his tender cheeks. He instinctively curled up to his toes in the ice-cold water.
Especially since he was practically held in Han Seung-jae’s arms, Yi-kyung’s upper body curled even more than before, feeling the broad chest against his back and the large member pressing against his buttocks.
Han Seung-jae released the slender chin he had been holding and pulled Yi-kyung’s hand out of the tub. As the white hand emerged from the water, droplets fell away. He, who had been meticulously cleaning Yi-kyung’s blood-stained hand until a moment ago, spoke.
“Now you’re a bit cleaner.”
Yi-kyung’s fingers, lifted out of the tub, were rounded. Well-trimmed nails and thin, slender fingers. Perhaps because they were the hands of a painter, there was a stark difference compared to the large hand of Han Seung-jae holding them.
However, Yi-kyung didn’t have the luxury to look at that. Yi-kyung pulled his legs together and pushed himself up from the bottom of the tub with his free hand.
But Han Seung-jae wrapped his long arm around Yi-kyung’s waist and pulled him back down. The vein-bulging member scraped against the cleft of Yi-kyung’s buttocks. It felt as though it could pierce through his hole at any moment.
Just that caused Yi-kyung’s tailbone to twitch, and he murmured.
“I’m all washed. Please let me go.”
The blood had been cleaned from Yi-kyung’s hands. Moreover, the stream of water continuously filling the tub was as cold as ice.
“There’s still some left here.”
Han Seung-jae caressed Yi-kyung’s cheek with his finger. Yi-kyung’s eyes distorted. The wound on his cheek could not be washed away with water immediately. It needed time.
Swoosh— The sound of cold water pouring down echoed loudly in the bathroom. Unable to endure the cold, Yi-kyung asked.
“How long are you going to stay here?”
Han Seung-jae showed no sign of leaving. The arm wrapped around Yi-kyung’s waist didn’t budge.
Remaining quietly in his embrace, Yi-kyung belatedly realized he wasn’t looking at Han Seung-jae. Hadn’t he habitually told him to look him in the eye if he had something to say?
Eventually, with his hair completely soaked, he slowly turned his head to face Han Seung-jae.
He stared at Yi-kyung silently. Yi-kyung’s wound-covered face was reflected in those dark eyes.
“I-I’m cold.”
His words leaked out, broken by chattering teeth.
“You’re cold?”
Han Seung-jae repeated Yi-kyung’s words. Unlike before, Han Seung-jae was reacting with a lingering intensity, and Yi-kyung nodded firmly with a look of anticipation in his eyes.
Han Seung-jae swept back his hair. Yi-kyung didn’t realize that this was a gesture he made when suppressing something or exercising patience. As his body temperature dropped rapidly, Yi-kyung’s only desperate thought was to get out of here quickly.
“I want to go out.”
“You want to go out?”
As if he had finally found the answer, Yi-kyung opened his mouth to respond. However, Han Seung-jae’s hand was faster.
“I don’t think I can grant that.”
“……!”
Splash. Han Seung-jae, having fully turned Yi-kyung’s body, grabbed his thighs and spread them wide.
Pushed by the current, Yi-kyung ended up practically mounted on Han Seung-jae’s hips, and the member that brushed past his perineum poked and prodded at the entrance of his hole.
Yi-kyung’s upper body leaned forward, and he grabbed Han Seung-jae’s shoulders with both hands. Han Seung-jae’s eyes narrowed.
He lifted Yi-kyung’s chin and licked the red, swollen cheek with his tongue. His tongue persistently moved toward the neck. Yi-kyung let out a shallow cough. Even so, the movement of Han Seung-jae’s tongue did not stop.
Cough. It wasn’t just because the water filling the tub was cold. It was because the feeling of being captured still remained strongly. As if to erase those traces, Han Seung-jae’s tongue obsessively circled around the neck.
He pressed himself against Yi-kyung while holding his buttocks wide open.
Yi-kyung’s thighs twitched. Perhaps because they were in the water, the member easily parted the skin and pushed inside, widening the hole. Yi-kyung felt a chilling sensation, as if water were filling his stomach.
When he tried to lift his hips, Han Seung-jae gripped his waist tightly and slammed his cock in. His voice flowed out gloomily.
“The smell is still disgusting.”
Han Seung-jae felt his blood run cold upon receiving the report that Yi-kyung had gone in another car. Moreover, when he saw him struggling beneath someone else, it felt as if something had snapped.
And now that he actually saw him, rather than being angry, his blood boiled as if nothing had happened. Even while in this tub. While his whole body was freezing, he had to suppress the urge to spread Yi-kyung’s thighs and ram his cock in as if tearing the hole apart.
It was an incomprehensible emotion. Whatever it was, none of it made sense.
Yi-kyung’s face and neck were full of wounds. Among the things Han Seung-jae showed interest in, collected, or possessed, nothing had ever been this scarred. He wouldn’t even look at such things. Yet, Han Seung-jae could not suppress the lust he felt for Yi-kyung.
“……Ugh.”
Yi-kyung let out a groan as the member pushed inside, stretching his hole to the limit. The water that suddenly entered his mouth tasted of blood. It seemed the wound inside his mouth had opened.
Han Seung-jae grabbed the back of Yi-kyung’s neck and pulled him down. He looked at Yi-kyung’s scarred cheek and licked it slowly with his tongue. The tip of his tongue lingered as it moved down to the chin.
“If you come back with things like this on your body one more time, know that I’ll lock you up at home.”
Han Seung-jae’s tongue moved from the chin to the neck, and then back to the cheek. Even as he licked or sucked the wounds, he thrust his cock mercilessly.
Yi-kyung’s waist surged out of the water and was pulled back in, his buttocks bouncing.
“Hng, ah!”
As the cock filled his depths and surged, Yi-kyung shuddered at the strange sensation. Even though the cheek and neck where Han Seung-jae’s tongue touched were painful, Yi-kyung’s member gradually gained strength and rose.
Han Seung-jae gripped Yi-kyung’s member, which was touching his lower abdomen. He caressed it with his fingers while licking the cheek with his tongue. Then, he brushed the tip of the glans with his thumb and massaged the shaft.
Splashing up and down, Yi-kyung reached his arms forward. His body trembled violently as his temperature dropped sharply. Simply because the cold water was tightening around his heart, he hugged Han Seung-jae’s neck.
He pressed his skin against the hottest, most aroused body in this place.
* * *
Staggering, Seo Yi-kyung came out wearing a bathrobe. He didn’t fall because Han Seung-jae was holding his arm. Han Seung-jae was wearing the same bathrobe.
Yi-kyung practically collapsed onto the bed. His entire body was enveloped in the white sandalwood scent.
Han Seung-jae took out his phone and made a call. A moment later, there was a knock, and Butler Do handed over a medicine box.
Returning after closing the door, Han Seung-jae’s gaze shifted downward. Lying on the bed, not only Yi-kyung’s cheek but now his lips were also pale.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Han Seung-jae flipped open the medicine box.
“Open your mouth.”
He lightly checked the contents and applied medicine with his finger to the inside of Yi-kyung’s lips, rubbing the torn, tender mucosa.
“…….”
With his lips parted, Yi-kyung struggled not to bite Han Seung-jae’s finger. Soon, the touch moved to Yi-kyung’s cheek and neck.
The fingertips of Han Seung-jae applying the medicine were cool. As if wrapping his shivering body, Yi-kyung crossed his arms.
Han Seung-jae pulled the blanket over Yi-kyung’s body and turned to leave the room.
Yi-kyung closed his eyes in the now silent room. Unlike his exhausted body, sleep did not come easily. Instead, the events from earlier kept flickering in his mind.
When he was laid on the table in the room and his throat was strangled, Yi-kyung didn’t just think he was suffocating; he thought he was going to die. And Han Seung-jae’s face came to mind. Even though he couldn’t utter a plea for help, he was thinking of him. And then, he actually appeared.
‘If Han Seung-jae hadn’t come……’
Eventually, Yi-kyung opened his eyelids. Unfinished thoughts cluttered his mind. His cheek hurt every time he turned his head, but it was manageable.
Hadn’t he acted too carelessly? It was a miracle that it ended with just this much.