FH 1.9
A strange sound echoed through the dim room.
Rubbing his eyes in his sleep, Won-hyeop rolled over. As he moved his hand under the covers, he felt Ji-su’s bare buttocks. Cookie, who had been sitting by the bedside waiting, licked his face frantically. Pushing Cookie’s head away, Won-hyeop wiped his face with his forearm.
Lying naked with his back turned, Ji-su was weeping silently. The strange sound echoing in the room was the sound of Ji-su’s sobbing.
Still half-asleep, Won-hyeop kneaded Ji-su’s buttocks.
“When did you wake up?”
His voice was husky, so he cleared his throat and slid his hand between Ji-su’s legs to touch his scrotum and penis. Thanks to the satisfying sex from the night before, his body felt refreshed.
Checking the time, it was three minutes before the alarm was set to go off. Feeling reluctant to leave, he hugged Ji-su’s back. His arm was pressed against the sharp shoulder blade, so he shifted his position and touched Ji-su’s nipples.
“Why are you so sad from the morning? It makes me not want to go to work.”
He wished the soft, plump flesh of the back would wrap around his arm, but he felt nothing. He sucked on Ji-su’s tear-streaked eyes and [visit our site]kneaded his buttocks a few more times before getting out [visit our site]of bed. As the covers were pulled away, a dark red penis was revealed; it was so long and thick that it rested heavily across his thigh.
Ji-su couldn’t stop crying, but Won-hyeop didn’t care and yawned.
“I only got two hours of sleep.”
As Won-hyeop left the room naked, Cookie trotted along after him.
Left alone, Ji-su covered his face with the blanket and stifled his cries. He had woken up before dawn and had been crying ever since, meaning he had been weeping for over a full hour. His stomach, chest, and between his legs were sticky with Won-hyeop’s semen. His rear was swollen, creating a feeling of foreignness, and the abdominal pain was severe.
As he continued to sob quietly, Won-hyeop soon approached the room in a shower robe, shaking out his hair.
“Ppoyani, wake up and see me off. Mister is going to work.”
Won-hyeop entered the room and lifted the blanket. When Ji-su covered his body with his arms, Won-hyeop inspected the bedding. Thinking it needed washing, he picked up Ji-su’s clothes from the floor and took them out. After leaving them in the laundry room and returning to the room, Ji-su was lying naked and solitary on the bed.
“It’s been a while since I had fruit instead of bread, so come out, brew some coffee, and slice some fruit.”
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su’s [unauthorized copy]arm and pulled him up. Staggering as he sat up, Ji-su pulled his knees up to hide [Read on Read BL Novels]his genitals and choked back tears.
“Please, huff, sob… give me my clothes…”
Won-hyeop wiped the tears from Ji-su’s eyes with his hand and brought them to his mouth. After licking them off, he spoke slyly.
“We fucked all night, so what are you so shy about? Come out naked.”
Won-hyeop left the room first and headed to the kitchen. He drank a glass of water and waited, but Ji-su did not emerge from the room. Standing with his hands in his trouser pockets, he stared at the bedroom door, and Cookie stared at the door along with him.
Checking his wristwatch, Won-hyeop raised his voice.
“I don’t have time. Come out quickly.”
The sobbing in the room stopped, and Ji-su emerged into the hallway, covering his genitals with both hands. His hesitant movements were amusing, while his nakedness made Won-hyeop’s mouth water. He felt it was a pity there wasn’t enough time to have sex before work.
“Please, clothes, huff, ugh, give them to me, sob…”
“Wow, just…”
Won-hyeop frowned and bit his lip because Ji-su was hesitating as he headed toward the laundry room to get his clothes.
“You’re going to get it. Come here now.”
Tears dripping down, Ji-su walked into the living room naked. Even though there was no one to see him, he hunched his shoulders deeply as if ashamed. His body was like a thorn, making his gait look bizarre.
“Do you know how to use this?”
Won-hyeop hugged the waist of the approaching Ji-su and pointed to the coffee machine. Certain that Ji-su wouldn’t know, he kneaded his buttocks while demonstrating.
“Fill the water here first, then open this and put in a capsule.”
After showing him how to brew the coffee, Won-hyeop licked Ji-su’s cheek and said,
“From tomorrow, brew it yourself.”
Then he dragged Ji-su toward the refrigerator. Ji-su was dragged along hesitantly, clutching his genitals tightly [visit our site]with his hand. His eyelids were so swollen that he couldn’t open his eyes properly.
“This is the fruit section. Pick a few and slice them onto a plate.”
Won-hyeop pushed Ji-su’s hand away, playfully tugged at his penis, and then headed to the living room with the coffee. He sat on the sofa and opened his laptop. Cookie lay down beside him.
Sobbing, Ji-su washed his hands and took fruit out of the refrigerator. His hands were shaking so much that it was hard to hold the knife properly, but he forced himself to slice the fruit. Because the tears wouldn’t stop, he repeated the cycle of wiping his eyes, slicing fruit, and wiping his eyes again. He finally put the sliced fruit on a plate and went to the living room, covering his genitals with one hand. With every step, the abdominal pain intensified, making it impossible to straighten his back.
Receiving the plate, Won-hyeop set down his coffee cup and picked up a fork. Touching Ji-su’s buttocks, he said with satisfaction,
“Since our Ppoyani prepared breakfast, I feel like today’s work will go well.”
Won-hyeop took a bite of the apple that Ji-su had sliced unevenly. He then added, as if praising him,
“Slice it prettier next time. Your face is pretty, so why do you slice fruit like a rat chewed on it?”
Won-hyeop picked up a piece of apple and held it to Ji-su’s lips. However, Ji-su choked back a sob and pulled his head back.
“I’m, huff, ugh, I’m okay…”
In the middle of crying, Ji-su covered his buttocks with one hand. With wide, teary eyes, he looked at his own buttocks with a panicked expression. Semen streamed down his thigh. A clump of semen, about the size of a fingernail, plopped onto the floor.
“I’ll wipe it for you, so turn around.”
Won-hyeop pulled out a tissue and pulled Ji-su toward him. As he turned him around and wiped his thighs and buttocks, the tissue became sticky and wet. Because it had been inside his belly, the semen was warm. The red, swollen hole was damp, and it puckered every time the tissue touched it.
“I only poked it for a bit yesterday, but it’s opened up quite a lot. I bet a fist could fit in there.”
Bending down to look into Ji-su’s crotch, Won-hyeop wiped him thoroughly and then pressed the tissue into Ji-su’s hand, signaling him to go throw it away.
“It doesn’t stretch out just because you fuck a lot, so don’t be scared. It’ll tighten up soon.”
Cutely, Ji-su quickly turned around and covered his genitals with both hands. He was trying not to show his buttocks.
While admiring Ji-su’s naked body, Won-hyeop finished the plate of fruit. After drinking all the coffee, he brushed his teeth in the bathroom and headed for the entrance. When Ji-su remained standing in the living room, hesitating to follow, Won-hyeop jerked his chin, and only then did Ji-su follow.
Putting on his shoes, Won-hyeop gave a satisfied smile to [unauthorized copy]Ji-su, who stood side-by-side with Cookie. However, even after [Read on Read BL Novels]the shoes were on, Ji-su only sobbed and did not give him a kiss.
“You should rub your lips against mine.”
Won-hyeop leaned his head forward, but Ji-su only trembled his shoulders as if terrified and couldn’t kiss him. Feeling frustrated, Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su’s head and smashed their lips together. He sucked on his lips violently enough to make Ji-su’s body sway back and forth before pulling away.
With Ji-su’s sweet saliva lingering on his lips, he licked it off and said,
“You should suck as if you’re fucking with your mouth. The back hole and the mouth hole are the same kind of hole.”
“I’ll make a lot of money, so stay home and play with Cookie.”
Won-hyeop gave Ji-su’s buttocks a firm squeeze before letting go and opening the front door to leave.
As soon as the door closed, Ji-su covered his face with both hands and burst into loud sobs. “Huff, sob, ugh…”
Crying, he gathered his clothes and a towel and headed to the bathroom.
It was after he finished showering and came out that a text message arrived on his phone notifying him that a package had been delivered. The nitrogen he had ordered online had arrived at his door. Having cried throughout the shower, Ji-su stolen contentsat on the bed with wet hair and shed more tears. A moment later, he heard the sound stolen contentof the front door opening and closing. It was Jong-bae. Cookie stayed by Ji-su’s side, staring blankly at the door. Soon, Jong-bae called from the kitchen.
“Hey, come out and eat!”
Ji-su rubbed his eyes and stood up. When he went into the living room, rice, stew, and side dishes were set on the kitchen table.
“Get checked after you eat. The medicine too.”
Jong-bae glanced at Ji-su’s red eyes and went to the living room to turn on the TV. Cookie took a spot under the table, intending to watch Ji-su.
Sitting at the table, Ji-su picked up his spoon and spoke toward Jong-bae.
“Thank you, ugh, sob, for preparing the meal…”
Jong-bae acted as if he hadn’t heard.
Ji-su ate his meal, unable to stop crying. Today was the last day of his life. Tomorrow at this time, he would be lying in a hospital mortuary.
Crying, he emptied his bowl and set down the spoon. When he brought a nutrition pack from the room and [Read on Read BL Novels]drank it, Jong-bae came to the kitchen to [Read on Read BL Novels]check the unauthorized copyrice and soup bowls. He checked the nutrition pack by shaking it upside down.
“Fine. Clean up.”
Sobbing, Ji-su did the dishes. As if reacting to the sound of crying, Cookie stayed close and rested his chin on Ji-su’s arm. After finishing the dishes, Ji-su went into his room, cried for a long time, and then put a muzzle and leash on Cookie. When he went out to the living room, Jong-bae was eating fruit and watching TV.
“Ugh, sob, I’ll… go for a walk…”
Because the abdominal pain and feeling of foreignness persisted, Ji-su walked with a hunched back, waddling toward the entrance with Cookie. After circling the residential complex a few times, he headed to a pet supply store at the intersection in front of the complex. There were various toys, treats, feed, and clothes on display, and looking through them one by one was quite a task.
Though Ji-su trembled at the cost of the taxi fare, he didn’t hesitate to buy expensive beef jerky treats. Instead of pulling the leash to look around here and there, Cookie stayed by Ji-su’s side and quietly looked around.
Leaving the store, Ji-su returned home with Cookie while crying. Jong-bae was lying on the sofa, snoring in his sleep. After wiping Cookie’s paws at the entrance, Ji-su went into his room and opened the jerky treats. Excited by the rustling sound of the bag, Cookie stared at the jerky as if possessed.
“It’s a gift, sob, ugh…”
As he took the jerky out of the bag and handed it over, Cookie lunged and tore into it. While Cookie ate the jerky with loud, delicious munching sounds, Ji-su touched his own stomach. He felt as if he had gained weight and his belly had protruded.
Overwhelmed by sorrow, he lay face down on the bed visit our siteand cried silently. When Cookie finished the jerky quickly and scratched at the bag with his front paws, Ji-su gave him one more and put the rest in a drawer.
Exhausted from crying, he fell fast asleep and woke up several hours later. The smell of stew boiling filled the house. Jong-bae called from the kitchen for him to eat lunch, so he left the room with Cookie. Feeling a stinging sensation between his butt cheeks, he felt with his hand and could tell through his underwear that the hole was swollen.
Having eaten rice and medicine in the morning and made up for the lack of sleep with a nap, he felt strength in his body. However, that fact brought a great sense of melancholy.
When he sat at the table, the same menu as breakfast was served. As his eyes reddened, Jong-bae spoke.
“The housekeeper is coming by two-thirty, so eat whatever she prepares for dinner.”
Jong-bae sat opposite Ji-su, intending to eat lunch with him.
Wiping his tears, Ji-su waited for Jong-bae to pick up his spoon first and asked,
“Are you… staying here until evening?”
“Why would I want to stay here? I’ll leave after eating.”
To fulfill his duty, Jong-bae asked lightly,
“You’re not going out, right?”
Ji-su swallowed his tears and nodded. When the meal ended, he brought a nutrition pack and drank it, just as he had in the morning. Jong-bae left the rice and soup bowls on the table and went to the sofa, so Ji-su washed all the dishes, including Jong-bae’s. Jong-bae soon turned off the TV and grabbed his car keys and phone. Seeing him head for the entrance without saying he was leaving, Ji-su saw Jong-bae off with Cookie.
“…Goodbye.”
He bowed his head in greeting, but Jong-bae left the house without responding.
Ji-su stood before the closed front door, listening to Jong-bae’s footsteps, and then headed to his room. He waited for about ten minutes, as Jong-bae could return to retrieve something he had left behind. After ten minutes passed, he changed his clothes. The phone and clothes Won-hyeop had bought him and the nutrition packs from the hospital were strictly his belongings, but he took none of them.
The time was 1:40. As he headed for the entrance, Cookie followed.
Ji-su put on his shoes and hugged Cookie. The silent, unfamiliar house and the terrifying Won-hyeop. The cold Jong-bae. Cookie was the only one he had grown attached to while staying here. Though he was a speechless animal, Ji-su felt a deep sense of gratitude.
“…Stay well, Cookie.”
After petting Cookie’s head, Ji-su hurriedly opened the front door and left.
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Jang-ho, who was staring at the computer monitor, checked his phone at the sound of a vibration. He narrowed his eyes.
The text was from the new housekeeper who was supposed to arrive today. The housekeeper said the house was empty. He immediately opened the CCTV app. In the video, the housekeeper was looking around the yard with Cookie. The guest room where Ji-su had stayed was empty. He checked all the other rooms, but it was the same.
Feeling puzzled, he called the housekeeper.
“I’m calling after seeing your text. You just arrived at the house, right?”
[Yes, I texted you as soon as I arrived.]
“I understand. I’ll look into it and call you back.”
After hanging up, Jang-ho called Ji-su. He assumed Ji-su had gone out, but Ji-su didn’t answer. The ringing continued until he eventually hung up.
Without doing something like calling a second time, [Read on Read BL Novels]he checked the CCTV covering Won-hyeop’s front [unauthorized copy]yard. While rewinding the footage, he discovered Ji-su leaving the house about an hour ago.
A suspicious thought occurred to him instantly. His intuition kicked in, and he checked the home CCTV installed in Ji-su’s villa. His prediction was not wrong. Ji-su was at his own home. However, something strange was caught on the screen showing the villa’s living room. Ji-su was moving a long-shaped gas cylinder into the house. Perhaps it was too heavy to move alone, as he sat down to rest for a moment before finally hauling it inside. Then, he began to clear the living room.
The reason Jang-ho hurriedly stood up from his seat was that Ji-su, having cleaned the living room, prepared a long rubber tube, tape, and a plastic bag, and lay down on the mattress. Due to this ominous behavior, Jang-ho approached Won-hyeop’s office and knocked.
On the CCTV screen, Ji-su connected the rubber tube to the mouth of the gas cylinder and put a plastic bag over his head. The CCTV quality was good, so his face was clearly visible; his cheeks glistened under the ceiling light. He was crying.
Hearing Won-hyeop’s voice from beyond the office door, Jang-ho quickly opened the door and entered. He spoke to Won-hyeop, who was sitting in the Chairman’s seat.
“I think you should see this.”
Jang-ho approached Won-hyeop and held out his phone. Won-hyeop, who had been in a good mood since morning, asked with a faint smile on his lips,
“What is this?”
“It seems student Ji-su returned to his villa before the housekeeper arrived. I believe he is attempting suicide.”
Won-hyeop raised an eyebrow and the smile vanished from his face. However, the frightening tone of Read on Read BL Novelshis voice was not because he was surprised by the fact of Ji-su’s suicide attempt.
“He went back to the villa?”
In his haste, Jang-ho spoke quickly.
“I confirmed him leaving the house around 1:40. It seems Jong-bae had clocked out before that.”
Jang-ho knew nothing about suicide using gas, so he kept his eyes on the phone screen.
“I will report it to the police using my phone, and to avoid unnecessary noise later, I will make up a story regarding his relationship with student Ji-su.”
Won-hyeop watched the real-time CCTV footage in silence. His expression gradually hardened into coldness. He felt a sense of betrayal from Ji-su. In the video, Ji-su completely covered his head with the plastic bag and wrapped tape tightly around his neck. It was a grotesque sight.
“So he left the house without my permission and without telling me?”
He thought it must be because of him. If it was because he felt fucking wronged by being raped, he could understand.
Beyond betrayal, anger slowly surged. Thinking that Ji-su must have planned this in his head while seeing him off Read on Read BL Novelsthis morning made him feel disgusted. No, even before that, he must have had this in mind while [stolen content]obediently slicing the fruit. Who did he think he was, just because he spread his legs.
“You go. Go and bring Ji-su back to my house.”
Handing the phone back to Jang-ho, Won-hyeop added in a warning tone,
“And don’t call the police or 119. Nothing.”
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A faint smell of burning lingered in the house.
Lying on the mattress with a black plastic bag over his head, Ji-su felt his neck with his hand to check if the tape was well-attached. Nitrogen was leaking from the rubber tube inside the plastic bag.
Fortunately, the rubber tube and the plastic bag were firmly fixed by the tape. After confirming it was completely sealed, he let both arms limp onto the mattress.
Sobbing, he took a deep breath. He hoped he had used the correct method.
The vibration of a phone could be heard from beyond the plastic bag. A call was coming through. [stolen content]It was a [unauthorized copy]few minutes later when he began to run out of breath. He closed his eyes and waited, trying to steady his trembling heart, but [stolen content]his throat gradually tightened and his chest felt constricted.
Gasp, gasp. He forced air into his lungs with ragged sounds, but the suffocating feeling in his throat only intensified. With his head inside the airtight plastic bag, sweat beaded on his nose and around his eyes. As he became unable to breathe, dizziness washed over him. He knew he had to endure it to die, but instinctively, he began to resist.
“Guh, ugh…”
He suppressed his groans, but his hips bucked involuntarily as if he were struggling. The vibration of the phone, which had stopped, started again. He clung to the mattress with his hands, trying to hold on, but he felt as if his entire body were becoming paralyzed. His heart raced frantically, and a suffocating terror overcame him. It was different from what he had seen on the internet. They said he could die as if falling asleep.
He quickened his respiration to inhale more nitrogen. But in the next moment, instinct took over, and he tore open the tape on his neck. It wouldn’t come off easily, so he bolted upright and clawed at it with his fingernails. Heugh, hugh, ha… Urgent sounds escaped his lips. He tore the plastic bag halfway to pull it off his head, flung the rubber tube aside, and shut the valve of the nitrogen tank.
“Huuugh, haaa…”
After a long bout of hacking coughs, he collapsed onto the mattress and wailed loudly like a small child.
He had torn the plastic because he was weak. If he had endured for just one more minute, he would have lost consciousness. He could not forgive himself. A surge of desire to hurt himself rose up. Wiping his tears with his sleeve, he impulsively grabbed the cutter knife lying on the floor.
As he sliced deeply into his left wrist, a bolt of pain surged through his entire body. Without hesitation, he sliced again and again—two, three times—and droplets of blood splattered onto the floor. He continued to cut with force until the skin gaped open, and blood stopped merely dripping and began to pool on the yellowish linoleum floor. Through the open skin, yellow fat was visible.
He felt heat and a throbbing pulse emanating from the lacerations. The pain became unbearable, making it impossible to cut his wrist any further. He set down the cutter knife, crawled to the sink, and grabbed a can of F-Killer insecticide. As he sprayed it into his stolen contentmouth, [Read on Read BL Novels]a sickening, acrid chemical filled his oral cavity with a shhh sound. Nausea surged, and he broke into a fit of coughing.
Clang, roll. He dropped the F-Killer and writhed his body, retching.
“Bleegh…!”
Whatever he had eaten for lunch poured out onto the floor. It felt as if his stomach were shrinking and compressing. His face flushed bright red, and his ears felt muffled.
As he continued to retch, the phone, which had stopped, rang again. With eyes blurred by tears, he looked at the phone. The caller’s name came into view.
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Chairman Jo Won-hyeop
The vibration stopped, and a message arrived.
Chairman Jo Won-hyeop
Answer the phone.
2:34 PM
He burst into tears. He felt a piercing sense of resentment. He wanted Won-hyeop to remember the fact that he had died in such a miserable way.
He crawled back to the mattress and lay down. A trail of blood from his wrist stretched from the sink to the mattress.
His whole body trembled violently, and he vomited on the floor again. Because of the F-Killer chemicals clinging to the root of his tongue, saliva gathered around his mouth like foam. With great effort, he put the torn plastic bag back over his head and inserted the rubber tube inside.
He turned on the nitrogen gas and tore off some tape, wrapping it around the bag. His vision was blocked, but he could clearly feel the blood from his wrist soaking into the chest of his T-shirt. Various parts of his body hurt as if they were on fire. All sorts of pain stormed through him simultaneously.
“Guh, hugh, uuu…”
He gripped the plastic bag with both hands to prevent the nitrogen from leaking and closed his eyes tightly. His body shook uncontrollably and violently, but he did not let go of the bag.
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The car rattled loudly as it crossed a speed bump. After parking in front of the villa building, Jang-ho grabbed his car keys and phone and got out. He walked quickly across the villa’s recycling area and entered the building. A faint smell of burning permeated the interior.
He climbed the stairs and arrived in front of Ji-su’s Read on Read BL Novelshouse; instead of knocking, he turned the doorknob. To his surprise, the front door, which he expected to be locked, opened easily.
Stepping hurriedly into the house, Jang-ho froze at the sight before him. The entire place was smeared with blood. Ji-su was lying on the mattress with a plastic bag over his head, his body trembling violently. His entire left arm was drenched in blood. There were traces of vomit in front of the sink, and a blood-stained cutter knife and a can of F-Killer lay scattered on the floor.
Without hesitation, he rushed in and pulled Ji-su into a sitting position. Whether he couldn’t grasp the situation or not, Ji-su only trembled terrifyingly like an aspen leaf. When Jang-ho peeled off the tape and tore away the plastic, Ji-su’s face was revealed, his cheeks and forehead mottled with tears and sweat.
Half-conscious, Ji-su’s eyes were out of focus as he breathed raggedly. He puffed out his chest and twisted his head as if in pain. Bubbling foam had gathered at the corners of his mouth.
“Guh, hugh… ugh…”
Jang-ho examined the left arm, but he couldn’t tell exactly where the blood was flowing from. He judged that calling 119 was the right move, but he could not disobey Won-hyeop’s orders. He knew Won-hyeop was likely watching this situation via CCTV.
Thinking he first needed to stop the bleeding, he looked around the house. However, it was impossible to find gauze or bandages immediately.
“Do you have any gauze or bandages in the house?”
He leaned his face close to Ji-su and asked loudly, but Ji-su could not answer.
Jang-ho looked around the living room and approached a stolen contentchest of drawers. He kicked [stolen content]away a cockroach crawling on the floor and checked the drawers one by one.
He went out to the veranda and searched the storage closet at the end. Whether it was a stroke of luck or not, there was a first-aid kit covered in a thick layer of dust. Upon opening it, he found bandages. He could not find any disinfectant.
Returning to the living room with the bandages, he took a towel from the drying rack and wiped Ji-su’s arm. Once wiped, a gruesome wound covering the wrist was revealed. It wasn’t just a few shallow cuts; he had sliced until the flesh gaped, exposing the inside of the skin.
He didn’t believe that wrapping a bandage over an unsterilized wound was the correct treatment. He racked his brain for another solution, but his judgment grew clouded. No matter how experienced he was as a secretary to a gang chairman, he was no expert in this field. It was difficult to remain composed when facing Ji-su, who had hacked his own wrist with a cutter knife and attempted suicide using gas.
Instead of underestimating the severity of the situation, he thought of Gyeong-jin. He had coldly cut off Gyeong-jin’s interest in Ji-su, so he was being incredibly shameless, but right now, a doctor’s advice was more desperate than anything else.
However, the moment he was about to call Gyeong-jin, a message arrived from Won-hyeop.
Chairman
I’ve moved the meeting up by two hours. I’ll leave work at four, so send Jong-bae to the company on time. Monitor Ji-su until then.
2:46 PM
Jang-ho hurriedly wrapped a bandage around Ji-su’s wrist. The bandage became soaked with blood almost instantly, so he wrapped it thickly in three or four layers. Then, he sent a reply to Won-hyeop.
He wiped Ji-su’s mouth, which was a mess of vomit and saliva, and checked his body for other injuries. Seeing no other obvious wounds, he shook Ji-su’s shoulder and spoke loudly.
“I’m going to the pharmacy. Stay put.”
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While the secretary was organizing his bag, Won-hyeop stared at his phone. Normally, he should have been watching the CCTV footage installed at his residence, but what he was seeing now was the CCTV screen of Ji-su’s living room.
Ji-su was still lying on the mattress just as he had been hours ago, and Jang-ho was staying by his side.
With a deep frown etched between his brows, Won-hyeop’s breathing gradually became heavy. As he checked the messages Jang-ho sent every 30 minutes in real-time, he reached a point where it was difficult to suppress his anger.
Jang-ho explained that Ji-su was refusing to return home. He had vomited about four times, and while he had regained consciousness, he was unable to get up and move, and his wrist had been sliced due to self-harm. The bleeding had stopped, but it seemed he must be taken to a hospital at least once.
Only one thought filled Won-hyeop’s mind.
That Ji-su had escaped his control.
Taking his bag from the secretary, Won-hyeop ignored the secretary’s parting words and left the office. He walked down the long corridor, took the elevator, and descended to the underground parking lot. Jong-bae, who was waiting, quickly opened the rear door.
Having heard the state of affairs from Jang-ho, Jong-bae could guess Won-hyeop’s mood and moved more briskly than usual. He closed the rear door swiftly yet carefully and climbed into the driver’s seat.
Won-hyeop spoke shortly in a rigid voice.
“Go to Ji-su’s villa.”
And he said nothing else until they arrived. The reason he went himself instead of having Jang-ho drag Ji-su back was that his emotions were too heightened to go home and wait quietly. As soon as the car arrived at the villa, he got out on his own before Jong-bae could open the door. Jang-ho’s car was parked in front of the villa building.
Jong-bae quickly followed and entered the building with him. When they reached Ji-su’s house and Jong-bae promptly opened the front door, Won-hyeop strode inside.
As soon as he entered the living room, Ji-su, lying on the mattress, came into view. He was wearing a blood-stained T-shirt and had his eyes closed. A bandage was wrapped around his left arm. His complexion was ashen, and sweat glistened on his neck and forehead. He was in a wretched state, but Won-hyeop didn’t care; he approached and grabbed Ji-su by the collar. Jang-ho bowed his head to Won-hyeop and stepped far back.
“Get up.”
Ji-su managed to open his eyes, but he couldn’t look at Won-hyeop properly.
Won-hyeop violently hauled Ji-su up. Staggering as he was held by the collar, Ji-su made wheezing sounds as if his voice were gone.
“Why are you acting on your own?”
Won-hyeop stared intensely at Ji-su with a fierce gaze. An uncontrollable, powerful urge for dominance surged within him.
“Are you that resentful that you slept with me?”
Ji-su frowned as if in pain. Lacking the strength to swallow properly, saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth, yet he couldn’t even close his lips.
Given Ji-su’s history of suicide attempts, Won-hyeop should have considered more fundamental reasons, but his sense of betrayal was so great that he made a misplaced assumption.
“You would have slept with someone eventually anyway. It just happened to be me, and you’re so resentful about that you’re going crazy?”
“…Ugh, hugh…”
“Did you know or not that I liked you?”
Won-hyeop gripped Ji-su’s collar even more tightly. Because he felt deceived by Ji-su, rage flickered in his eyes.
“Answer me.”
He shook him by the collar, but Ji-su did not answer. He only shed tears, sobbing inwardly.
“Answer me in three seconds. If you don’t, you’re dead.”
Rage was evident not only in Won-hyeop’s eyes but also in his breathing.
“One, two, three.”
Without waiting for an answer, Won-hyeop took off the ring on his right hand and slapped Ji-su across the cheek. As Ji-su fell to the floor from the blow, Won-hyeop grabbed his collar and hauled him up again.
“Do it. Answer.”
As Ji-su’s shoulders shook with sobs, Won-hyeop slapped his cheek three more times in succession. With his cheek swollen, Ji-su covered it with his hand.
Won-hyeop brushed his hand away and slapped him again. Because he held the collar so roughly while striking, Ji-su’s T-shirt was pulled up, half-exposed. With his stomach revealed, Ji-su tumbled backward and hit the back of his head on the mattress.
Without hesitation, Won-hyeop slapped the fallen Ji-su’s cheek again. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the house.
“Answer me. Did you know how I felt, or not?”
With his cheek and cheekbone now swollen, Ji-su couldn’t even open his eyes properly due to the swelling.
Won-hyeop kicked the unresponsive Ji-su in the stomach. He felt the heel of his shoe catch on a rib, but he kicked violently again. Ji-su curled his body into a ball and lay on his side, groaning.
“Huuugh…”
Under normal circumstances, he would have been terrified and given the answer Won-hyeop wanted, but not now. Having survived miserably without dying, he could not maintain his sanity. He couldn’t fully feel fear or pain.
Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su’s hair [stolen content]as if he intended to rip his scalp [unauthorized copy]off. Instead of grabbing Won-hyeop’s [visit our site]arm or resisting, Ji-su simply shed tears helplessly.
“You dare deceive me?”
Indignant, Won-hyeop cast a chilling gaze at Ji-su. The eyes that had looked at Ji-su with disgusting desire for the past few days were now bulging with extreme rage. Even as he beat Ji-su brutally, he didn’t even consider the possibility that Ji-su would seek legal recourse for the assault. If he were reported to the police and the name of the Myeongshin Group was dragged through the mud, it would be entirely his loss, but he didn’t weigh that possibility for a second.
“Did you think I was a joke because I liked you?”
It was no exaggeration to say that Ji-su had been his greatest interest lately. Because all his attention had been focused on Ji-su, it was even harder to control his anger.
“I told you clearly. You can’t go anywhere now. But who gave you permission to try and die?”
Slipping his ring back on, Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su by the collar and dragged him up. Then he headed for the entrance. As he was dragged along, Ji-su finally found his voice.
“Please, stop, ugh, hugh…”
Jang-ho grabbed Ji-su’s phone and followed Won-hyeop out. Jong-bae followed last and closed the front door.
Won-hyeop roughly dragged Ji-su, who couldn’t walk straight, down the stairs. Since Ji-su was wearing a blood-stained T-shirt and his face was a wreck, stolen contentit would be problematic if [Read on Read BL Novels]they encountered anyone. However, Won-hyeop [Read on Read BL Novels]descended the stairs without hesitation, as if he were proud.
After leaving the villa building, they went straight to the car. He flung the rear door open, shoved Ji-su inside, and climbed in after him. Jang-ho immediately headed to his own car, and Jong-bae quickly took the driver’s seat.
Their destination was Won-hyeop’s house. As Jong-bae stopped the car in front of the main gate, Won-hyeop grabbed Ji-su by the collar and dragged him out. The stitching of the T-shirt’s collar snapped with a pop, exposing Ji-su’s clavicle and bare shoulder, but Won-hyeop didn’t blink as he dragged him inside the gate.
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