“At least you know you deserve to be hit.”
At Do-ha’s sarcastic voice, Hui-myeong opened his eyes. He was adjusting the fit of the jacket he’d just put on.
He’d gotten scared like a child again. How humiliating. No matter how well Do-ha treated him, his nature conditioned by violence couldn’t be helped.
“I’m leaving first. After you rest a bit, Section Chief Kim will come pick you up. Your clothes are in the closet, come at the right time later.”
“……”
So he’d even prepared clothes. Listening silently to the explanation, Hui-myeong soon lowered his head without saying anything. Do-ha had deliberately told him on the wedding day. Whatever foolish thoughts Hui-myeong had, it was to completely tie his feet down.
He really didn’t want to go to the wedding venue. The anger still bubbled unresolved inside him. If he ended it like this, he’d really be dragged to the wedding hall, but Hui-myeong’s last remaining pride wouldn’t allow that.
“Get up. You need to see me off.”
Do-ha’s voice had somehow become much softer. It was rare for him to ease the atmosphere first. Since it was an important day today, he probably didn’t want to cause problems either. Even knowing he should be careful at times like this, Hui-myeong wanted to flip the table right there and then. He didn’t care about others’ mockery, but Hui-myeong himself couldn’t bear the shame.
As a 10-year lover of the groom attending that place, as if to deceive his bride who would receive people’s blessings, wasn’t something a human should do. This was purely because of Do-ha’s separation anxiety. Without any justification, just his terrible obsession that he had to keep Jung Hui-myeong in front of his eyes even at his own wedding venue.
“I don’t want to.”
Hui-myeong squeezed out his last bit of courage.
“What?”
Do-ha, who had been holding back as much as possible, changed expression as soon as he heard his answer. Blue veins stood out on his forehead and his eyes sharpened like a predator’s.
“I said I don’t want to. I really don’t want to go to your wedding! Why should I go! I said I won’t run away! Why do you have to drag me to a place like that, euk!”
Smack. Unable to finish his words, Do-ha’s palm flew across Hui-myeong’s face. Though it was clearly a palm, his entire head tingled as if he’d been punched. Right, this was the real Do-ha. When his mood was touched, love or whatever meant nothing—he’d hit with all his might. Hui-myeong’s eyes instantly turned red and tears finally burst out.
“Huk! Why did you hit me!”
Hui-myeong shouted in a tear-soaked voice.
“I told you to stop, didn’t I? You should be grateful I’m going easy on you, but you can’t even hold back? Why? You want me to beat you to a pulp so you’d rather not come to my wedding? Should I make you like that?”
He took off his watch and threw it somewhere, then roughly grabbed Hui-myeong’s hair. Even with his hair grabbed, Hui-myeong glared without backing down.
“Fuck, keep your eyes straight, will you?”
His cheek burned hot as he was struck again.
“Aah!”
This was always the problem. When hit once, he should bow down immediately, but each time, Hui-myeong would be more stubborn and attract more beating.
With the fierce slapping, Hui-myeong’s body flew and he collapsed on the floor. Because of what he’d endured all last night, the strength easily left his legs. Too dizzy for his bones to ring, he couldn’t fight back anymore.
“Hah, fuck. Let’s stop here, Jung Hui-myeong. I won’t go easy anymore.”
Do-ha caught his breath while calming his emotions and picked up the fallen watch.
“Huk huk……”
Hui-myeong burst into remaining tears with his shoulders shaking.
Even knowing it would look pathetic to sit on the floor and cry like this, the tears wouldn’t stop. All of this was too grievous. Having his life mortgaged to someone who held him passionately all night saying he loved him, then slapped him in the morning; even his own patheticness in comforting himself that he hit him because of love and concern.
If he really loved him, would he leave the person he loves crying so miserably before his eyes? Because Do-ha’s emotions had to be love, Hui-myeong brainwashed himself into thinking he loved him too. But deep down in one corner of his heart, he always harbored doubt. Would someone truly in love make their partner this miserable?
Hui-myeong couldn’t say for certain either. In his life, “true love” was something that only existed in legends.
“Put a cold compress on it, apply medicine, and come. Get rid of all the swelling.”
Do-ha calmly put his watch back on as if he hadn’t just hit him. The way he neatly adjusted his jacket and shirt felt even more heartless. Fucking bastard. Bad bastard. He resented him for even slapping him to make him come to the wedding. His whole body trembled and tears flowed down his burning cheek.
Hui-myeong wiped his eyes and opened his mouth with difficulty.
“You know I’m doing everything the family tells me to do to stay with you, and that’s why you’re getting married, but that doesn’t make me less upset or make it okay. That’s just it. That’s not a reason why I should be hit for having those feelings.”
Hui-myeong raised his head while firmly suppressing his grief. This was sincere. At least he hoped Do-ha, as the person involved, would understand those feelings, which made it even more sorrowful.
Despite his desperate explanation, Do-ha looked down at him with an expressionless face. As their eyes met, tears welled up again.
Bitter love-hate. To Hui-myeong, Do-ha wasn’t just someone he was forced to give his body to. In a world without his mother, he was a guardian, a lover who never let his attention waver for even a moment, and his only friend.
Watching him marry another woman with that composed face was too cruel. Afraid of growing distant, he wanted to leave.
Not wanting to show any more weakness, Hui-myeong gritted his teeth and wiped away his tears. Then Do-ha’s face, which had been maintaining a cold, expressionless mask, began to twitch little by little.
“Haa……”
After letting out a deep sigh without a word, Do-ha raised his wrist to check the time again. He furrowed his brow once, then lifted Hui-myeong up from where he had been collapsed on the floor. Since he was only wearing a robe after his shower, as soon as the knot in the middle was undone, his bare skin was fully exposed.
“Wh-what are you doing!”
Hui-myeong screamed in panic, but Do-ha paid no attention and kissed him while kneading his buttocks. Hui-myeong’s body tilted backward and touched the dining table.
“The, the clothes, they’ll get dirty.”
Hui-myeong broke away from the kiss and urgently hit his shoulder. No matter how much of a dog in heat Do-ha was, this was too bewildering a turn of events.
“Have you ever seen me care about clothes?”
Do-ha pressed down firmly on Hui-myeong’s shoulder with a scoffing look and unzipped his pants.
The member that had tormented Hui-myeong all night was already loosely lifting itself up. At the sight of the menacing thing, even his tears fled. Crazy bastard. A real crazy bastard. It seemed like he’d gone at it until the skin was raw, yet he was coming at him as if it were the first time. Setting that aside, he’d been crying and fighting and even slapped him just moments ago, yet he couldn’t tell where the hell he got aroused from.
“Get it hard.”
Do-ha lightly stroked his member that protruded from his drawers that tightly wrapped his lower body as he added.
“Aren’t y-you going to be late?”
Hui-myeong asked while looking at the glans glistening with veins taut. Far from needing to be hardened, it was already hard enough that it could ejaculate with just a few sucks. Did even my pathetic crying on the floor give him sexual stimulation? Despite having mixed bodies to exhaustion, he was newly impressed that Do-ha still got aroused at such trivial things.
“I have about ten minutes. So suck it well.”
He said while checking his wristwatch once more. The watch he’d received as a wedding gift would likely exceed the price of a luxury foreign car. Even the symbol of marriage that should be sacred, Do-ha would toss aside, complaining it was uncomfortable when hitting Hui-myeong.
If there was one thing Hui-myeong had learned in 10 years, it was that Do-ha’s anger could be mostly resolved just by receiving sex well. This time too, if Hui-myeong resisted, he’d be beaten to a pulp and unable to attend the wedding, so he had to be careful.
Just endure for 10 minutes. Hui-myeong closed his eyes and took the member in his mouth.
“Hng, fuck.”
As soon as the moist inside of his mouth wrapped around the thing, a faint curse burst from Do-ha’s lips. Hui-myeong forgot he was crying and opened his throat to take the member deep inside. His throat was a bit swollen from swallowing too deeply yesterday, but he couldn’t let it show. After swallowing it to the root and wrapping it up with his tongue several times, Do-ha pulled up his arm as if unable to hold back and turned his body around. They were still in front of the dining table in the hotel living room.
Do-ha grabbed his buttocks with one hand and thrust the hardened glans between his ass cheeks.
“Huk!”
As soon as flesh touched, a pained moan burst from Hui-myeong’s mouth.
Thanks to being tormented all night, the hole was swollen and puffy. As the thick lump of flesh pushed its way in again, it felt like the tender mucous membrane was being crushed.
“Ugh, hnngh!”
“Hold onto the table properly!”
As he flinched trying to avoid the pain, Do-ha’s voice rose sharply. Not much time left until 10 minutes. Hui-myeong consoled himself and hugged the edge of the table as if it were a life preserver.
