Chapter 8 (1/1)

Two days. It had been two days, and that’s for how long Seungri had been wondering almost every minute what could possibly have happened to Jiyong. Ever since that day at Youngbae’s party, the other man had been different. He was colder towards him, he spoke without meeting his eyes and worst yet, he hadn’t touched Seungri ever since that night. Except if you count the occasional passes of the skin when he passed him the newspaper in the morning— or the brush of the hand when they passed each other. Never has it been this awkward between the two men. He remembers the first time they met. Seungri hated Jiyong so much that he could still remember the adrenaline that rushed when he spat into the other’s face. He couldn’t believe how someone could be so inhumane, to treat another human being, someone who has complete rights over his own body, as an object to satisfy his every demand. He’d called Jiyong names, all kinds of names that he could get out of his head and learnt in his 20 years of life. Up till today, he still laughs at the ridiculous names he’d shouted into the young heir’s face. Their first night. Seungri had struggled and fought the other man on their first night together—and it had taken a busted lip, a scratched chest, and a kick in the shin for seungri to finally give in. That was also the one and only time Jiyong had hurt him. His hands had been tied above his head with Jiyong’s belt, Seungri shuddered at the memory. His legs were spread wide then, hard hands gripped his hips painfully, and the extreme pain that burned in his ass as the other buried himself into him for the first time was excruciating. The younger man had cried out at the intrusion as his hole tore and blood mixed with milky essence. It was a nightmare. Jiyong had not paid any attention to his discomfort at all—the hard thrusts just kept coming and coming, each plunge dived deeper and harder until it hit something deep inside of him. Seungri had cried out, but it puzzled him, because it felt good. The stimulation was so intense and the pleasure vibrated from his groin and up his spine. Heat gradually started pooling at his lower abdomen. Seungri bit his lip to stop from crying out as he felt his erection start growing. The other man had laughed at him then and Seungri had never felt such humiliation in his life before. Hatred and pleasure battled for dominance but not long after, he released a strangled cry the same time he saw stars. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he trembled with anger. And things became much more complicated since then.  Each night with Jiyong gradually became easier for Seungri— the humiliation that slapped viciously onto his esteem was slowly ceasing to exist. It took lesser and lesser struggle, until finally there came a day when he instantly reacted to Jiyong’s touches. He moaned when the elder put his hands on him, grunted when his hard cock was teased and licked—he cried out in desperate plea when Jiyong thrust right into him. Struggles turned into a frantic need for the other’s touch, and humiliation became desire…  Seungri was surprised himself, at how fast things had progressed, at how quickly things changed between them. He no longer cowered from Jiyong’s touch and instead, he craved for it. He wanted Jiyong so much that he didn’t even mind that one time when the young heir took him right against the main door of his house. And it was on this particular day, that the younger man finds himself feeling rather warm. This baffled him because the winter chill was coming at full force. It was also on that particular winter night, when snowflakes were raining down on their heads as they walked through the park that it happened. Jiyong’s hands brushed his and electricity sparked from where their skin touched—Seungri knew that was it. When hatred morphed into love… Life had been rather difficult for him ever since. It was pain and bliss, then hot and cold, and contentment. The pain in his heart when he knew Jiyong will never love him. The bliss he felt whenever Jiyong is around and near him. The red hot inferno that engulfed his body, overwhelming his sense of control as Jiyong claimed his body and soul. The coldness that encased his heart as Jiyong always leaves him after the sex, only to come back into the room after he’d fallen asleep. And the contentment of just being able to be a part of Jiyong’s life. It doesn’t matter anymore if Seungri had any chance with him—all that matters is that he gets to be with him. Even if he’s only a pet who only existed whenever the young heir sought pleasure, Seungri doesn’t mind. “I love you.” Seungri blurted out and Jiyong stiffened across the dining table, opposite of him. His hands gripped the newspaper he was reading and he was stunned, wide eyed, at the younger man’s abrupt confession. Seungri held his breath as he waited for an answer, not entirely believing that he’d spoken his thoughts aloud.Jiyong blinked as he stared blankly at the bulletin, not daring to meet the other in the eyes. He cleared his throat and swallowed. “I—I think I have something urgent I need to see to.” He stood up too fast and pushed the chair back with the back of his knees. The legs screeched on the marble floor, and the sound was a deafening siren in the silent house. Jiyong turned to stalk towards the exit and reached for the doorknob just as a hand grabbed firmly onto his wrist. “I love you.” The voice was soft and meek yet at the same time full of determination and certainty. Jiyong turned to meet a pair of earnest round eyes. “Seungri—“ The rest of his sentence was cut off as warm lips covered his. Seungri locked his arms around the other’s neck as he brought his lips hard against Jiyong’s. There was nothing sensual about the kiss, just a hard firm press of lips against lips. Jiyong’s head slammed against the door behind him at the surprisingly huge amount of force when the smaller man had literally jumped onto him. He felt arms clinging to him and for once, he didn’t know where to place his. The lips attacking his gentled and sucked on his lower one, “I love you.” Then, like an alarm of reminder, Jiyong tensed—his body, a rigid standing pole. He raised his hands and pushed against the other’s chest, hard. Stunned, Seungri staggered at the force and stared back at the young heir. “Ji—“ “Don’t—“ The younger man saw the emotions swirling in the other’s eyes and thought he saw among those depths, that there was pain and a tinge of tenderness. “Please,” He took a step forward only to have Jiyong taking a retreating step back. The elder bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly before he turned abruptly. Yanking the door open, he stalked out of the house. “Jiyong!” Seungri called out as he chased after the other man. Tears welled up in his eyes as he regretted his earlier confession. He shouldn’t have… no… He should have just kept his thoughts to himself— to be contented with being around Jiyong and not hope for more. He should have just left their relationship at where it was and— “SEUNGRI NO—“ Jiyong turned when he heard the deafening screech of rubber. His eyes widened in horror when he saw an oncoming car coming at high speed. Nonononono. It hurts. But it’s a different kind of hurt. It wasn’t like the usual ache in his heart, but a sharp pain in his ribs. He felt breathless, and the last thing he saw before his world went black was the face of the man he loves—and Seungri let his remaining strength be focused on mustering a smile. He’ll be all right. “I couldn’t pull him back in time. The car came too fast…”