LLU 50

The moment I had feared so desperately had finally arrived.

The fact that my nightmare would unfailingly come to find me and sit right in front of me as reality.

Because I had pressed my body against his countless times, I knew even before opening my eyes. The masculine scent mixed with his cool cologne, the sharp and keenly felt presence, and above all the aura that trampled and crushed others without hesitation.

When I finally opened my eyes, my nightmare spoke to me in a calm voice.

“Hello. Did you enjoy your vacation?”

When my eyes opened, Choi Junghan’s faintly smiling face filled my vision. His smile, horrifyingly perfectly sculpted, occupied my entire sight.

I soon realized. The senses that had been so keenly sharpened right up until the moment I opened my eyes, and the recognition of Choi Junghan that came from them, were far too luxurious compared to the situation I was in.

I was bound.

“What… is this.”

My vision shook violently. I was so flustered that my head wouldn’t function properly. Breathing roughly, I tried to move my arms restrained behind my back, but it was useless. Lying on my side, I wriggled like a caterpillar, but my body only flopped forward powerlessly with a thud.

“What the hell are you doing. You fucking bastard. Let me go! Untie me right now! I said untie me!”

“You look quite lively? Just like when we first met.”

He slowly rose from the chair he had been sitting in. It was something I hadn’t seen in this room earlier. Come to think of it, the air in the room felt strange. The cozy, familiar air that had pooled here just moments ago was completely gone…

…Kim Junwoo was gone.

“You… what did you do? Kim, Junwoo—where is he? Where is he, you son of a bitch!”

My lips trembled like they were convulsing. The fear that swallowed me was greater than when I saw Choi Junghan right in front of me, greater than when I realized my hands were tied.

I was clearly screaming, yet my throat felt blocked and muffled, the sound not coming out properly. I learned for the first time that when shock is too severe, even your voice refuses to obey.

“If you came all the way to Busan, you should have eaten some sashimi, looked at the sea a bit. Then come back quietly.”

Choi Junghan took slow steps forward with a bored expression. The comfortable, cozy space where Kim Junwoo and I had just been staying was trampled and dirtied under his shoes. One step, another step. With every area he walked into, as if a dark curtain were being drawn, the memories I had first made with Kim Junwoo were being contaminated.

“You couldn’t even hold back and called another bastard. Was your back hole itching that badly?”

At the same time as his vulgar words, a precise knock knock sounded. At his calm command to come in, the door burst open. Immediately after, a figure was shoved hard into the room and collapsed onto the floor with a thud.

“No… no! Kim Junwoo!”

A wretched scream filled the room. Unlike me, whose hands were only tied behind my back, the kid had all four limbs bound. Even his mouth was gagged. His wriggling, resisting movements were fierce, but the tight restraints left him unable to budge.

Kim Junwoo’s eyes were filled with confusion, despair, and rage. How long had he been like that? While I slept unaware of anything, how terrified must Kim Junwoo have been enduring this? Thinking that made me feel like I was truly going insane. My vision flickered white from uncontrollable anger and despair.

“Untie him! Fuck, what the hell are you doing?! If you’re going to go crazy, do it only to me! Don’t do this to him!”

I wished someone, anyone, would hear this and come running. Hoping even the minbak owner would rush in, I screamed until my throat went hoarse. But aside from my shrieking voice, the minbak was eerily silent as if completely empty.

“Hurry up and untie him, you bastard! Send him out first and talk to me! Fuck, whether you fuck me or lock me up, do whatever the hell you want, just let him go!”

It felt like I was shouting alone in a vast wilderness. No matter how much I cursed or spat provocative words, Choi Junghan simply stood emotionlessly, looking down at me like an unfeeling machine.

After watching me scream at his feet for a while, Choi Junghan suddenly lowered his posture. Kneeling on one knee, he stared intently at Kim Junwoo wriggling like a caterpillar.

In that instant, the corner of Choi Junghan’s mouth curled up coldly. Without hesitation he reached out and mercilessly kneaded between Kim Junwoo’s legs. Both my eyes and Kim Junwoo’s widened at the same time.

“Mmmph, mmph!”

“Hm, not bad. It’s something my little brother who likes cock would enjoy.”

He grinned like a murderer. Then Choi Junghan jerked his hand back as if he had touched something filthy and slowly stood up.

“But Oon-ah. This won’t do. It doesn’t seem like it could satisfy you.”

“What… the fuck are you doing right now…!”

“You like it when someone digs deep inside you and messes you up, right. Until your stomach lining tears.”

He laughed out loud as if genuinely amused. His clear smile was handsome as if drawn.

“That kind of thing can’t be done with just any ordinary cock, Oon-ah.”

His tone was gentle as if soothing me. But the moment our eyes met, I felt an unpleasant chill sweep rapidly over my entire body. He was clearly smiling, yet there was no human light whatsoever in his eyes.

A terrifying premonition struck me.

Choi Junghan was angry right now. Very, very angry.

Had Choi Junghan ever been this shaken before? No matter what reaction I gave, he had only ever seen it as the wriggling of a bug under his finger. Whether I screamed, cursed, or spat. No words or gestures could make him angry; they only sexually aroused him and stoked his sadism.

I instinctively recoiled. Survival instinct took over. The realization hit me that this was not the time to keep screaming wildly. With trembling lips, I forced out the only correct answer I had to say right now.

“…Don’t touch Kim Junwoo. We… we didn’t do anything like that.”

“I know. If you had, would his dick still be attached here right now? It’d be rolling around in the sand over there.”

Choi Junghan replied indifferently. As if he knew every single thing that had happened between me and Kim Junwoo. A chilling shudder ran through me.

“But you did rub lips. Since he dared to put his mouth on what’s mine, he has to pay the price.”

He slowly turned around. From the bag carelessly tossed in the corner, what he pulled out was a pair of pliers. Lightly gripping the large tool, he lowered himself near Kim Junwoo’s feet and grinned.

“He’s a track athlete, right?”

The moment I heard those words, my breathing stopped. Goosebumps prickled all over my body like thorns. My pupils shook so violently it made me dizzy.

A soft smile spread across Choi Junghan’s entire face. That devilishly alluring smile held only one meaning.

“No, no. No, no.”

My whole body convulsed. I couldn’t control it. My body had almost gone numb, beyond my control, yet I crawled toward him with every ounce of strength I had left, wriggling desperately like a dying insect.

“That’s not it. Please. Put that down. Don’t… don’t do that to his ankle.”

I begged and begged with a sobbing voice. My vision blurred messily. I was so out of my mind I didn’t even realize tears were pouring out. If I could just stop whatever Choi Junghan was about to do, I felt like I could do anything—really anything.

“No. Please, no. Don’t… don’t do that kind of thing. Please don’t….”

“As expected, our Oon is smart. You must have realized that the usual way you talk won’t work anymore, right?”

Choi Junghan smiled as he gently stroked the top of my head where I had crawled all the way to his feet.

“What should I do. Since he’s the friend our Oon likes so much, I also want to be especially generous.”

“What… what do I have to do.”

My desperation poured down like rain. Looking up at him with my face soaked in tears, I bit my lip so hard that a salty, fishy taste spread.

Yet he showed no change in expression. He simply gazed steadily down at me as I looked up at him so wretchedly. That alone was enough to drive a person mad.

“What… what do you want me to do… huuk… tell me. I’ll do anything. Should I go back quietly? Like before… chained up in your house, huu… is that enough?”

“Oon-ah, that’s a given.”

His soft but firm voice cut me off.

“Right now I’m trying to make him pay for daring to touch what’s mine.”

“…….”

“Of course both of you will have to pay the price. You choose. Who should receive punishment in this way.”

I stared up at him blankly, speechless. His words floated around in my head like scattered puzzle pieces, not coming together all at once.

Who… should receive punishment… in this way…?

After waiting briefly for my answer, Choi Junghan soon turned his gaze away from me, who was frozen like an idiot. Soon after, the pliers in his grip were lifted.

His large hand seized one of Kim Junwoo’s bound ankles and held it firmly. Kim Junwoo, drenched in cold sweat and bound, let out muffled groans with his face turning bright red as he struggled.

And I knew. That what Choi Junghan said would not stop at mere threat. He would unhesitatingly break Kim Junwoo’s ankle. He would snap the wings of Kim Junwoo, who had run freely and powerfully like a cheetah, so he could never take flight again.

“Me… do it to me!”

My trembling, sobbing lips gave the only possible answer. No matter what he did to me and Kim Junwoo from now on, if one of our ankles had to be ruined, it had to be mine—not Kim Junwoo’s.

Two pairs of eyes turned to me at the same time. The gaze filled with tears and shaking wildly, and the predator’s gaze piercing straight through me.

“Do it… to me. Not Kim Junwoo… break… my ankle!”

“Ugh! Mmmpph!”

The kid, who had frozen in that instant, suddenly let out a suppressed scream. Kim Junwoo thrashed his head like a madman; thick veins bulged on his neck.

Choi Junghan looked at me silently without answering. How many seconds passed. With a sharp sound, his broad chest heaved once.

“What a tear-jerking friendship.”

A chill ran down my spine at Choi Junghan’s flat voice. Startled without realizing it, I shifted my gaze from Kim Junwoo to Choi Junghan.

Choi Junghan wore an unfamiliar, icy expression. His unmoving pupils, like those in a painting, were horrifying. He was even angrier now than when I had thought he was angry just moments ago.

Unlike my burning, crying, screaming, overturning rage that blazed like fire, his anger was quiet and dark like the eve of a storm. That made it all the more terrifying.

“Yes. If my little brother wants it, I should gladly do it that way.”

Choi Junghan tossed the pliers carelessly to the side. Standing up in one swift motion, he seized my left ankle and yanked it upward.

A vibration spread through my entire body like fire racing across dry grass. Unable to control my violent trembling, I met his eyes as he simply lifted one corner of his mouth in a grin.

“Try to endure it well, okay?”

The red tongue that slipped from his mouth seemed to lick his lips for a moment. At the same time, the hand gripping my calf tightened and held it firmly in place.

My ankle twisted at an unnatural force and angle. With my eyes wide open, I bit my lips until they were ragged.

And in the next moment.

Crack—a horrifying, unbelievable tearing sound struck my ears. At the same time, an unprecedented pain enveloped my entire body and burned me hotly.