Unhealthy - Chapter 1

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Chapter 1. Prologue

The darkness spread beneath the moonlight was deep and distant like an unfathomable abyss.

It was a landscape as if the shadow of merciless despair had quietly swallowed the world.

Rain began pouring without warning, violently striking the window.

The coldly spreading sound of rain echoed through the vast space. Each time lightning split the darkness, a wet woman’s silhouette momentarily gleamed with a blue tint.

The woman straddling the man’s body brought her moist lips close to his ear.

“Is this why you brought me into this house? To covet me with such filthy acts.”

Whether from the rain or from being unable to contain her surging emotions, the woman’s chin was trembling.

The rising sound of rain and the thunder that ceaselessly split the sky and rang in their eardrums seemed to reflect the chaotic fate of the two people.

“Hae-yeong.”

Taejun’s voice was low and calm, but within it lay a chilling warning.

“Speak properly.”

“Hypocrite…”

A tear that had formed at the tip of loosely upright Hae-yeong’s chin dropped onto the man’s bare chest.

“You deceived me with words about saving me, you dirty pervert who only wants my body.”

The corner of Taejun’s lips curved into a cold line.

He leisurely grasped her wet hair in one hand and whispered low.

“So you were deceived?”

“Gi Taejun. You want money too, don’t you? Approaching me pretending to like me, trying to take everything from me.”

Taejun gently stroked Hae-yeong’s hair. The gesture held a strangely languid intimacy.

“What would I do with that petty money? I have plenty of ways to make money without that.”

The lips touching her cheek were hot.

She wanted to touch him, wanted to be held by him madly.

Hae-yeong hated Taejun for making her hurt like this.

“You’re bound to cling to me anyway.”

Taejun, who was beneath her, sat up and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back. In the eyes looking down at her, only cold possessiveness remained.

“So behave yourself. Don’t act up unnecessarily.”

The domineering sentence that Taejun uttered in an affectionate voice froze Hae-yeong’s heart.

“If you let go of my hand, you’ll die.”

Flash, lightning split the darkness again.

Gi Taejun was someone who knew that threats were the most powerful weapon to bind humans.

In the eerie silence, the smile that had spread across Taejun’s face slowly disappeared. At that chilling change, Hae-yeong felt her spine tingle.

“You should stake at least one most precious thing. Whether it’s your body or your future.”

Taejun’s last words scattered through the air like a sharpened blade.

There was only one reason why he didn’t treat her, whom he had raised like a hothouse flower, with only kindness.

Because he knew all too well that cruel threats and deadly warnings were the only way to keep her by his side.

The fact that she had no choice but to cling to Gi Taejun to survive among all those people trying to kill her felt like it was strangling her neck.

Her feelings toward Taejun didn’t stem solely from the desperate instinct to struggle for survival.

Her feelings toward him were deeper, more sinister, and complex.

So the only thing she could do was enter hell, since she couldn’t achieve anything as she wished. Into the hell that was Gi Taejun, her first love and her dream.

Her heart, which had been filled with anger and vengeance, still beat painfully whenever she faced Taejun.

In the messily tangled emotions, she decided not to deceive herself anymore.

“I’m going to have you.”

Hae-yeong’s voice was tangled with resentment, desire, and the last remaining faith.

She wasn’t certain this was the right choice.

But it was clear that if she backed down, she herself would ultimately be broken.

That’s why to survive, no, to protect even one lifeline, she had no choice but to take Gi Taejun’s hand.

“My having Gi Taejun is my choice. So your words about staking something precious are completely invalid.”

The smile slowly spreading across Taejun’s lips was clear mockery.

“You think you can have me?”

“I won’t give anything…”

You’re going to offer yourself to me. It’s not me offering myself.

Though she knew it was futile resistance, Hae-yeong clearly conveyed her feelings.

Taejun tilted his head slightly. Then he let out a low laugh.

He firmly grasped Hae-yeong’s chin and stared straight at her.

“Then try it, let’s see.”

Taejun’s coldly sunken voice pierced low and sharp into her ear.

Though a gleam flashed in Taejun’s eyes that met hers in the flickering light, Hae-yeong didn’t waver. No, she couldn’t waver.

She unconsciously drew in a breath. But forcing her trembling heart to calm down, she shook off his hand that was cupping her face.

“So you’ll have to endure me.”

Hae-yeong’s voice was low, but the determination contained within was sharp like a keen blade.

She slowly leaned toward Taejun. Due to the narrowed distance, Taejun’s breath seemed about to reach her.

She couldn’t prove it with words.

Hae-yeong met his gaze directly and gently pressed her wet lips against Taejun’s. Her eyes were both resolute and precarious.

As soon as the soft flesh touched, Taejun firmly grasped the back of Hae-yeong’s head and pressed down. His touch held her tight and wouldn’t let her go.

The moment their lips parted and their breaths tangled, Hae-yeong instinctively knew she had crossed a line from which there was no return.

The roughened breathing shook her heart wildly, and the ice-cold touch tried to completely dominate her mind.

Unable to gauge whether it was twisted love or burning desire, Hae-yeong embraced his nape more strongly.

Taejun ruthlessly devoured her.

His kiss wasn’t simple contact, but an intense expression of desire that seemed to swallow her entirely.

Hae-yeong didn’t define Taejun’s obsession with their relationship as love.

Gi Taejun surely had something he wanted from her.

Though anxiety that Taejun might take everything from her at any time strangled her throat, she couldn’t let go of his hand.

Because she wanted to live. Because letting go of even this hand would be no different from being abandoned alone in the world.

Hae-yeong’s hand clutched Taejun’s shirt. Like someone desperately, earnestly grasping a lifeline just before death.

As their roughened breathing filled the darkness and intertwined, Taejun was driving her into deeper confusion and longing.

Hae-yeong’s lower lip disappeared into Taejun’s mouth as if being sucked in, then slowly returned to its place.

She clumsily thrust her tongue first, but even that made her flushed face look excessively lewd.

Taejun found Hae-yeong’s ignorant physical advances disagreeable and pressed her even harder.

“Acting like you know something when you’ve never done it properly.”

Clear mockery was embedded in his calm voice.

“…”

“Don’t act so pathetically. Being vulgar doesn’t suit you.”

Taejun lightly grasped her chin and lifted her head.

At their directly meeting gazes, Hae-yeong’s blue eyes trembled faintly.

At his attitude of not wavering at all—no, rather pressing harder as if annoyed—Hae-yeong bit her lips and rebelled shallowly.

At that half-hearted defiance, Taejun’s lips rather twisted upward.

“So now you’re going to try being vulgar.”

Unlike him, Hae-yeong couldn’t stand the composure remaining on Taejun’s face.

Now that she had lost too much to run away, if she would be beaten to death by taking even one step beyond the line, she had to fight back instead.

“You’re getting cocky because I’m being lenient.”

Though prickly, the touch of someone who was always affectionate was particularly persistent today. As his fingertips climbed up her nape, her will cracked like thin glass.

“Having trouble knowing your place?”

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