Unhealthy - Chapter 32

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Chapter 32. Into the Abyss

 

When had it started falling? Cold raindrops were pouring down like thorns.

 

Her wandering steps through the rain, unable to discern where to go or even what her existence meant, didn’t last very long.

 

Hae-yeong’s arm was caught by the forceful grip that had pursued her. The impact made her feel as if she was being pushed back into devastating darkness once again.

 

She desperately struggled to escape, but it wasn’t enough.

 

Taejun mercilessly snatched up the resisting Hae-yeong and slung her over his shoulder.

 

Captured by him, Hae-yeong was brought back to Taejun’s domain that she had so desperately wanted to flee from.

 

Soaking wet, Hae-yeong was roughly seated on the sofa as if thrown there, and a towel was harshly placed over her head.

 

She tried to push his hands away, but Taejun firmly grabbed Hae-yeong’s slender wrist and twisted it.

 

When she met the intimidating gaze bearing down from above, pain surged through her as if someone was crushing her heart.

 

She wished all of this had just been a dream.

 

Hae-yeong pulled down the man’s hand that gripped her wrist and grabbed Taejun’s arm, yanking it toward her.

 

Taejun, who had always been solid and firm, helplessly followed Hae-yeong’s feeble touch downward.

 

Hae-yeong laid him down on the sofa, climbed on top of the man, and pressed against Gi Taejun’s throat as if she intended to strangle him to death.

 

“Hngh.”

 

Even though tears blurred her vision, she couldn’t bring herself to put full force into her fingertips for fear that Gi Taejun might actually die, and could only cry as if that was the best she could do.

 

Hypocrite. The worst person in the world.

 

The worst of the worst who dragged her into this hell.

 

‘Then I’m the best thing for you.’

 

He had said he was the best for her.

 

He had told her to trust only him.

 

How long did he think that false mask would last?

 

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

 

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

 

Rain that began pouring without warning beat fiercely against the window.

 

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

 

Hae-yeong, mounted on top of Gi Taejun’s body, bent her upper body and brought her moisture-laden lips close to the man’s 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 boiling emotions, Hae-yeong’s chin was trembling.

 

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

 

“Hae-yeong.”

 

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

 

“Speak properly.”

 

“Hypocrite…”

 

A tear that had formed at the tip of Hae-yeong’s chin as she loosely straightened her body dropped onto Taejun’s bare chest.

 

“A filthy pervert who deceives with words about saving me, only wanting 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 to take away everything I have.”

 

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

 

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

 

Soon, Taejun pressed his lips to Hae-yeong’s cheek.

 

Because he wanted to touch her, because he wanted to keep her trapped in his arms.

 

Because he wanted to possess even those cold eyes that hated him to death.

 

“You’re bound to cling to me anyway.”

 

Even in this moment lying beneath Hae-yeong, he felt like trash for thinking he was fortunate to have caught her.

 

Taejun sat up straight, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He looked down at her quietly and whispered.

 

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

 

Taejun knew Hae-yeong well.

 

How to possess her, what words would make her happy, and where to touch to please her.

 

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

 

Lightning split the darkness again.

 

Taejun knew better than anyone that threats were the most powerful weapon to bind a person.

 

In the eerie silence, the smile that had spread across Taejun’s face slowly disappeared.

 

“You have to bet your most precious thing too. Whether it’s your body or your future.”

 

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

 

The child he had raised like a precious flower in a greenhouse had grown up to inflict cruel harm upon him, but in reality, Hae-yeong could neither harshly curse at him nor actually strangle him to death.

 

Now that Hae-yeong knew everything, conversations became easier. Because she knew better than anyone that everyone around her only wanted to kill her for profit.

 

To survive in that harsh reality, Ahn Hae-yeong had no choice but to cling to him.

 

Taejun was in no hurry because her eyes, filled with anger and vengeance, would contain only him in the past, present, and future.

 

“I’m the one taking you.”

 

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

 

“I’m the one taking Gi Taejun, that’s my choice. So your words about betting something precious are completely invalid.”

 

A slow smile spread across Taejun’s lips. He found Hae-yeong endearing for reaching out her hand on her own without him having to pressure her.

 

“Do you think you can have me?”

 

“I won’t give you anything…”

 

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.”

 

Because he knew Hae-yeong would move at that simple provocation.

 

“So you’ll have to endure me.”

 

Hae-yeong’s voice was low, but the determination within it was sharp as a blade.

 

As she slowly leaned in to close the distance, getting close enough for their breaths to touch, a sweet fragrance finally rushed to the depths of his lungs.

 

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

 

The moment they touched, Taejun firmly grasped the back of Hae-yeong’s head and pressed down. His touch held her tight and wouldn’t let go.

 

Lips parted and breaths tangled.

 

The roughened breathing shook her heart wildly, and his cold touch endlessly dominated her mind.

 

The love-hate that willingly surrendered her body to desire finally consumed Hae-yeong.

 

Taejun ruthlessly devoured her.

 

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 her flushed face from feeling so much from just that was excessively arousing.

 

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.

 

Under his direct gaze, Hae-yeong’s blue eyes trembled faintly.

 

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

 

At that pathetic defiance, Taejun’s lips twisted upward instead.

 

How ridiculous.

 

The youngster who once clung to him with loving gazes was now glaring at the terrible adult who pushed her into this hellish pit with contemptuous eyes, yet panting endlessly at the stimulation he gave.

 

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

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