Love Born of Pity Chapter 135

Do Yeonjae felt intensely that something was wrong. Kwon Jiho had sobbed uncontrollably and eventually chased him out of the bedroom. No matter how much he replayed the situation in his mind, he felt confused because there was no trigger for this to happen.

Standing awkwardly in front of the door with nothing on, Do Yeonjae could not even slide the door open and just tapped on it. He could not even knock loudly for fear that he might startle Kwon Jiho. There was absolutely no option of forcing it open and entering.

“…Jiho. Jiho, Mr. Kwon Jiho.”

“Sob, sniff, go… please go. Sob.”

“You have to tell me why, why you’re doing this all of a sudden. Let’s at least open the door and talk. Please.”

“Huuuuh. Sob, sniff…”

The sound of crying grew stronger. What else among the few words he had said could have triggered his tears? Do Yeonjae became anxious. He had intended to take care of the cleanup and wipe his body with a warm towel, but before he knew it, he was outside without even having touched him.

“Ah, you don’t want to talk? But can’t you at least show me your face? I won’t do anything, so please just let me stay by your side. Okay?”

Even with an attitude that went beyond pleading to begging, Kwon Jiho did not open the door. He was clearly sitting right in front of it, so why…

“I’m worried you’ll catch a cold. Okay? You can’t take medicine, so if you catch a cold, you’ll suffer. I’ll just wipe you down. And change the sheets. They’re so soaked…”

“Ah…! Sob, huuuuaaaa…”

He could feel a vibration from inside as if someone was stomping their feet. Do Yeonjae quickly reviewed what he had said a moment ago.

Cold, medicine, cold, sheets.

Soaked…? Do Yeonjae’s expression turned serious. He thought about confirming if that was really why he was acting this way, but he kept his mouth shut, fearing he might needlessly upset him further.

He had wet the sheets a few times in the past. It often happened when he pushed him intensely. He remembered that every time, he would cry without even showing his face. He became convinced that this was definitely the reason.

“Lemonade. You’re thirsty, right? I’ll just give you that.”

“…”

“I’ll really just give you that, and if you tell me to leave, I’ll leave.”

There was no answer from inside, but Do Yeonjae was in a rush, thinking that Kwon Jiho would open the door for him. He grabbed a robe from the hallway bathroom, threw it on, and quickly made the lemonade. In his haste, he briefly debated whether adding ice would make it too cold, and decided against it.

Standing in front of the bedroom with a glass full of ade, he tapped on the door. Tap-tap.

“Can I open the door?”

When he asked, the sliding door opened by about a hand’s breadth. The gap was only narrow enough for the glass to barely pass through. It seemed Do Yeonjae wasn’t allowed in, but the drink was. When he grabbed the hand that poked out, Kwon Jiho wiggled his fingers as if trying to shake him off, then let out a small sigh.

“I’m sorry. I did that because it felt too good.”

“…”

“Because I like you too much. I won’t do it next time. I promise. I can clean up all the sheets, so… can’t you just let it slide?”

As he muttered feebly while gently stroking the back of his hand, another sigh came back instead of an answer. He could feel that he had softened up at least a little bit. Even so, he hadn’t received permission to enter, so he just slid the drink through the gap.

“Should I leave for today?”

“…”

“Shall I come back tomorrow?”

The other hand, which hadn’t been held, reached out and took only the drink. Do Yeonjae stifled the laughter that was about to burst out and asked one more time.

“Should I just go?”

The answer to the prodding question came a little late.

“…Don’t go.”

“Then open the door.”

The voice was closer to an entreaty than a request. Because Kwon Jiho had been wrapped up like a cocoon in the blanket that had fallen to the bottom of the bed, it was very difficult for him to get up. After drinking the lemonade Do Yeonjae had brought him in one gulp, he calmed his turbulent heart and opened his mouth.

“…I can’t get up right now. I mean, I can get up, but it’s uncomfortable.”

Only after the tension and shame had subsided could he feel the pain rising from his lower body to his waist. Although it hadn’t been a long time, his thighs had been spread open for quite a while… and those places were hurting. His face turned hot again.

“Can I open it and come in?”

“…If you promise not to laugh.”

“Absolutely.”

He heard movement from outside. Swish—the door opened, and it felt like it hadn’t even taken a few seconds for Do Yeonjae to enter. The moment he discovered Kwon Jiho, who was bundled up tightly in a snow-white, thick blanket with his robe string tied loosely, he smiled broadly. His even teeth were fully visible.

“You… you said you wouldn’t laugh.”

The moment the murmuring ended, Do Yeonjae scooped Kwon Jiho up. In any case, to tidy up, he had to put Kwon Jiho to sleep somewhere else. Kwon Jiho, with his dim, sleepy eyes, hugged his neck tightly. His body, warm with rising body heat, smelled of the sweet and erotic scent of intercourse.

“Your eyes are full of sleepiness.”

There were many instances where he would fall into a sleep as if fainting during sex, or lose his mind because he couldn’t hold back the sleepiness while washing. On top of that, he had even cried, so it was obvious that he was struggling to hold back the sleep pouring over him even now. Sleepiness was smeared all over his white face.

As soon as he entered another bedroom that overlooked the promenade at the back and laid Kwon Jiho down on the bed, his eyes widened in surprise.

“I didn’t know there was another room.”

“It seems so.”

Do Yeonjae shrugged his shoulders. He moved busily. He returned with a towel soaked in warm water and meticulously wiped Kwon Jiho’s face and various parts of his body. Because he had made him cry for quite a long time, his light-colored eyelids were already swollen.

He kissed his lazily closed eyelids lightly and left the bedroom again. By the time he brought a large t-shirt and shorts from the dressing room, Kwon Jiho was already asleep.

While he was arranging his limp body to put clothes on him, his gaze remained fixed on one spot and did not move for a long time. On the secret place between his legs.

He had ejaculated inside twice but had been kicked out, and because he hadn’t been able to wash him while soothing him, the semen melted by his body heat flowed out whenever Kwon Jiho moved even a little. Since he had only wiped him off enough so he wouldn’t feel sticky, he would need to feed him something simple and wash him properly when he woke up.

“Should I… not put pants on him?”

He placed a dry towel underneath him and pulled up a thick blanket. After tucking him in firmly up to his chin, he turned the room temperature up a bit higher in case he caught a cold. Do Yeonjae, who had finished showering after closing the door tightly so no drafts would get in, went outside with his phone. Although it was late, he was sure it wouldn’t be a problem to make a call.

How long had he been holding the phone to his ear after searching for the number and pressing it? A high-pitched voice rang out loudly.

—Mister!

“Where are you?”

—I’m here in Sinsa-dong! I’m hanging out at a club. The Eight. The Eight. Is that it? Hey, is that right?

It was noisy. The thumping sound of the music traveled through the receiver. Do Yeonjae frowned. She had spouted off nonsense to Kwon Jiho that he hadn’t even told her to, and here she was, comfortably at a club, stuffing her face with alcohol.

—Ah, they say that’s right! Are you coming now? I am a bit drunk, but it’s fine. I’m sober enough, actually. I did drink a bit too much, though. I met my high school friends. It’s freaking amazing. I was definitely 18, but damn, they’re all adults!

Listening to her excited voice, Do Yeonjae terminated the call and ran his fingers through his hair irritably. If it were a boy, he might even beat him to a pulp, but what was he supposed to do about this?

“Ha… goddammit, Byul.”

Twisting his head left and right, Do Yeonjae crossed the garden as he was, grabbed his outerwear and car keys from the inner wing of the house, and left the house. Even if he didn’t lay a hand on her himself, if you do something wrong, you have to be punished. He nodded, granting himself justification.

♬⋆.˚

As he stopped the car in front of the club where Kwon Heeyeon was, cheapos who had come outside while drunk tapped on his car windows. Malice surged up, but because he was about to become a father, he barely managed to compose his emotions. How long had he waited, imagining things like “Nabiya” being sung by Kwon Jiho? Kwon Heeyeon stumbled out of the club.

With her long hair unraveled like a crazy woman, she turned her head and looked for Do Yeonjae. It looked like she was determined to freeze to death. The cardigan she had been wearing when she came to his house was gone, and her shoulders were completely exposed.

When he rolled down the window, Kwon Heeyeon, who soon spotted Do Yeonjae, approached while chewing on cheap curses. Her heavy makeup really did not suit her. Kwon Heeyeon, who was clinging to the window while reeking of the acrid smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey, suddenly shoved her upper body in. Do Yeonjae wrinkled the bridge of his nose and leaned his upper body back.

“My friends are inside, so I have to go back in.”

“Ms. Kwon Heeyeon is consistently impolite. Seeing Jiho, it seems your parents educated you properly, but is the output not matching the input? Get in, don’t make me say the same thing twice.”

“Mister. I told you I have to go back in there? Can’t you hear me?”

“I’m telling you nicely to get in. Do you only listen when you get hit? I’m not swearing at you by calling you names, so do you think I won’t hit you?”

In an instant, her expression vanished and his voice lowered. Even in her highly intoxicated state, Kwon Heeyeon felt a sudden moment of sobriety. While muttering complaints in a small voice, she got into the car.

“I have to be taken back.”

“You really don’t get the situation and are acting like a piece of shit. Should I try acting the same way?”

“…”

“Tell me what you said to Jiho. Don’t stutter. If you say you don’t remember, we’re going to the port.”