20XX Love Chapter 15.1 - 14. TEMPT FATE

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Jo Heechan entered the room, a tray holding a simple bowl in his hand. Inside the bowl, thin gruel steamed gently.

“…….”

Jo Heechan silently glanced around the room. In the center of the brightly lit, clean room sat a large bed. On the opposite wall, a large-screen TV displayed a repeating video of a beautiful cliff with a cascading waterfall and shimmering green leaves, accompanied by sentimental music.

He saw the slight movement of the mound beneath the blankets on the bed. Reassured, Jo Heechan closed the door behind him.

“It’s time for dinner, Hyung.”

“…….”

There was no response. It was only natural, as he was unable to speak.

Jo Heechan looked up at the ceiling, wondering if the light was too bright. He turned a small dial on the wall, slightly dimming the illumination. If the lights were off, he would rarely wake up, only wanting to sleep, so he always kept them bright before nightfall. Now that the sun had set, it seemed alright to dim them a little.

Jo Heechan approached the bedside with the tray. He placed it on the nightstand and looked down at the pale face resting on the pillow. Light-colored hair was scattered across the pillow, and thin eyelids were closed as if in death.

He gently pulled down the covers. Seo Jungin’s form was revealed, his arms spread wide and restrained to the bed with restraints. His body was wasting away, and an IV drip was connected to his slender forearm, delivering fluids.

It was a necessary measure, as he would continuously self-harm if not restrained, but Jo Heechan felt his heart crumble nonetheless. The tips of his fingers, extending beyond the restraints, were white.

“Try to swallow something today. You’ll forget how to swallow at this rate.”

“…….”

Of course, there was no reply. A gag was in place to prevent self-harm, covering his pale face and parted red lips.

Jo Heechan gently caressed his soft cheek. The eyelids fluttered open, revealing transparent brown eyes.

“Hyung… I’ll remove the gag, but don’t bite your tongue again. You won’t die even if you bite your tongue. It just hurts.”

The light-colored eyes stared somewhere into the void. He wasn’t looking at reality. As if there was nothing worth looking at here, his eyes were empty.

Feeling a sharp, tightening pain in his heart, Jo Heechan unfastened the gag restraints around his small head. He removed the mouthpiece from his mouth, and saliva dribbled down his lips.

Jo Heechan stared for a moment, then lowered his head and licked up the saliva that had trailed down his chin. Only then did a subtle expression flicker across Seo Jungin’s usually indifferent face. Seeing the slight tremor in Seo Jungin’s eyes, Jo Heechan felt a tightness in his chest ease a bit.

“I’m going to release the restraints. You have to stay still. I don’t want to hurt you, Hyung.”

“…….”

Jo Heechan climbed onto the bed and pulled back all the covers. Seo Jungin’s loosely worn pajama shirt revealed his lower body, clad in nothing but his bare skin. Jo Heechan stroked his smooth, white legs as he moved downwards and unclipped and unfastened the Velcro restraints around his ankles.

After freeing both ankles, he massaged and kneaded the soles of his feet, which had been bound for hours.

His toes were cold.

Jo Heechan cupped his foot in his hands, rotating and kneading it for a while to restore circulation, then brought it to his mouth and slipped his slender toes inside.

“Cold, cold, suck, lick.”

The toes in his mouth were cold, soft, and smelled of soap. His skin was always delicate, but after being bedridden for so long, it felt even softer and more yielding.

“Ah… so cold. It must have been hard. Being tied up in the same position for so long…”

“…….”

Jo Heechan sucked each toe one by one, his tongue darting between them like a puppy’s. Once his toes were sufficiently warmed, he lifted the other foot and caressed it in the same way.

“Mmm…”

Jo Heechan’s eyes shot up at the moan escaping Seo Jungin. Seo Jungin’s gaze was fixed on Jo Heechan’s full lips.

Jo Heechan stared intently at Seo Jungin’s face and, with a deliberately sexual intent, flicked his tongue out and licked his toes.

“Haah…”

The breath escaping his thin lips was sweet. Seo Jungin, who remained emotionless despite being coaxed, scolded, or even yelled at, only reacted during sex, which was why Jo Heechan couldn’t stop the stimulations, despite his emaciated body.

It felt like it was the only thing keeping Seo Jungin tethered to this world. As if he wouldn’t be able to hold onto him otherwise.

Jo Heechan’s tongue snaked out, licking from his instep up his calf, reaching his parted groin. A flushed penis was half-erect atop the still pale and clean mound.

Jo Heechan positioned himself between Seo Jungin’s legs, took his penis in hand, buried his face in his groin, and sucked on his soft scrotum.

“Mmm…”

The moan pierced his ears, sending a flush of heat through Jo Heechan’s neck. He diligently sucked and licked his scrotum, kneading the gradually hardening penis with his hand and stroking the glans with his thumb.

“Haah… Ah…”

The moans were deepening. Jo Heechan looked up again, confirming Seo Jungin’s flushed face before slowly taking the glans into his mouth.

“Cold.”

“Haa…!”

The smooth glans, now coated with pre-cum, slickly slid against Jo Heechan’s tongue.

“Cold, cold, haah… cold.”

“Mmm… Aah… Mmm.”

Jo Heechan’s head bobbed rapidly up and down. He rubbed the foreskin with his lips, then tilted his head to lick the shaft with his long tongue, before engulfing it again, sucking and constricting it, making Seo Jungin’s hips twitch.

“Suck, suck, ha, haah, do you like it? Do you like it when I suck your cock, Hyung?”

“Mm… Ha… Haah.”

Seo Jungin moaned wordlessly, raising his hips to rub the tip of his penis against Jo Heechan’s lips.

“Mm, haah, haha. Not yet, wait a minute, Hyung. You have to eat first. If you eat well, I’ll suck you off too. I’ll suck both holes. I’ll lick your taint and fuck your holes. So let’s eat. Okay?”

Seo Jungin continued to rub his hips against him, whether he understood Jo Heechan’s words or not.

“Ha… Haha, suck, suck, kiss, kiss.”

Jo Heechan licked and sucked the glans that kept rubbing against his lips, then finally pushed Seo Jungin’s legs up.

“Haa…”

“Ha…”

Down below was already a mess. The now fully erect penis glistened slickly beneath the taut scrotum, drenched in fluids. Jo Heechan leaned in, pushing Seo Jungin’s knees further up to raise his hips.

“Haah, the color is beautiful. Maybe it’s because we did it this morning.”

The back hole, thoroughly ravaged in the morning, was flushed a light red. Jo Heechan, as if possessed, leaned in and licked it gently with his tongue.

“Mmm, ah, aah…”

Every time his tongue touched the sensitive back membrane, Seo Jungin’s body twitched, and a moan escaped his lips. At the sound, Jo Heechan’s eyes began to glaze over.

His wet tongue parted the flesh and slid upwards, burying itself deep within the crevice, flicking in and out, making Seo Jungin’s hips jump.

Lick, lick.

“Aah!”

“Haah, you’re so wet. You cum so much, Hyung, but why don’t you drink water? Please listen to me. Suck, suck, suck.”

“Mmm, mwah, ah, aah.”

Jo Heechan buried his face in his flesh, flicking his tongue upwards as if to scoop out the hole, rubbing his nose against his perineum.

“Ah! Aah… Ah, aah!”

As Seo Jungin’s moans grew louder, so did Jo Heechan’s breathing. He spread the flesh wide with his thumbs and began rapidly licking the protruding clitoris.

“Haa…! Mmm, mm, mm…!”

Jo Heechan looked up, constantly checking Seo Jungin’s moaning face. The sight of his face contorting in escalating pleasure further aroused him.

After thoroughly teasing the engorged clitoral glans with his tongue, Jo Heechan thrust his middle finger deep inside the hole.

“Haaang…!”

The hot, tight flesh, slick with fluids, made loud squelching sounds as his thick, rough finger pistoned in and out.

“Lick, lick, ha, haah, fuck.”

Jo Heechan abruptly sat up and began frantically unbuckling his pants.

“I told you to eat first, but this is all your fault, Hyung.”

Unable to fully remove his pants, Jo Heechan hurriedly pulled out his swollen penis.

“Aah, aah… Mmm.”

Seo Jungin squeezed his legs together and writhed his hips, fluids leaking from his hole. Large, veiny hands pried his clenched legs apart and thrust his penis deep into the wet opening.

Thud.

“Hwaaaang!”

Jo Heechan immediately began pounding his hips, savoring Seo Jungin’s cries.

Thud, fuck, fuck.

“Haah, aah, aahng, aah.”

“Ha, haah, like this, crying so well, ah, huh.”

Jo Heechan tightly gripped both of Seo Jungin’s ankles, marked red from the restraints, spreading them wide in the air as he plunged his penis even deeper.

“Haa…! ”

“Crying with such a crazy beautiful voice.”

Jo Heechan clenched his pelvic muscles, thrusting with all his might.

“Aah! Aahng! Aah!”

“Why, why won’t you, talk, huh?”

With each thrust, Seo Jungin’s penis, which had been swaying, began to stiffen, his restrained arms pulling against the restraints as he tensed his entire body. He was about to cum.

Jo Heechan grabbed his penis and squeezed the base tightly.

“Haa…!”

Seo Jungin tightened his lower back muscles in frustrated agony. The walls of his hole clenched around Jo Heechan’s penis, drawing a gasp from him.

“Heok…!”

Jo Heechan relentlessly pistoned in and out of the tightening hole, groaning and muttering low threats.

“Say something.”

“Heut, mm, mm, mm.”

“Beg me to let you cum, ha, haah, say let me cum, say it.”

“Hmm, mm, hmm, mm.”

Seo Jungin pulled at his restraints, wrapping his thighs around Jo Heechan’s waist, whimpering continuously.

“If you say it, I’ll let you cum, so say it, say something.”

“Aah, hmm, mm, mm.”

“Ha, haah, really, you won’t listen.”

Jo Heechan abruptly withdrew his penis. Seo Jungin looked down with a desperate expression. His body trembled, clearly frustrated at the interruption of his escalating pleasure, and he lifted his legs to wrap them around Jo Heechan’s waist.

“I’m going to torment you until you speak. So say something, anything. Just say something.”

Jo Heechan, still gripping Seo Jungin’s penis tightly, pushed himself against him, pulling up his shirt and pressing against his chest. He flicked his tongue against his soft, pink nipples, drawing a pained moan from Seo Jungin.

“Haa…!”

Jo Heechan sucked, nibbled, and tugged on his nipples, not leaving the other one unattended. He flipped his hand over, pinching the protruding bud between his index and middle fingers, rubbing it with his thumb. The electric stimulation made Seo Jungin’s whole body twitch.

“Ah, ah, mm, haa…!”

Jo Heechan rubbed his erect penis against Seo Jungin’s. With each rub of their lubricated penises, Seo Jungin’s pre-cum mixed in, creating a white froth and a messy, squelching sound.

“Heut, hmm, mm.”

“Do you like it? Do you like it when I suck your nipples?”

“Mm, mm, mm.”

“How does it feel? How does it feel to have our cocks rubbing together?”

“Ha, haah, haa…”

Jo Heechan bit down hard on Seo Jungin’s nipple. Seo Jungin winced in pain and twisted his body.

“Haa…!”

“Does it hurt? If it hurts, say it hurts. Say something…!”

“Mm.”

Jo Heechan glared at Seo Jungin’s face as he chewed, sucked, and tugged painfully at his nipple. Seo Jungin thrashed his head from side to side in pain, but only gasped and moaned, refusing to give Jo Heechan the words he wanted.

“Mwah, mm, haa…”

“Ha, alright. Then I’ll do it until you beg me to stop.”

Pity, lust, and rage mingled in Jo Heechan’s dark eyes.

“If you haven’t forgotten how to speak, you should be able to say ‘no’, ‘stop’, or ‘it hurts’. If I torment you enough…!”

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“Hospitalize him again. How long do you plan to keep him tied up at home? That method isn’t helping Jungin or you.”

“…What will change if I hospitalize him? I found him hanging, slitting his wrists, and submerging his head in the bathtub. That’s why I tied him up, gave him tranquilizers, and inserted a feeding tube. What else did the hospital do besides that? If I hospitalize him again, they’ll just drug him into a living corpse, won’t they?”

“He’ll receive treatment from a dedicated psychiatrist and have a professional counselor. Do you think Jungin’s condition will improve by keeping him locked up at home?”

“…….”

Jo Heechan silently looked out the window.

“He lost his teammates. PTSD is natural. We have a lot of experience dealing with it. Leave it to us.”

“…….”

Jo Heechan stared with forlorn eyes at the branches sprouting fresh green buds. Despite the warm season, his chest felt as desolate as a barren wasteland.

“Are you receiving proper recovery treatment?”

“……Yes.”

“Don’t miss your sessions and receive proper treatment. You’re not in a normal state either.”

The Assistant Director of the Esper Management Division was genuinely concerned and offered his advice.

Jo Heechan knew. He knew that Seo Jungin was suffering from severe trauma after losing four of his teammates, and that he, too, was in a precarious state.

Seo Jungin’s condition hadn’t improved at all since he brought him home. It even seemed to be getting worse.

Watching Seo Jungin lose himself made him feel like he was going insane too. He might just go crazy like this, holding onto Seo Jungin, tied to the bed.

“Are you eating properly?”

Eating. Was he eating properly? Watching Seo Jungin vomit even thin gruel made it impossible for him to swallow. Come to think of it, when was the last time he ate?

“Let’s get you checked. Your face looks terrible.”

At those words, Jo Heechan turned his head to look at his reflection in the display cabinet. He did look a bit thinner.

“Listen to me. I’ll send someone over today, so admit Jungin to a specialized hospital. We’ll take special care of him, so don’t worry. You can visit him often.”

“…….”

Hospitalization… would that be better? Would that be better than me keeping him here?

A dark shadow fell over Jo Heechan’s eyes.

Three months ago. Immediately after the ward’s isolation was breached during the search for the Separator, several Esper teams were dispatched at his urgent request, allowing Jo Heechan, Seo Jungin, and the Kim Yikyung clone to escape the ward safely.

After undergoing examinations at headquarters and receiving urgent healing and guiding in the intensive care unit, the Kim Yikyung clone secretly slipped out of the recovery room, leaving Seo Jungin sedated and asleep.

When Seo Jungin awoke, he frantically searched the headquarters for the Kim Yikyung clone, crying and screaming. He was the same. He ran after Seo Jungin, cursing Kim Yikyung.

Trying to disappear alone. Did he think it would hurt less if he just shattered and dispersed without a final goodbye? It would have been better to sit down and drink together. Or maybe even have a crazy threesome with me and Jungin Hyung.

He couldn’t remember how long they searched the headquarters, cursing him. Finally, when he threw open the door to the darkened team office, Kim Yikyung was standing alone, looking at the K814 team’s profile picture hanging on the wall.

The large frame, covering most of the wall, contained a picture of all the members striking various poses as instructed by the photographer.

On either side of Kim Yikyung, who stood with his arms crossed and a confident smile, Choi Suhyuk and Hwang Woohyun wore awkward expressions, their arms adorned with graphic flames and electric bolts.

Nam Taeyong, with a skull graphic on his hand, grinned wickedly, while he himself held a chunk of ice with an expression of pure joy.

And in the center of the members, Han Seungmin was smiling brightly, like sunshine. Han Seungmin’s hands gently rested on the shoulders of Seo Jungin, who was smiling serenely.

That smile said it all. Just like now, back then too, it showed how precious the K814 team members were to Seo Jungin.

[Yikyung Hyung…!]

Despite Seo Jungin’s call, the Kim Yikyung clone did not turn around.

[Kim Yikyung!]

Seo Jungin shouted, running over and grabbing the clone’s shoulder to turn him around. The team leader’s usually stoic face had completely crumbled.

The Kim Yikyung’s expression, his brown eyes filled with tears and his cheeks wet, was a face no one, absolutely no one, had ever seen before. It was a completely vulnerable side of Kim Yikyung, who always maintained his composure.

Seo Jungin cried with him, looking up at Kim Yikyung as he pressed his palms against his eyes.

[Why… did you leave without a word?]

[Sob… sob…]

[You were going to leave without saying goodbye…?]

[Sob, Jungin. I… I… really wanted to, with you…]

[Hyung, sob, Yikyung Hyung, Hyung… sob sob.]

[With you… on a quiet beach… just the two of us, just you and me…]

[Sob, sob, ugh… sob…]

Seo Jungin reached out towards Kim Yikyung’s face, as if wanting to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks. He extended both hands to wipe away the tears overflowing from Kim Yikyung’s face.

[Jungin. Sob, I… truly… you.]

[…?!]

“Fuck…!”

Jo Heechan bolted upright. The chair he was sitting in clattered backward. Startled, Assistant Director Jo rolled his wheeled chair back and stood up as well.

“Jo Heechan…!”

“Ha, haah, haah.”

Jo Heechan was panting unconsciously from the surge of emotion. His eyes darted around, unable to focus. Anxiety churned within him, unbearable. He felt the urgent need to see Seo Jungin. He felt like he had left Seo Jungin alone for too long.

“I’ll go check on him, ha, haah.”

“Heechan…”

“I’ll take care of Jungin Hyung, so please stop calling me about this.”

“Heechan, Jo Heechan…!”

Assistant Director Jo hurriedly rounded his desk, trying to stop him, but Jo Heechan didn’t look back, rushing out of the office.

Even as he strode down the hallway of the headquarters, Jo Heechan’s heart pounded relentlessly. He immediately unfolded the smart film linked to his watch and checked the camera feed of Seo Jungin’s bedroom.

Seo Jungin was still tied to the bed, bearing the marks of the morning’s abuse. Jo Heechan stared intently for a long while, checking if Seo Jungin was moving.

He felt a sense of relief seeing him twitch and writhe, but at the same time, a dark desire crept through him. He wanted to go there immediately and bury himself in Seo Jungin’s back hole.

It was all Kim Yikyung’s fault. This was all Yikyung Hyung’s fault.

Who told him to disappear like that? Why like that, in front of Jungin Hyung?

He should have maintained his poker face, remained the team leader until the end. He should have left with a smile, why like that?

Jo Heechan was angry at everything: Kim Yikyung’s tearful face in front of Seo Jungin, Seo Jungin’s outstretched hand trying to wipe away his tears.

He was furious at Kim Yikyung’s final moments, cut short before he could finish what he wanted to say to Seo Jungin, his words dissipating into the air just as Seo Jungin’s hand was about to touch his cheek.

Why did you cry? Why did you show him your crying face? You should have smiled and said goodbye. You should have said you were okay. Why did you leave Jungin Hyung with that kind of last memory? Why?

[I.]

[Truly.]

[You.]

He left an earworm in Jungin Hyung’s head. He left behind a hallucination that wouldn’t disappear until he died, a hallucination that would eat away at his mind and drive him crazy.

Team leader. Kim Yikyung. Why did you break down at the end? You should have remained the leader until the very end, why at the last moment?!

Jo Heechan got into his car and, as soon as he started the engine, sped off down the road with a roar, leaving the noise of the revving engine behind. He had to see with his own eyes that Seo Jungin was alive.

He had to confirm immediately that he was alive and breathing, that he wasn’t a corpse, that he wasn’t indifferent but crying and moaning, his body trembling with pleasure at his touch. Otherwise, he felt like he would die. He felt like he would truly go insane.

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Bang!

Jo Heechan flung open the door and strode towards the bed.

Lying on the large bed in the blindingly bright room, Seo Jungin’s body was the very embodiment of masochism, a sight that should never be revealed to anyone.

Seo Jungin was naked, blindfolded, his limbs spread wide and restrained, tormented by the various devices Jo Heechan had attached to his body.

The IV drip was still connected to his arm, a bright red gag was in his mouth to prevent self-harm, saliva dripping down his chin. Nipple clamps, attached to his erect nipples, vibrated incessantly.

The urethral catheter inserted into his penis had come loose at some point and lay discarded on the mattress, but the metal steel ball stretcher tightly bound his swollen, bright red scrotum.

Dried semen from one or two ejaculations stained Seo Jungin’s abdomen. He had also wet the sheets with urine.

It was a natural consequence of leaving him unattended with vibrators inserted in both of his holes.

“…….”

Jo Heechan watched Seo Jungin’s soiled body and the fluids he had released, his eyes dark. He approached and sat on the mattress, causing Seo Jungin’s body to flinch violently.

“You came a lot. I plugged you up so you couldn’t cum, but you let it all out anyway. Who allowed you to cum without my permission?”

“Mmm…”

“Have you already forgotten what happens if you cum without my permission?”

“Mm… Mm…”

Jo Heechan removed the gag restraints from Seo Jungin’s head. He took out the mouthpiece, and Seo Jungin gasped for breath.

“Haah, ah, haaah.”

Jo Heechan watched Seo Jungin panting and picked up the steel catheter that had fallen on the mattress. The twisted, screw-shaped catheter had a round handle at the end. It was a standard size in thickness and length, but it was enough to stimulate his urethra when inserted.

Jo Heechan took an alcohol swab from the nightstand drawer and wiped the catheter. He intended to torment him with it until he begged him to stop.

“You can’t see it, Hyung… but I have a catheter in my hand. You hate it when I insert this, don’t you? I’m going to use this to fuck your ass. Very painfully.”

“Ah, haah, mm…”

“I’m not just going to insert it, I’m going to shove it in and out of your ass like I’m fucking you. I’ll keep doing it until you piss and cum.”

“Ha, aah… aah…”

A faint buzzing sound emanated from the vibrator inserted in his hole. He couldn’t tell if Seo Jungin was moaning because of that or if he understood what he was saying.

“Do you understand what I’m saying? Do you understand?”

“Hmm, mm…”

Seo Jungin only let out pained moans.

Jo Heechan grabbed Seo Jungin’s penis and pressed the tip of the catheter against his urethral opening.

“Mm!”

“I’m going to insert this now… if you don’t like it, say so. Scream. Tell me to stop, tell me it hurts…?”

“Hmm, mm, hmmm…”

Seo Jungin writhed his hips, moaning from the pleasure of the vibrator. He tilted his head back, pulling against his restraints, as if Jo Heechan’s voice couldn’t reach him.

Jo Heechan’s eyes narrowed fiercely. He bared his teeth and, gripping Seo Jungin’s penis, inserted the catheter into his urethra.

“Heut, haaah!”

He twisted it, pushing it deeper and deeper. Seo Jungin’s hips arched off the mattress, trying to escape Jo Heechan’s grip.

“Stay still…!”

Jo Heechan tightened his grip on Seo Jungin’s penis and pushed the catheter all the way in, leaving only the round handle visible.

“Mm! Hmm! Hmmm…!”

“Does it hurt? Tell me it hurts. If you say it hurts, I’ll take it out. I’ll take it out if you just say one word.”

Jo Heechan gently pressed down on the handle, and Seo Jungin shuddered, tormented by the intense, burning sensation. Yet, he remained silent.

“Do you really not understand what I’m saying, or are you just being stubborn?”

Something akin to madness flickered in Jo Heechan’s dark eyes. He slowly pulled the catheter out by the round steel handle. Seo Jungin’s hips lifted, and a pained moan escaped his lips.

“Haa…!”

“Is it so hard to say it hurts? I told you I’d take it out if you just tell me to stop.”

The catheter, halfway out, began to twist back in.

“Hmm! Mm, hmm!”

“How much longer are you going to be stubborn? Do you want to see me go insane?”

Jo Heechan abruptly lowered his head, licking and drenching the catheter’s entry point with saliva. Then, he looked up with a cruel glint in his eyes and whispered,

“Let’s see how long you can endure this.”

He began to pump the catheter in and out of Seo Jungin’s urethra.

“Ah! Haa! Haaah!”

With each thrust of the hard catheter, the slick, lubricated urethra, wet with pre-cum and saliva, made squelching sounds as the soft inner membrane stretched and retracted.

Every time the round ball at the tip of the catheter hit his prostate, a scream-like moan escaped Seo Jungin’s lips.

“Aah! Haa! Haaah!”

“Does it hurt? Do you hate it? Do you want me to stop?”

“Hmm, huh, hmm.”

Seo Jungin pulled at his restraints, arching his back and thrashing his head from side to side.

With each direct thrust into his urethra, pre-cum and prostatic fluid gushed out, making the catheter slide in even more smoothly.

Breathless with excitement, Jo Heechan pinned Seo Jungin’s writhing body down with his forearm, adding his weight, and ruthlessly increased the speed of the catheter’s movement.

“Mm! Huh, haa…!”

“Ha, haah, all you have to do is say one word. Just one word, ‘stop’. Is that so difficult?”

He would be satisfied with even a plea, a single word of supplication. He would torment him until some emotion formed into words from Seo Jungin’s mouth.

Jo Heechan buried his face beneath Seo Jungin’s penis, licking the taut scrotum stretched by the ball stretcher.

“Haaa…!”

The stimulation of his highly sensitized scrotum made Seo Jungin’s hips buck.

Jo Heechan gripped his penis, pumping the catheter in and out of his urethra while licking his scrotum. He rubbed his tongue hard between the swollen sacs, then released the ball stretcher.

He took the scrotum into his mouth and sucked hard while thrusting and grinding the catheter. Seo Jungin tensed his thighs and screamed.

“Haaaaak!”

At that moment, Jo Heechan pulled the catheter out. Bits of flesh were pulled out with it, and a stream of clear fluid erupted, drenching Jo Heechan’s bright red hair and face.

“Haa… Huh, hmmm…”

“Ha, haah, ha, haah.”

Jo Heechan panted, his face covered in Seo Jungin’s fluids, still gripping his penis. He wiped the sweat from his brow, licked the fluid from his lips, and then looked down with a sinister smile.

“Hyung’s cum is so sweet. Ha, is your body full of sugar water or something?”

He quickly reached out and ripped off the blindfold, revealing a tear-streaked face looking up at him.

“If you won’t say you hate it, then tell me you like it. Tell me you like it so much, you’re going crazy.”

“Hmm, sob, huh.”

Seo Jungin blinked his blurry eyes, then squeezed them shut. That snapped something inside Jo Heechan.

“Alright. Then let’s torment you some more. Until some words come out of your mouth, Hyung.”

Jo Heechan wiped his face with his hand, then lunged at Seo Jungin’s neck as if to devour it.

He sucked on the pale, soft skin and then raked it hard with his teeth, making the thin body flinch. The IV line swayed and clinked.

Jo Heechan continued sucking hard from his collarbone to his chest, leaving a trail of red marks, then ripped off the vibrator clamps from his nipples.

“Haa…!”

He immediately took the freed, erect nipples into his mouth, flicking his tongue over them. The nipples, repeatedly engorged and then softened by the continuous stimulation, were tender. He licked and nibbled them, making Seo Jungin’s hips buck repeatedly.

“Ah! Aah, ah!”

Jo Heechan latched onto the other nipple, tugging and nibbling it with his teeth as he looked up at Seo Jungin’s face. Looking at his tear-stained, agonized face, Jo Heechan’s heart was consumed by sadistic rage, devoid of any trace of pity.

He pressed down on his lower abdomen, feeling the vibration of the inserted vibrator.

“Mmm…!”

Jo Heechan fumbled for the remote and turned the vibration up to maximum.

“Haaak!”

Feeling the intense vibration beneath his palm, Jo Heechan pressed down on his abdomen and threatened in a low voice,

“What do you think will happen if I put mine in with this still inside?”

“Ah… aah… ah…”

“What do you think will happen if I shove mine in so deep it reaches your guts?”

“Sob, hmm, huh.”

A faint whimper escaped Seo Jungin’s lips. Jo Heechan continued cruelly, seemingly unconcerned.

“Should I shove it inside you and make your whole insides shake? Deep inside, so deep your moans tremble?”

Jo Heechan unbuckled his pants with a click and pulled out his rock-hard penis. He bared his teeth like a wild animal and rubbed his glans against Seo Jungin’s soiled flesh, making him recoil in fear. But with all his limbs restrained, he couldn’t escape.

“Haa… Haa, haa…”

Jo Heechan released one of Seo Jungin’s ankles and lifted his leg, then, looking down at his hole, slowly pushed his penis inside.

“Sob! Huh! Haaah…!”

As his penis slid in, pulling the string attached to the vibrator for removal, a look of terror crossed Seo Jungin’s face.

Jo Heechan felt a violent urge to slam his hips forward. If he just started thrusting hard, maybe then he would finally scream and tell him to stop.

His thick penis, trailing the string, slid into the hole with a squelching sound. Seo Jungin started to struggle, trying to pull his leg away from Jo Heechan’s grasp.

“Aah! Haak! Haaah!”

“Kuh, huh, hmm.”

Jo Heechan, gritting his teeth, looked down at their joined bodies, then up at Seo Jungin’s face with a fierce glare. He saw Seo Jungin trembling, his head thrown back, saliva dripping from his mouth. He saw Seo Jungin’s wide, tear-filled eyes. His soft brown eyes were filled with utter terror.

Tears, too precious to lick away, welled up like a spring, streaming down his pale cheeks.

Jo Heechan’s face crumpled at the sight, his breath catching in his throat.

He felt like he was going crazy. He truly felt like he was going insane. He felt like he was about to lose his mind.

“Uwaah! Fuck… fuck…!”

Jo Heechan pulled back, grabbing the two strings protruding from Seo Jungin’s holes and roughly yanking out the vibrating devices.

He thrust his penis hard into Seo Jungin’s hole as he screamed, his head thrown back.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingled with Seo Jungin’s screams.

Jo Heechan slammed his hips forward, burying himself to the root, and smeared the spurting fluids onto Seo Jungin’s legs.

“Does it feel like you’re dying? Does it feel like you’re dying because I’m filling you up so completely? You must love it, going crazy because it’s so fucking good!”

“Ah! Aah! Aahk! Haak!”

Jo Heechan’s eyes were bloodshot. He pulled one of Seo Jungin’s legs up high, thrusting deep into his abdomen.

Gasping for breath, Jo Heechan ripped off the restraint from Seo Jungin’s other ankle, pushed both legs up, and folded his body in half. He pulled out his penis and slammed it into his back hole.

“Hwaaaak!”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

The sight of his slick penis sliding in and out of the delicate membrane of his back hole, stretching with each thrust, was agonizingly erotic.

Jo Heechan panted like a beast, ravaging and pounding Seo Jungin’s body. With his arms bound, Seo Jungin could only endure Jo Heechan’s violent pistoning.

“Fuck, fuck, huk, huk, fuck.”

Jo Heechan pounded into Seo Jungin, feeling a simultaneous surge of explosive lust and a despair that plummeted to the depths of hell.

Seo Jungin twisted his hips, offering a weak, futile resistance, but Jo Heechan braced himself with his knee, pinning his thigh down and thrusting vertically with savage force.

“Haa…! Haak! Aah!”

Jo Heechan pounded into his back hole, then abruptly switched to his front, the sound of wet slapping mixing with Seo Jungin’s screams, before returning to his back.

An overwhelming pleasure shot through him, coursing down his spine, his heart pumping wildly. It felt like all the blood in his body was racing through his veins.

“Hak… ah… ah…”

“Huk, huk, keuk, kuh.”

“…….”

At some point, Seo Jungin’s screams and moans ceased. Only the sound of flesh hitting flesh and Jo Heechan’s panting remained.

“Huk, huk, I’m going to cum inside you, I’m going to cum until your belly bursts, I’m going to fill you with my cum…!”

Jo Heechan’s sweat dripped onto Seo Jungin’s abdomen. He increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts, his eyes rolling back as he began to convulse and unleash a powerful orgasm.

“Keuk! Keuk! Kuuh… euk!”

“…….”

Trembling and thrusting, Jo Heechan poured his semen into Seo Jungin’s body for a long time. The grip on Seo Jungin’s thighs gradually loosened, and Jo Heechan’s blurry vision slowly came into focus.

“Ha… haah… ha…”

Jo Heechan lowered his head, his hand slipping from Seo Jungin’s thigh, wondering if it had always been so thin. Bright red handprints remained on the delicate skin where his large, sinewy hand had been.

He pulled his penis out of Seo Jungin’s hole, and semen dripped down.

Ah… below that, red blood speckled the sheets. His backside had torn, spraying blood. Jo Heechan recoiled in shock and looked up, finally noticing Seo Jungin’s horrific state.

Seo Jungin was unconscious. Faint bruises marked the areas where the gag restraints had been. His cheeks were drenched in tears and saliva. The IV needle had been ripped from his restrained, limp arm, staining it with blood. Bite marks and bleeding wounds covered his neck, collarbone, chest, and his bony, emaciated body.

Jo Heechan collapsed back, gasping for breath.

Jo Heechan’s room. Jo Heechan’s bed. His precious Seo Jungin was lying there, but the scene was far from what he had imagined and dreamed of.

This was the room where he had intended to open the curtains, letting in the gentle spring breeze, and wake him with sweet kisses and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. This was the bed where they were supposed to watch movies together all night, playfully feed each other popcorn, and tumble around when their eyes met. This was the body he had intended to lick, suck, and lovingly caress all day long, whispering endless words of affection.

Seo Jungin lay on a bed splattered with bright red bloodstains, soiled with bodily fluids, surrounded by various instruments of torture.

Unconscious…

“Huh… huh, sob…”

He hadn’t wanted this. This wasn’t what he intended. He had brought Seo Jungin here to care for him, to protect him, but he was breaking him, destroying him, shattering him.

Jo Heechan sobbed, burying his face in his hands.

“Uwaaaah…”

Everything was a mess. Absolutely everything was in ruins.

💘

A gentle breeze drifted in, carrying the scent of flowers.

Occasionally, birdsong could be heard, but it was a quiet morning.

Jo Heechan held Seo Jungin close in the rustling sheets. He lay on his side, gazing at Seo Jungin’s sleeping face. He gently stroked and caressed his soft skin.

There were no restraints. No IV needles. In the bed, free from all the things that had bound and tormented Seo Jungin, Jo Heechan felt his warm body heat.

“Hyung.”

“…….”

Jo Heechan tickled Seo Jungin’s soft cheek, receiving no response.

“I’m sorry…”

“…….”

His eyelids seemed to flutter, but his thin lips remained tightly closed, no sound escaping them. Jo Heechan smiled sadly, stroking his pitiful cheek with his fingers.

“I’m sorry… for everything…”

Jo Heechan’s shining black eyes shimmered with tears. The welling tears spilled over, soaking the pillow.

“Sob, uh, sob, I’m sorry…”

He gently pulled Seo Jungin’s hand within the sheets, remembering the countless times Seo Jungin had guided him, times he hadn’t appreciated enough. The precious memories of Seo Jungin holding his hand with a gentle smile and kind eyes now ached in his chest.

Rubbing the limp, pale hand against his cheek, Jo Heechan sobbed quietly. Looking at his small face, the face that wouldn’t look back at him, he kissed Seo Jungin’s hand over and over.

“Just once…”

“…….”

“Can you call my name just once?”

Despite his soft, sorrowful whisper, Seo Jungin remained silent.

Just once. Truly, just once.

[Heechan.]

If he could just hear his name spoken in that affectionate voice, he felt like he could close his eyes forever and be content.

— Hello? Heechan.

“Assistant Director…”

— Yes. Heechan. What’s wrong?

“…I’ll… hospitalize Jungin Hyung…”

— ….

“Please… send someone. Sob sob, please send someone who can help Jungin Hyung.”

Jo Heechan finally gave in. He realized he couldn’t help Seo Jungin on his own.

He knew that Seo Jungin’s heart was completely broken, that it wasn’t here anymore.

He finally accepted the fact that Seo Jungin’s lips, having lost the ability to speak, having forgotten how to speak, were silently screaming for help, although firmly closed.

💘

Seo Jungin was admitted to a specially designated hospital room within the headquarters building. There were hospitals specializing in the care of Espers and Guides, but Jo Heechan wanted him admitted to the room at headquarters. It was close to his home, and he didn’t want to be separated from him even during his recovery program and regular guiding sessions.

Assistant Director Jo kept his promise to provide special care for Seo Jungin. Exceptionally skilled specialists were assigned to Seo Jungin’s room at headquarters, dedicated to his care.

After being hospitalized, Seo Jungin made several more attempts at self-harm, breaking Jo Heechan’s heart and requiring restraints. However, with consistent intensive care, he gradually regained some stability.

After about a month, the restraints were no longer necessary except during sleep. He could take walks with his caregiver and swallow food when spoon-fed.

But he still didn’t speak, his eyes still lacked focus, and even when he looked at Jo Heechan, he could tell that he wasn’t really seeing him.

As if his soul had completely departed. Like a shell of Seo Jungin. He simply moved his body in response to people’s touch, doing as he was told.

He still had seizures at night. Jo Heechan had rushed to headquarters countless times in the middle of the night. But all he could do was watch Seo Jungin, bound by restraints, screaming, crying, and shedding tears. Jo Heechan’s body and mind were slowly breaking down as he watched him fall asleep under the influence of strong sedatives.

💘

“Esper Jo Heechan.”

The automatic glass doors slid open, and the Guiding Director’s voice called from behind. Jo Heechan half-rose from his chair and turned, giving a perfunctory bow.

“You’ve arrived.”

Without lifting his head, he saw two pairs of feet. One belonged to the Guiding Director, and the other must be the Guide.

Once a week, Jo Heechan received guiding from the headquarters’ Healing Team. Even when not using their abilities, Espers accumulated toxins in their bodies, requiring regular guiding even during periods of inactivity. With his team effectively disbanded, Jo Heechan was currently under the care of the Healing Team instead of having a dedicated Guide.

Today was a special day. A new Guide, supposedly highly compatible with Jo Heechan, had been recruited. He was to meet him for the first time and receive a matching guiding session. Assistant Director Jo was taking great care of him, but Jo Heechan was tired of it all.

Whether his eyes were open or closed, his thoughts were consumed by Seo Jungin. Sometimes his heart felt like it was tearing apart, sometimes he sobbed uncontrollably, and most of the time he was gripped by a melancholic gloom.

Footsteps approached, and the two men stopped beside him. His listless gaze remained fixed on their feet.

“This is Guide ‘—————’ whom I mentioned before. He was originally stationed at the branch office but has recently been transferred to headquarters. He’s an A-rank Guide, and his compatibility with you is over 90%, so he will be in charge of your guiding from now on.”

“Yes… Hello…”

Jo Heechan, still looking down, bowed his head in greeting.

“You’ll be seeing each other regularly at headquarters from now on, so please make him feel welcome.”

“…Welcome…”

“Thank you for the welcome, Esper Jo Heechan.”

Despite Jo Heechan’s perfunctory response, the new Guide spoke in a bright and friendly tone. Even so, Jo Heechan only made a pretense of lifting his head slightly.

“Then I’ll leave the guiding to you. Monitor the toxin levels on the screen, and after you’re finished, please scan your fingerprint on the comfort check sensor.”

“Understood.”

While the Guiding Director and the Guide spoke, Jo Heechan sat back down, resting his chin on his hand on the desk. His gaze drifted aimlessly towards a plant in the corner of the room. The Guide, in uniform, sat down in the opposite chair.

“Then let’s begin the guiding.”

The warmth of the Guide’s hand gently enveloping his own was comforting. Jo Heechan involuntarily flinched. A moment later, a warm guiding energy flowed through his hand. Starting from his palm, the tingling sensation spread pleasantly through his wrist, arm, and then his entire body.

He felt a sense of relief he had never experienced during the months he’d been receiving guiding from the ten rotating Guides of the Healing Team.

‘Indeed… the compatibility must be really high.’

Jo Heechan closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasant drowsiness.

‘The feeling of this guiding is similar to Seungmin Hyung’s…’

Just as he was feeling the toxins in his body dispersing and neutralizing, a sudden tingling sensation flowed through his hand.

“……?”

Jo Heechan’s eyes snapped open. The tingling sensation intensified, and then a wave of dizzying pleasure washed over him.

The sensation was so similar to the guiding he used to receive from Seo Jungin that Jo Heechan jerked his hand back in surprise and stood up abruptly.

“Ah, Esper…?”

“What, what… what, what is this…”

The Guide, sitting before Jo Heechan’s wide eyes, looked like a strange mixture of Han Seungmin and Seo Jungin. His slender face and bright expression, framed by flowing hair, resembled Han Seungmin. But his small, straight nose, thin red lips, and clear, light brown eyes were just like Seo Jungin’s.

As the Guide stared back at him with wide, surprised eyes, Jo Heechan saw both Han Seungmin and Seo Jungin superimposed in his features.

“Who… who are you…”

The Guide, flustered by Jo Heechan’s bewildered expression, awkwardly rose from his chair.

“I… I just guided you… were you in pain or discomfort?”

His startled expression, his bewildered eyes, everything reminded him of them. It stirred up all the guilt within Jo Heechan.

“…Get out…”

“…What?”

“Fuck! Get out!”

The Guide flinched and cowered, then quickly hurried out of the guiding room.

“What the hell. What was that all about?”

Jo Heechan’s darting eyes couldn’t settle anywhere.

He looked like a combination of Han Seungmin and Seo Jungin, and even his guiding energy felt similar. The thought that this was some kind of misguided sympathy, some part of a presumptuous recovery program, enraged him.

‘How dare they do this?!’

Jo Heechan shoved the chair aside and stormed out of the room. Suppressing his boiling rage, he headed towards Assistant Director Jo’s office.

Assistant Director Jo’s eyes widened as he saw Jo Heechan barge through the still-closing automatic glass doors.

Jo Heechan strode directly to his desk.

“What’s the deal with that Guide?”

He spat the words out.

“Heechan.”

“What the hell are you trying to pull?”

“…We’re trying to help you.”

Jo Heechan’s clenched fists trembled, as if he might punch Assistant Director Jo at any moment.

“Are you kidding me? This is supposed to help me?”

“…….”

“Did you even consider how I feel… how I would feel seeing that person?”

Unable to bring himself to strike Assistant Director Jo, he covered his own face with his hands. He was so angry he felt like he was going crazy.

“Knowing my condition, why would you do this… I’m already on the verge of losing it, why are you doing this to me too, Assistant Director?!”

“I did it because I know your condition, Heechan.”

“Just shut up with that bullshit.”

Assistant Director Jo’s face hardened. But when he saw tears welling up in Jo Heechan’s eyes, he sighed softly.

“Heechan… look in the mirror. Do you even realize how haggard you look? You’re barely participating in your recovery program. You’ll end up hospitalized yourself at this rate.”

“What does that have to do with this?”

“I initially said it wouldn’t work. I said that Guide wouldn’t be a good fit, no matter how high the guiding compatibility.”

“And… now that you’ve done it, what am I supposed to do…”

“That Guide knows what happened to the K814 team. He knows everything, and he still said he wanted to guide you.”

“Ha, who is he to… he thinks he’s something special, doesn’t he?”

“He sincerely wants to help you. Not just him, but all of us want to help you. We sincerely want to help you and Jungin.”

Jo Heechan wiped his tears roughly with his hand and glared down at Assistant Director Jo.

“If you really want to help me… will you just leave me alone? Please, stop poking and prodding and just leave me alone.”

“Heechan…!”

“I’m not going to receive guiding from that Guide again, so you should know that. And if you want to help me, please adjust his schedule and mine so that we don’t run into each other.”

Jo Heechan rattled off his words and abruptly turned around.

“Jo Heechan!”

Ignoring the call from behind, he pressed the button for the automatic glass doors. As the doors opened, he paused, looking down at the Guide standing there.

He stood there with an apologetic and compassionate look in his brown eyes, his face filled with uncertainty.

“…….”

Jo Heechan avoided looking at the face that resembled both Han Seungmin and Seo Jungin, walking past the Guide and out of the office. He felt the Guide’s gaze on his back but ignored it. His heart grew cold, like ice. Like the temperature of his own icy Esper ability flowing through him.

💘

After that day, Jo Heechan spent several days and nights caring for Seo Jungin, not even going home. He personally fed him, took him to the bathroom, talked to him about various things, and propped him up in bed to read to him.

When the weather was nice, he took him for walks in the garden outside the headquarters. He enjoyed the feeling of Seo Jungin leaning against him as they walked slowly.

In the evenings, he took him to the shower room and washed him. Sometimes, while he lathered and rinsed his body with a shower puff, Seo Jungin would stare intently at him.

Each time, he would try to speak to him, clinging to a futile hope, but there was never a response. Not wanting to show his disappointed face, Jo Heechan would force a smile.

At night, he would restrain Seo Jungin’s hands and feet, afraid he might have a seizure or harm himself while he slept.

After securing the restraints, he would crawl into bed with Seo Jungin, holding him close as they slept. Even as his consciousness drifted away, he held onto the hope that he might hear Seo Jungin’s voice in his dreams.

While diligently caring for Seo Jungin every day, making sure he ate properly, Jo Heechan often forgot to eat himself. He skipped his regular guiding sessions and recovery program.

Calls kept coming in, and alarms must have gone off, but he ignored them, frankly, not even paying attention.

By the time he realized that his tinnitus had worsened and a dull ache had settled in his head, Assistant Director Jo came to visit. He was reading to Seo Jungin, as usual.

He suddenly felt a gaze watching him from outside the hospital room window and looked up to see Assistant Director Jo waving gently. Jo Heechan told Seo Jungin he would be back shortly, closed the book, and stepped out of the room.

“You’ve arrived.”

“Yes. Have you had lunch?”

“Yes. I ate.”

At his perfunctory reply, Assistant Director Jo’s gaze swept over him, assessing and evaluating. Jo Heechan looked down at himself. His clothes were loose-fitting, mismatched, and his skin was rough, his hair unkempt.

Jo Heechan self-consciously touched his face and smoothed his hair.

“What lunch? You haven’t even had breakfast. You take such good care of Jungin’s meals, but you don’t take care of your own?”

“I’ll eat. Don’t worry about it.”

“You should act like I don’t need to worry.”

Assistant Director Jo frowned.

“Check your watch. The alarm must have gone off. When are you going to get your guiding?”

Jo Heechan glanced down at his watch. It spun loosely on his thinner wrist.

“I’ll get it when it’s time. Don’t worry about that either.”

“Haah…”

Assistant Director Jo sighed deeply.

“Jungin… he’s getting better, isn’t he? He’s eating well now. The test results are improving too. What’s making you so stressed? You need to be healthy to take care of Jungin properly.”

“I suppose so.”

“Don’t give me half-hearted answers, dammit.”

“…Alright.”

Assistant Director Jo patted Jo Heechan’s shoulder and continued,

“I’ll have the Healing Team ready this afternoon, so get your guiding. Come to the guiding room when you’re called.”

“…Yes…”

“If you don’t want to eat in the cafeteria, eat with Jungin in his room. I’ll tell them to include your meals with his from now on.”

Jo Heechan felt his tense heart gradually relax. He knew Assistant Director Jo cared about him. He just hadn’t had the mental capacity to appreciate it.

But he was tired. Both physically and mentally exhausted. So, Assistant Director Jo’s warm concern and consideration felt especially grateful today.

Jo Heechan silently looked at Seo Jungin through the glass window, his gaze fixed on him.

‘Right… if I collapse, who will take care of Jungin Hyung? The Assistant Director is right. I need to eat properly and get my guiding.’

Still looking at Seo Jungin, Jo Heechan spoke quietly.

“Then, I apologize for the trouble, but please send the meal to the room. I’ll eat with Jungin Hyung.”

He heard a small, relieved sigh from Assistant Director Jo.