Actually, It’s a Messy Melodrama Chapter 94

“Our relationship….”

“I don’t know. My feelings for Mr. President are feelings I’ve never felt before in my life… but I’m not sure if that truly originates from my heart or if it’s because of this situation.”

“Ah….”

Taejun felt a familiar agony in Haeshin’s words. It resembled a struggle Taejun once had.

There was a time when even Taejun couldn’t be certain whether he liked Cha Haeshin, or if the single lifeline he could cling to was simply precious to him.

“I sometimes feel that Mr. President also has special feelings for me.”

And Cha Haeshin, who never hesitated or ran away, jumped straight toward Taejun this time as well, without beating around the bush. Taejun was marveled. You wouldn’t be able to find a person this brave even if you searched the entire world.

“You… Cha Haeshin, you are really….”

“Am I wrong?”

Taejun collapsed helplessly like a sandcastle before a wave.

“Yeah. You’re right. You are precious and special to me. It’s not simply because you’re the person who can end this hell. And I….”

“….”

“Yeah. I’m defining this with a slightly more explicit word.”

Taejun did not say love prematurely. He hoped that word wouldn’t clumsily define the emotions Han Taejun and Cha Haeshin shared. In the world of these two, there were things much larger and more sublime that couldn’t be expressed by love alone.

“Should I… do that too?”

So Taejun smiled softly at Haeshin’s question. That question itself was proof that Haeshin was feeling the same thing as him.

Taejun carefully reached out and cupped Haeshin’s cheek. Haeshin did not pull away.

Taejun always considered the clarity of words important. To hope that others would understand while not properly expressing one’s thoughts or feelings was selfish, cowardly, and inefficient.

However, after meeting Haeshin, Taejun realized there are things that don’t need to be explained with words. Some emotions could even be ruined the moment one tried to define them with a word.

This was a new world and an exchange on a completely different dimension. Taejun, who had been trapped in a repeating, hellish time, was now floating through a universe that no one else could experience.

At the same time, Taejun was certain that even if he spoke of love, Haeshin wouldn’t feel repulsion toward that emotion or retreat while recalling Jin Youngmin’s violence.

Because Cha Haeshin was a man who looked right through Han Taejun’s soul. He would never be confused about the kind of person Taejun was.

“No. You don’t need to do that on purpose.”

Taejun answered with a voice firmer than ever.

“Cha Haeshin, you can just feel, define, and speak in whatever way you want, at whatever time you want.”

Haeshin was already surprisingly brave and gave him more trust than he deserved. Taejun didn’t want Haeshin to struggle for anything anymore.

“Because even if you don’t define it, I won’t get tired.”

At Taejun’s last words, Haeshin felt an intense, indescribable emotion wrap around his soul. Taejun realized exactly what Haeshin was worried about.

Haeshin worried that Taejun might get tired because of his ambiguous attitude. The more he felt Taejun’s feelings becoming clearer, the more anxious he grew that Taejun might be hurt by his heart, which wasn’t giving back an exact response.

But now Taejun was looking straight into Haeshin’s eyes and saying: that he wouldn’t get tired, that he wouldn’t be hurt, and so he shouldn’t worry about anything and just stay as he is.

So how could Cha Haeshin endure the surging passion any longer?

Haeshin reached out and cupped Taejun’s cheek. He could see his own trembling fingertips, but it didn’t matter because Taejun’s eyes were trembling just as much.

“Mr. President, surprisingly, you’re not very good at business.”

Taejun turned his head and let out a laugh, lightly kissing the palm of Haeshin’s hand. In all the world, Cha Haeshin was likely the only person who would tell the heir of Myungjin, a leader of South Korea, that he was bad at business.

“I’m already reflecting on how I ended up in this state.”

Taejun’s voice, replying like a joke, trembled mercilessly. It was only natural, since Haeshin’s thumb was gently rubbing Taejun’s lips.

Haeshin moved his body closer, and now they could fully feel each other’s breath against the tips of their noses. Haeshin whispered.

“This is… what I want right now.”

At the same time, Haeshin slowly kissed Taejun. It was an infinitely clumsy and cautious kiss. Haeshin simply kept his mouth pressed against his, doing nothing else.

Taejun, who had momentarily closed his eyes in nervousness, slowly opened them to see Haeshin with both eyes shut tight, not moving an inch.

Taejun almost burst into a laugh at the excessively cute sight; he barely held it back and wrapped his arms around Haeshin’s waist, pulling him close so as not to startle him.

And as if asking for permission, he stuck out his tongue and carefully licked Haeshin’s lips. Haeshin’s shoulders flinched, but he didn’t avoid Taejun’s lips.

Taejun gathered a bit more courage and pushed his tongue between Haeshin’s lips this time. It was a level of strength that Haeshin could have rejected if he didn’t want it. However, this time too, instead of pushing Taejun away, Haeshin opened his lips very slightly.

Taejun did not miss the opportunity. He inserted his tongue into the gap Haeshin provided, tilted his head to interlock their lips more deeply, and began to taste the soft flesh inside Haeshin’s mouth.

It was different from the previous kiss, which was marked by pain and sorrow. Right here, there was the pure affection shared by the two of them. That fact uplifted Taejun boundlessly.

“Mmm….”

At Taejun’s movement—tickling the roof of his mouth and wetly entangling their tongues—Haeshin let out a small groan. Taejun felt a thrill, as if electricity were running down his spine. An unbelievable sense of satisfaction wrapped around his entire body.

The explicit sound of wet flesh meeting and parting filled the room. Even though the air conditioner was running, the air heated up in an instant.

Taejun lightly gripped Haeshin’s hair and pulled with more force. He couldn’t keep his senses straight because of the sweetness he felt every time he sucked on Haeshin’s tongue.

“Heup…! Huu….”

Taejun’s persistent kissing only ended after Haeshin gasped painfully, unable to breathe properly. With movements full of lingering desire, Taejun repeatedly kissed Haeshin’s cheeks, chin, and neck.

Taejun, looking at Haeshin—who looked quite battered despite having started it first—as if he were cute, wiped his lips that were glistening with saliva and said.

“Goodnight, Haeshin-ah.”

The words “I love you” weren’t necessary at this moment.

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Haeshin opened his eyes to the sensation of an unpleasant liquid soaking his cheek. Was I lying down? His mind was hazy and he couldn’t see well.

Then, a pain as if his head were breaking flooded in. Haeshin tried to scream and get up, but his voice wouldn’t come out and he couldn’t move his body as he wished.

Only then did Haeshin realize the liquid soaking his cheek was blood. Is it blood I’m shedding? He couldn’t be certain as his senses were unclear. His head touching the floor felt hot at one moment and cool the next.

‘Haeshin-ah! Cha Haeshin!’

Just then, he heard someone’s voice. He didn’t even know who it was, yet a feeling of longing and worry flooded over him.

“This… this is all because… because of you!”

At the same time, another fearful and unpleasant voice began to scream from the side. Feeling a sudden sense of anxiety, Haeshin tried his best to move, but he couldn’t even flicker a finger.

‘Haeshin-ah, wake up! Just a moment, endure for just a moment. I’ll—I’ll save you. Please, Haeshin-ah!’

The voice of the man crying out was so pathetic. If he could, he wanted to get up and hold him tight. Who could it be? Who on earth was holding onto him so sorrowfully? Haeshin used all his strength to try and open his eyes and check the wailing man.

‘You mustn’t lose consciousness!’

And the moment Haeshin saw the man shouting desperately, he knew. Though his vision was blurry and he couldn’t recognize the face at all, he realized that he was his beloved partner.

And as if wary of Haeshin’s realization, another voice screamed.

‘If it weren’t for you… fuck, if you just weren’t here, it would have been enough!’

Ah, no. No, please.

Haeshin trembled. A mysterious sense of dread suddenly covered Haeshin like a tsunami. The person he loved was in danger. He had to run away from that voice.

Haeshin moved his mouth. He wanted to let him know the danger somehow. He shouted frantically to run away, to leave him behind and please escape, but no sound came out of his mouth.

‘Die… die, you son of a bitch!’

And at that very moment, a figure like a dark shadow, holding a coldly glinting blade in its hand, lunged straight at the wailing man.

No!!

Along with Haeshin’s silent scream, the world collapsed.