Actually, It’s a Messy Melodrama Chapter 98

“I’d welcome that kind of brazenness any day.”

“I’m embarrassed, though.”

“Should I make it less embarrassing for you?”

“How?”

At that moment, Taejun grabbed Haeshin’s arm and pulled him close. Haeshin, who was lightly dragged toward him while still seated, reflexively swallowed hard as he looked at Taejun’s face, now inches away.

In his life, Haeshin’s heart had rarely pounded from a good feeling. Usually, his chest throbbed only when he was terrified or worried. But in this moment, Haeshin felt a fluttering heartbeat filled entirely with excitement.

Meanwhile, Taejun, who had gently wrapped his arms around Haeshin’s waist, continued.

“My heart flutters just by looking at your face.”

“Ah…”

“Just thinking about Cha Haeshin makes my heart race.”

It wasn’t as if saying these things wasn’t embarrassing or awkward for Han Taejun. His reddened earlobes and neck were clear proof of that. Nevertheless, Taejun did not stop his embarrassing confession.

It was purely for Cha Haeshin. It was so Haeshin could speak of his own feelings more comfortably. So he could be as brazen and shameless as he wanted.

After listening to everything Taejun had to say, Haeshin spoke with a playful expression.

“Hearing you say that makes me even more embarrassed, Mr. President.”

“Then that’s a shame.”

Taejun shrugged playfully as he looked at Haeshin, who claimed to be embarrassed but wore a fairly happy expression. After staring at Taejun in silence for a moment, Haeshin very carefully reached out and wrapped his arms around Taejun’s neck.

Taejun pulled Haeshin’s thin body into his arms and held him tightly. He felt a fresh wave of emotion at the fact that he had become this intimate with Cha Haeshin.

Burying his cheek against Taejun’s shoulder, Haeshin whispered.

“Please always be careful, no matter what you do.”

Taejun thought he had successfully diverted Haeshin’s attention, but it seemed Haeshin was still thinking about the phone he had handed over. Taejun gently patted Haeshin’s back.

“Yeah. I’ll be careful, so don’t worry.”

“And don’t do anything dangerous.”

“I won’t.”

“And don’t hide too much from me, either.”

Haeshin pulled back slightly from Taejun’s embrace and met his eyes directly as he continued.

“Please don’t let me face misfortune without knowing anything.”

In those final words, Taejun could feel the fear Haeshin carried. He could feel Haeshin’s emotions shrinking back—the fear that Han Taejun might get hurt, that he might lose Han Taejun, and that the pain of losing someone precious might strike him once again.

“I will. I promise.”

Taejun’s hands slowly cupped Haeshin’s cheeks. Haeshin didn’t pull away from his touch; he leaned into it and then tilted his head slightly to press a soft kiss against Taejun’s palm.

Taejun bit his lip and held his breath. Even though he knew Haeshin’s kiss was a prayer carrying his earnest heart, he couldn’t suppress the rising passion.

The palm where Haeshin’s lips touched felt as hot as if it had been burned. The flames of emotion that pierced through, as if scorching his palm, swallowed Taejun at a terrifying speed.

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

This time, Taejun took Haeshin’s hand and whispered as he lowered his lips to the back of it. It was an act of voluntary submission and worship. It was a vow to willingly serve his savior, Cha Haeshin.

“So just stay by my side, exactly as you are now.”

Without saying the word love, Taejun poured out a desperate confession. His lips moved past the back of Haeshin’s hand to his wrist, brushed his arm and shoulder, and approached his cheek. It was a very slow and respectful act. Haeshin could have pushed him away or refused at any point if he didn’t want it, but he didn’t.

Their eyes met again at close range. Haeshin saw the intense, explicit desire in Taejun’s eyes, and his own reflection within them.

“If you don’t want to, I won’t.”

Taejun whispered in a low voice and paused. It seemed he was giving Haeshin time to push him away.

A man who had likely rarely experienced rejection from others in his life was being this cautious in front of someone who had nothing. Haeshin felt an indescribable, lovely emotion fill him as he spoke.

“I don’t dislike it at all.”

“Ah…”

“I… like you, Mr. President.”

In that moment, Taejun could feel it. This was the best confession Haeshin could give.

Haeshin didn’t know if this was love, and he wasn’t sure if love was actually a good thing, so he hesitated—yet he couldn’t suppress his growing feelings for Han Taejun and wanted to express them somehow.

Worried that Han Taejun might not know, or might get hurt or exhausted without knowing, Haeshin was trying this hard to convey his heart to him.

So how could Taejun suppress those feelings? How could he not be moved by such fervent and lovely affection?

“Alright.”

Gaining courage thanks to Haeshin expressing his heart, Taejun smiled with a face that looked almost arrogant compared to before, then pulled Haeshin in and swallowed his lips.

Taejun pulled the slightly stiff body closer and tilted his head, instantly parting Haeshin’s lips and pushing his tongue inside. He caught Haeshin’s tongue, which was at a loss from the unfamiliar intrusion, and sucked on it before rubbing his tongue against every corner of the other’s mouth.

“Nngh…”

A small moan escaped from the back of Haeshin’s throat. That ticklish sound stimulated Taejun’s desire.

Taejun’s hand slipped under Haeshin’s thin T-shirt and gently rubbed his bare skin. As Taejun stroked Haeshin’s arched back—which had tensed up from the novel stimulation—and caressed his skin along the spine while pushing his tongue deep into his throat, Haeshin trembled. It was a lovely movement.

“Haa, ngh…!”

For Haeshin, who was gasping and unable to breathe properly, Taejun briefly withdrew his tongue from where it had been roaming the tender flesh of Haeshin’s mouth. This time, his lips lightly bit Haeshin’s neck.

“Ah…!”

Haeshin tilted his neck back and let out a breath. Not missing the movement, Taejun laid Haeshin down on the sofa and lowered his body over him.

“Haeshin… Cha Haeshin…”

Hot breaths flowed out through Taejun’s voice as he called his name repeatedly. Haeshin blinked with a face made hazy as if he had drunk a potion.

Taejun’s hand, which had been rubbing his back and waist, eventually fumbled over Haeshin’s ribs and soon gripped his chest. When Taejun’s thumb rubbed firmly against a stiffened nipple, Haeshin’s shoulders jolted.

“Pre— Mr. President, wait…!”

“You smell so good, Haeshin.”

“Hngh…!”

Taejun, who had been repeatedly biting and licking Haeshin’s neck without causing pain, soon came back to kiss him again. Positioning himself between Haeshin’s spread legs, Taejun moved his hips and stimulated him below. It was an instinctive movement rather than a calculated one.

Matching Taejun’s movements, Haeshin moved up and down as well. Even though they were fully clothed, his body grew hot.

The constant tightening sensation in his lower abdomen made Haeshin feel like he was losing his mind. Every time that hot piece of flesh filled his mouth and rubbed against his tongue, moans kept breaking out.

It wasn’t as if it were his first time engaging in sexual acts, but strangely, it felt as unfamiliar as if it were the first. In reality, this kind of sensation was a first.

To Haeshin, sexual acts felt more like a duty or responsibility a married couple was supposed to perform rather than a desire. Even before his relationship with Jin Youngmin soured, it was an act where tension or fear outweighed excitement.

Since sleeping with Jin Youngmin was always rough and coercive, his aversion grew worse by the day. After Youngmin began resorting to outright violence, it simply became another form of assault, no different from being punched.

Because of that, Haeshin had to struggle for a long time after his regression, as he would be terrified by even the minor touch of others.

But now was different. Every stimulation Taejun gave him provided pleasure rather than fear. It felt like discovering a whole new world.

“Ah, nngh…”

When Taejun gave a nipple a slight pinch, Haeshin twisted his waist and moaned. He heard Taejun let out a small chuckle, but Haeshin didn’t even have the mental space to be embarrassed. It felt like his mind had turned into a mess. He couldn’t follow any thought properly.

Right then, Taejun’s hand, which had been caressing his chest, moved further down and rubbed Haeshin’s lower abdomen. And at the moment it naturally tried to slip inside his pants—

“Ah…!”

Haeshin, who had been reacting hazily as if intoxicated, suddenly pushed Taejun’s shoulders roughly and sat up. Taejun, pushed away in an instant, looked at Haeshin with a bewildered expression.

“I, I’m, wait… no, well…”

Haeshin, now half-upright, stammered. His face, which had turned pale in an instant, made it look as though he was the one more flustered. It had clearly felt good. The stimulation and touch Taejun gave were all pleasant, yet he looked like he couldn’t understand why he had suddenly acted this way.

“Cha Haeshin. It’s okay.”

Taejun was the first to grasp the situation and move. He straightened Haeshin’s disheveled clothes and slowly helped him sit up properly. Then, after wiping the lips that were glistening with his saliva, he looked at Haeshin with a tender gaze.

Haeshin couldn’t say a word and just opened and closed his mouth. He was flustered himself and felt so sorry toward Taejun that the words wouldn’t come easily. Taejun smiled softly, as if he understood even those feelings.