My Only One Chapter 0 - Prologue

The chill from last night lingered without fading, hovering in the empty air. It was not simply due to the weather. The lower part of the room was so hot that it made one forget the cold of early spring, and the sharp wind that struck the firmly locked window wandered aimlessly outside without even a speck of dust entering the room.

Yet the reason this space felt chilly was because of Jinseo, who was not wearing even a single thread of clothing. In contrast to his body, which occasionally twitched spasmodically, his deeply sleeping eyelids, firmly closed, showed not the slightest movement.

At a time that had barely passed noon, Jinseo’s eyelids, which had been dozing lightly like a shrimp nap, twitched slightly. Soon after, his half-open eyes took on a dazed expression. Then, his eyes, which had blinked slowly several times, shook back and forth in confusion. Upon coming to his senses from the feel of the blanket he was lying on, the white wall in front of him, and the fishy smell piercing the tip of his nose, Jinseo sat up bolt upright without the slightest hesitation.

Ah…! A pained groan escaped through his gritted teeth. His brows furrowed deeply as well. Jinseo’s eyes, which scanned his own body in disbelief, soon turned bright red.

His naked body was, to put it bluntly, a complete mess. The sticky liquid flowing along the cleft of his buttocks, the red handprints engraved here and there on his legs, and the upper body stained in mottled patches all evoked memories of last night’s violent lovemaking. Just then, as nausea welled up, the firmly closed door burst open with an unfamiliar noise. It was the sound of the door lock opening.

Jinseo immediately raised his head at that sound. With eyes filled with rage, he glared at Jeonghan, who had opened the door with tears hanging in his eyes. Unlike Jinseo, Jeonghan looked immaculate.

Even though the distance between the bed and the door was quite far, Jinseo still had to look up to gaze at him. It was partly because Jinseo’s body had shrunk back as much as possible, but also because of his tall stature. Contrary to his face, which was dressed in the refined appearance of a handsome man, Jeonghan’s physique was extremely robust. Even wearing a generously sized T-shirt, the muscles faintly visible beneath it made his beauty all the more exquisite.

Jeonghan received Jinseo’s gaze, which despised him, as it was, and smiled leisurely. In one of his hands, he carried a basin containing water and a towel.

Jeonghan swept his leisurely gaze over Jinseo’s mottled face and then spoke in his usual Jeonghan tone.

“Stay lying down a bit more. I’ll wipe your body for you. Or…”

Unlike Jinseo, who made an expression as if he would collapse at any moment, there was not the slightest change on Jeonghan’s face. After a moment of fidgeting without being able to move, Jeonghan’s lips parted with excitement.

“Want to wash together?”

“Are you crazy…? Are you in your right mind?”

Jinseo’s voice, filled with anger, cracked coarsely and pathetically. Perhaps because his throat couldn’t hold out, soon after, labored residual coughs followed.

However, Jeonghan seemed to have no regard for the words asking if he was crazy, merely gazing quietly at Jinseo, who was coughing dryly. Soon, he closed the open door and headed toward the bed where Jinseo was.

In an instant, Jinseo’s face turned pale. As soon as he pulled the blanket over to cover his body, when Jeonghan approached, Jinseo fled to the opposite edge of the bed. Even so, it was a distance Jeonghan could reach with a stretch of his hand, but because that struggle was quite desperate, Jeonghan’s brows furrowed unpleasantly. With eyes full of wariness shooting daggers at him while trembling all over like that… It seemed like Jinseo was once again wounding his tender heart.

Even to Jeonghan’s eyes, Jinseo’s state was pitiful. The tear stains plastered thickly on both eyes and both cheeks, and the black hair disheveled pathetically, told as much. But that appearance, as always, looked endlessly beautiful to Jeonghan.

Jeonghan set down the basin of water on the bedside table next to the bed, then bent his upper body forward and reached out a hand toward the blanket covering Jinseo. He intended to pull down the blanket and wipe the body of Jinseo that would be revealed. But Jinseo fiercely rejected that touch. With a smack, Jinseo slapped away Jeonghan’s hand audibly, and even though there was nowhere to escape with the wall blocking him, he still tried to crawl backward.

“D-don’t come. Get out!”

It was a voice full of hostility. But Jeonghan was not one to yield to that. He reached out again and seized Jinseo’s slender forearm, then yanked him toward himself without giving Jinseo a chance to resist.

Unable to withstand that strength, Jinseo, who was instantly trapped in Jeonghan’s embrace, thrashed about trying to escape, but Jeonghan’s hand held Jinseo’s body even tighter, as if refusing to allow even that.

Jinseo clenched his fists and struck Jeonghan’s body boldly. And he even bit Jeonghan’s forearm with his teeth. But Jeonghan merely looked down at such a Jinseo without any sign of pain.

After struggling for a long while, Jinseo eventually leaned his forehead against Jeonghan’s chest and panted for breath. It was because the muscle pain rising from all over his body had drained him of strength. Though he occasionally trembled faintly with the meager strength that remained, it gave not even a speck of impact to Jeonghan, who had already endured Jinseo thrashing even more violently than that.

In the end, Jeonghan, silently feeling Jinseo who had given up and become docile, smiled in satisfaction. With one hand, he slowly stroked his round occipital region.

“Since you’re awake, let’s wash together. Hyung is tired, so I’ll wash you.”

“Hnng…”

In the end, sobs forced their way out. Upon hearing Jinseo’s sniffling sounds, Jeonghan cupped his cheeks with both hands and carefully lifted them up. And he pressed his lips several times to Jinseo’s cheeks and forehead.

“Does it hurt? Sorry. Next time, I’ll be gentle.”

It was a Jeonghan voice with no trace of guilt. Jinseo’s pupils, who had been shedding silent tears, gradually became hollow.

Jinseo could not know how things had come to this point. He had only wanted to live a peaceful life together with the one he loved. Clearly, today was the day he was supposed to leave his family home and move into Hajun’s house… But when he came to his senses, his body was bound in a place he did not know. And that, too, together with his younger brother Jeonghan, whom he had vowed never to see again.

When he entrusted his listless body to Jeonghan and merely sobbed, his body suddenly floated into the air. It was because Jeonghan had scooped up the limply dangling Jinseo just like that.

“Ah!”

A horrific sharp pain was felt in the area around his buttocks supported by Jeonghan’s arms. In order to reduce the pain, he reflexively pushed against Jeonghan’s shoulder. But it was an absurdly weak force. Without any sign of difficulty, Jeonghan pulled Jinseo even closer into his embrace. Because of that, Jinseo’s stiffened thighs trembled violently, and from his mouth came groans enduring the pain, broken off in drops. Jeonghan patted such a Jinseo’s back and headed to the bathroom.

The bathroom where Jeonghan had brought Jinseo was so spacious that it seemed to have countless corners to escape to. This place, neatly tiled with white tiles, had no trace of warmth to be found. Jeonghan approached the round bathtub installed in the middle of the bathroom and turned on the water.

By the time white steam was rising languidly, Jeonghan checked the water temperature and plugged the faucet hole with the stopper. And he carefully placed Jinseo, who was in his arms, down into the bathtub.

“Not too hot?”

Jeonghan, who had been swishing the water that had risen enough to cover his feet with his hand, asked Jinseo. Jinseo gave no reply. He merely hugged his knees with both arms and glared only at the bottom of the bathtub as the water filled. Jeonghan, who had been quietly watching such a Jinseo, stood up and stepped into the bathtub where Jinseo was. Jinseo, startled with a flinch, tried to pull his body backward, but this place, too, was no different in having nowhere to escape.

Without hesitation, Jeonghan spread Jinseo’s legs and sat down in between them. Jinseo, whose face had turned ashen, fiercely pushed Jeonghan away and tried to close his legs, but the already overworked muscles did not obey his will.

“What are you doing, fuck! Get away!”

Even amid Jinseo’s intense thrashing, Jeonghan lifted him up so he wouldn’t sink into the bathtub, and slipped one hand toward Jinseo’s buttocks. And without hesitation, he began pressing firmly on Jinseo’s hole with his fingertips. At that moment, Jinseo’s body jerked spasmodically. The tears that had stopped welled up again at the corners of his eyes.

“Ah, don’t do it! Please…!”

Ignoring Jinseo, who pushed against his shoulders with a desperate gaze, Jeonghan inserted the finger that had been circling the hole without hesitation.

“Aaak! Ah, it hurts!”

Even though it was barely one finger, Jinseo twisted his body in agony. It was because last night’s lovemaking had been so harsh. But Jeonghan did not stop and began moving his finger.

“Take it out! I said take it out, ngh! Ah!”

“Stay still. It’s not like I…”

“Ahk, ah…!”

“don’t like holding hyung like this.”

If I leave it like that, you’ll get a stomachache. Hyung can’t be in pain, right? Jeonghan pressed his lips to the furrowed brows of Jinseo, distorted in pain, and whispered.

His appearance, saying not to be in pain after having caused the pain, was contradictory. But it was hardly likely to reach the ears of Jinseo, who was barely enduring the agony. In the end, Jinseo clutched Jeonghan’s shoulders with fingertips turned white. His pitifully spread thighs trembled uncontrollably, and between his lips, sniffles kept leaking out.

After stirring up Jinseo’s rear hole for a long while, making squelching sounds, Jeonghan’s finger withdrew. Milky semen also trickled out along Jeonghan’s hand.

Even though it had not been long since he woke up, Jinseo felt his mind becoming dazed once more. He did not want to think of anything, and he did not want to feel anything. The hand clutching Jeonghan’s shoulder lost strength, and with his eyes fully relaxed, he merely dangled there, exhaling labored breaths.

Jeonghan examined such a Jinseo and then covered his eyes with a large hand. In an instant, darkness arrived. Sleep more, it’s okay. I’ll take care of everything… Jeonghan’s voice was heard broken off in drops. Even producing a reaction was difficult. Leaning on the touch stroking his back, he forcibly accepted his fading consciousness.