I don't like you pt3
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Chang-ho fidgeted nervously as he followed Jung-il out of the reserved area.
They hadn't exchanged any words, leaving the atmosphere between them to be tense and awkward.
To be honest Chang-ho didn't know if following the other had been a smart choice, for all he knew he could just take him to a dark alley and make him disappear from the face of the earth.
Chang-ho whimpered at the thought, taking a cautious glance at the man in front of him.
So far, he looked neutral.
Maybe it wasn't anything bad?
Maybe he just wanted company?
Maybe Chang-ho was overreacting as always, but could you blame him? It's not like Jung-il had made a friendly impression on the first time.
It was only natural for him to be weary.
They ended up stopping at the back yard where a huge swimming pool overflowed with people swimming and making out all around it was found. It looked like the real party had just started as the star-less sky became darker.
He saw Jung-il leaning on a pillar, exhaling a puff of smoke out as he distanced the burning cigarette from his lips.
'When did he even light it on? Chang-ho asked himself clueless as to how the little cancerous roll of paper appeared.
He let out a sneeze as the strong smell of tobacco tickled his nose. He’s never had an encounter with tobacco before but given by the horrible smell coming from the cloudy whiff, he wasn't willing to try it either.
He took a few steps back so he wouldn't have to inhale a lot of that cloudy poison frowning in distaste as the smell seemed to get stronger by the minute.
After regaining control of his lungs and his watering eyes he looked up to find Jung-il looking at him with an intense gaze, causing him to freeze in place.
'OMG is he going to attack me?' He thought as he struggled to keep eye contact with the older guy feeling obviously intimidated.
He tried to avoid making any abrupt movement nor noises as he didn't want to anger the other but a really fastidious tingling sensation at the back of his throat caused him to let out a sudden cough which he struggled but obviously failed to keep in control.
He heard Jung-il let out a snort. Before he continued on, he took another drag of his precious roll.
Chang-ho hadn't even fully regained his composure when he heard him speak.
" You know, I really don't like you" he heard the older say with a neutral tone as if he had just been talking about the weather tonight.
'well no s**t' were the only thoughts that came to Chang-ho, he had wanted to roll his eyes, but he fought the urge and stayed quiet. He didn't think it was the appropriate time to act sassy.
It's not like he hadn't figured it out. It had been awfully obvious and Chang-ho had accepted it, just like he had accepted his fate and his life as an ordinary servant.
" I don't like you one bit " continued Jung-il.
" but he does…he really does. I can see it in his eyes" he stated his voice getting quieter and melancholic.
Chang-ho frowned 'What is he even talking about? ' He asked himself not comprehending the elder’s words.
" Do you even know how much it hurts?" He said staring into his soul
"Can you even imagine the pain I'm going through? Knowing that I could never have a chance with him after all these years...and to know that a...a..."
Jung-il looked at him in disgust
" A low life like you has him wrapped around his finger?!" He finished his voice getting louder and scarier.
Chang-ho winced not liking the turn of events.
" You think I didn't notice? His whole cold persona being all a facade? You think I didn't see it ? Him giving you all these worried glances on the way to our vacation?" Jung-il took a step forward
" You are going to a pay" another step
" If I can't have neither will you" one more step
I will ruin you and have you to myself, might as well get a new toy as compensation huh?"
By the time Jung-il had finished with his little outburst Chang-ho had found himself being caged by the older man who had slipped his hands onto his throat before forcibly bringing their faces closer.
Chang-ho trembled pathetically as he feared what was coming next.
Jung-il latched his lips at the base of Chang-ho's collar line, l*****g and nibbling the sensitive area as he applied an increasing amount of pressure on his hold.
The longer Jung-il continued his administration along his pale skin the more Chang-ho struggled to breathe, his head was spinning and his eyes starting to become hazy as the desperate need of air was being felt by his entire body.
He tried to take hold of the older wrists but Chang-ho was too weak to fight out of the strong grasp.
Fortunately for him Jung-il had decided to let him go, once he deemed his work good enough, leaving him to slump on the floor as he gasped for air
" I've marked you" said Jung-il in a satisfied tone.
" That way you won't forget our little conversation. I’m going in first, fix yourself and come back to the table" he made a move to be going before he suddenly stopped, turning to give Chang-ho a threatening glare.
" And if you ever try to spill this to Haneul.... "
He said his tone lowered, leaving an open threat which would stir Chang-ho to his imagination.
Chang-ho relaxed his shoulders once he saw the man disappear from his sight.
He let out a bunch of sobs as he lightly touched the abused area.
He flinched .
It hurt. And he could tell the bruise would stay on for a while.
Chang-ho crouched up hugging himself tightly as his whole body shook with the intensity of his cries ,and for the first time in his miserable life.
He wished to disappear.
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