Handsome Trash - 19 (R-19)
Clutching and crushing her chest, Eunhyuk quietly whispered behind her back.
“I gave you my phone number, my address, everything. You could have done anything. You could have called me, or if that was too much trouble, you could have come to me.”
He wasn’t wrong.
She was the one who hadn’t called Eunhyuk. She was the one who had left without telling him.
“You didn’t, in the end.”
She couldn’t say anything.
Recounting Grandma Soonok’s story would only make it worse.
Besides, there was nothing to be gained by telling him what a scumbag his grandfather was while he had a time-limited diagnosis, so it was best for her to remain silent at the time.
If she knew this would have happened, she would have told him.
She would have told him then.
She would have just spilled out the whole truth instead of letting him try to figure it out.
Now that she’s here, she can’t stop regretting it. She couldn’t fix his soured feelings that had been there for a long time.
Tears clouded Hyewon’s vision from frustration.
It was hard for her to control her overflowing emotions.
“… I honestly didn’t think our relationship could continue.”
“Yeah, you didn’t.”
Holding her tight in a bondage-like embrace, Eunhyuk swallowed for a moment before continuing.
“I was just that to you.”
“I won’t deny it.”
“I just hate that the only thing you’ve done since you left is make someone else’s bed.”
She wanted to be nonchalant.
But she isn’t naturally like that.
She is so used to being judged all the time.
She felt like if she didn’t control her excitement and the heart that beat for Eunhyuk, she’d be alone for the rest of her life like Soonok.
“When you check out, promise me we won’t meet again.”
She was afraid, so she spat out the words that weren’t true to her heart. She was like a hedgehog with spikes, ready to defend its little, tiny body.
“You think your bullshit about wanting to keep this f*cking job is going to work on an assh*le like me?”
“…”
“What should I do? I want to destroy every single little f*cking thing you have.”
He was a man who would destroy everything he didn’t have.
She didn’t know if that man’s relentless possessiveness would end up in their break up or an eternity together.
She was afraid because she didn’t know. She was afraid because she couldn’t see the future.
“Relax, Hyewon. I told you that my c*ck would burst if you cried like that.”
“Ah!”
The thing that had been faintly flinching as he spoke was now thrusting inside her.
The stabbing, digging sensation coming from behind made her lose her mind. Her throat was sore and her eyes were puffy from crying so much, and both stung with pain.
*.*.*.*
Dawn shone through the window.
Hyewon held onto Eunhyuk for dear life.
He drove inside her like a madman, as if he needed to fulfill all the s*x he’d been holding for the past two years.
He didn’t tire and he kept c*mming. She wondered if there was anything even left inside of him.
“Wallet.”
Morning came, which meant they had to return to their daily lives.
If the night had continued, Eunhyuk would have kept inserting in her, eliciting obsc*ne noises from her mouth.
Unlike Hyewon, who seemed to have passed out, Eunhyuk was neatly dressed in a suit. There was no sign of dishevelment from the previous night and he had a watch on his left wrist.
Hyewon slowly opened her eyes and pushed herself up.
Just as she was beginning to feel relieved that she was safely separated from Eunhyuk since he would leave for work soon, he asked for her wallet.
“… Wallet?”
“Take it out.”
When Hyewon’s eyes narrowed in wariness, he grabbed her bag off the floor and fished her wallet out of it.
After opening it and grabbing her ID, Eunhyuk shoved it back into her bag.
“I’ll keep your ID.”
“Don’t be crazy. Give it back to me.”
Hyewon, still n*ked as he robbed her of her ID, wrapped herself in a blanket and reached for him.
“No, I don’t want to. What if you run off after taking my c*ck all night again?”
It was a bit disturbing.
Did he think she was a woman who would go with anyone?
“… I told you I wasn’t leaving.”
He shoved her wallet back into her purse and pulled something else out.
“You’ve got a cell phone with no other contacts. Here, in case you feel like begging.”
“…”
Eunhyuk took the phone from her, semi-forcibly typing his cell phone number.
“I’ll contact you when I need to. Don’t call me unless you want to be punished.”
He texted the number so he had it in his phone.
“You’re lucky I’m working this morning. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten to work today.”
“Just keep your word. That’s what I came all this way for.”
Having embraced Eunhyuk with her whole body to the point of exhaustion, she had no energy to argue with him. It was difficult for her to even comfortably use her voice.
As Hyewon picked up the clothes that had been thrown haphazardly across the floor, reminding her of last night’s urgency, she found her underwear that Eunhyuk had taken yesterday, neatly folded.
“I ordered room service, so eat.”
Eunhyuk’s low voice echoed behind her.
“Mr. Cha Eunhyuk.”
“That’s not my name. I don’t want you to call me that.”
“…”
“We’ve been rolling around in bed all night and now I’m going to feed you. I have some conscience.”
He’s done all sorts of nasty things and said all sorts of obsc*ne things, but now he was trying to feed her.
“I’ll be late today. Come back to this room after you work.”
Eunhyuk gave her a short order and left the bedroom.
She thought he was gone, but then he came back. He pulled the blankets up to her chest and shoved something into her hand.
“Take the key.”
It was the suite card key.
“I have a roommate in the dorm. She’ll notice I’m staying out overnight.”
“You don’t think I know that?”
“…”
“Don’t forget, I can always call the hotel. This is all to my advantage.”
Hyewon glared at Eunhyuk, who was dressed similarly to the day they first met and made those murderous threats.
“You crawled into my room like a pervert and jumped on me… it isn’t difficult to make it seem like you’re the problem.”
‘So, be good. Do what I tell you to do.’
After adding the last part in his head, Eunhyuk turned to leave the room again but suddenly stopped.
“… How have you been doing? Were you staying here forever?”
The question he’d been holding back was blurted out of his mouth like he had been waiting the whole time.
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