𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 & 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐡𝐞𝐦 || 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐥 (𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈)

4.2 - Seungcheol

I smirk. "Probably not."

And it's the truth.

One of us is gone.

Dead, and it's because of me.

Because of us.

Because I'll forever protect Jeonghan, and if that means I need to take the lives of all our friends, I'd do it without blinking an eye.

A silent sob racks his spine, and I bring my fingers to his waist, curling them around his hip. "Don't be sad, baby. You'll always have me."

"I can't be without them. They're my best friends," he moans quietly, tearing out of my hold. He spins around, getting onto his knees as he faces me. His knees dig into the mattress, pressing against mine. "How could you so easily throw them away?"

I narrow my eyes, bringing my fingers forward and threading them behind his ear. I pull his head toward mine, "You think it feels good to lose my closest friends? I imagine it would feel just the same as a knife to the gut." I chuckle, and he shivers in my arms. "Though, I would throw away the world if it meant I was able to keep you," I growl against his cheek.

He whimpers, and I grab onto his hands, pulling them up until he grips his headboard. "Hold on tightly, Hannie. I'm done talking now."

I shove his shirt up, until it's bunched around his upper ribs, and I watch as a ripple rolls down his spine. I span my fingers around his waist, lining him up against mine.

His fingernails press against the wooden headboard, the pink flesh turning white a moment before it flushes a dark red.

"Are you mad at me?" he whispers as he holds on tightly.

Squatting down behind him, I inhale deeply, able to smell his fear, his arousal, as is permeates the air. I hum under my breath as I stare at his glistening folds. "Yes, Jeonghan, if your heart didn't belong to me, I think I'd have bled you out by now."

My tongue darts out, and I swipe it around the rim, tasting the sweetness of him. He is delicious. Delectable. I dive in more, dipping my tongue deep into his hole, feeling his walls clenching around the muscle of my tongue. I swirl my tongue into him, fucking him gently until he lets out a moan, his body tensing around me. I swipe my tongue up, taking care of his dick. It's swollen, pulsing against my tongue, and I let out a moan, flattening my tongue and flicking once, twice, three times.

He lets out a moan, pushing his body toward my mouth. With a shaky breath, he whispers, "Do you want to kill me? Hurt me?" His words are fearful, terrified.

I smirk. He wants to play this game.

Dragging my hands up his back, I dance the tips of my fingers over his shoulder blades, along the curve of his slender neck, and across his jaw. I pinch his chin a moment, until he lets out a small whimper in pain.

"Yes, baby. I want to hurt you very much. So much so I can feel the tremble in my wrists as I hold myself back from tearing you apart."

Suddenly, it's as if a fire lights underneath him. He tears out of my hold, spinning around until we're face to face. He gets close, so I can see his damp, twisted lips, his burning eyes, his pink cheeks.

"You have no right to be angry with me. You lied to me, you played games with me. You pretended to be someone you weren't." His eyes grow watery. "Every time I feel like I can get over it, the image of Vernon dead on the ground comes back to me. The sound of Seungkwan crying." He wipes his tears viciously, until all I can focus on is his constant flow of tears that roll down his cheeks. "You killed my father. You tried to kill Jihoon."