You're Mine, I'm Yours II

Part 9

Violence and adult content 🚫

Khaotung's fists collided with the punching bag, the raw energy driving him forward as he replayed that encounter with First again and again, each punch filled with the frustration and shame he couldn't shake. The steady rhythm of his knuckles pounding against the leather echoed in the empty hall, a relentless tempo that was almost hypnotic. But beneath the controlled brutality, there was a storm of emotions tearing at him, fueled by the memory of First hovering over him, his fingers gripping Khaotung's throat in a bruising hold that had left him both breathless and humiliated.

He could still feel the bruises, the sting of each mark that First had left-not just on his skin, but on his pride. The way First's gaze had bored into him, that arrogant smirk tugging at his lips, like he knew exactly how powerless Khaotung felt. It was infuriating, demeaning, and yet...there was something else there, something Khaotung hated himself for wanting. First's rough kiss, his possessive hold-it had ignited something buried deep within him, something he wished he could tear out and destroy.

The memory left him shaking, his fists hitting the bag faster, harder, but it wasn't enough to drown out the shame and the twisted longing that simmered beneath his anger. The way First's hand had tightened around his throat, pressing just enough to make Khaotung's pulse hammer in his chest, to leave him feeling utterly at First's mercy-it was humiliating, degrading. Yet he couldn't deny the heat that had surged through him in that moment, the way his body had responded, betraying him.

*"You don't need me, huh?"* First's mocking voice echoed in his mind, each word laced with that same smugness that made Khaotung want to punch something-or maybe even pull him close, just to wipe that look off his face. That taunt had dug under Khaotung's skin, stinging in a way he hadn't expected. First knew him too well, knew exactly where to strike to make him unravel. No matter how many times Khaotung told himself he didn't care, that he'd moved on, First always found a way to draw him back in, to leave him feeling raw and exposed.

"Fuck," Khaotung growled under his breath, throwing another punch, his knuckles screaming in protest. But he didn't stop, couldn't stop. The anger inside him was a dark, restless thing, clawing at him, demanding release.

The sound of Ohm's voice pierced through the haze. "You're gonna break your hands if you keep going like that."

Khaotung barely registered Ohm's words, the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. "I'm fine," he muttered, though the edge in his voice was undeniable.

Ohm studied him with a frown, concern flickering across his face. "Doesn't seem like it." He tossed Khaotung a towel, watching him with a cautious eye. "Whatever it is, you're letting it get to you, man."

But Khaotung didn't respond, his mind still locked on that moment with First, that final, mocking whisper. *"One day, you'll admit it to yourself, Khaotung. You're not as in control as you think."*

The truth in those words gnawed at him, a bitter reminder of just how deeply First could unsettle him. He hated that First could see through him, hated the power he still held over him. But what he hated most was that, no matter how hard he tried to push those feelings down, they always came back, resurfacing like a wound that refused to heal.

Ohm was packing up, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye, but Khaotung couldn't bring himself to talk about what was really bothering him. It was easier to keep it all locked inside, to deal with it on his own. As Ohm headed for the exit, Khaotung remained behind, his thoughts still tangled in the past.

He took a deep breath, stepping back from the punching bag and wiping the sweat from his face. He told himself he could control this, that First's hold on him was nothing more than a passing infatuation, a remnant of their tangled past. But even as he walked away, the memory of First's gaze lingered, a reminder of the truth he couldn't escape.