Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 8

Seungcheol removed his shirt swiftly. Jeonghan's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of his naked chest, the gang leader's tattoos on full display. They were beautiful, but they were also a reflection of the life that Seungcheol had lived, a life filled with pain and violence. Jeonghan's fingers traced along the scars and the tattoos, a silent question in his eyes.

Seungcheol's breath hitched at Jeonghan's touch, his body responding to the thief's touch in ways he didn't want to admit. The scars on his chest were a reminder of his past, of the things he had been through and  fought. But Jeonghan's touch was soft and gentle, not a judgment but a silent question, and it was that gentleness that undid him.

He reached up and grabbed Jeonghan's wrist, stopping his fingers from tracing over the scars on his chest. "Don't." he said, his voice a gruff whisper. "Don't look at them. They're not pretty."

Jeonghan's eyes softened as he looked at Scoups. He could see the vulnerability in the gang leader's eyes, the pain and shame that he tried to hide. "They're a part of you." he said quietly. "And I want to see all of you, not just the parts you want to show me."

Seungcheol's grip on Jeonghan's wrist tightened at his words, the raw emotion there making his heart clench. He wasn't used to someone seeing him like this, seeing beneath the tough exterior and all the way down to his vulnerable core. He wanted to resist, to push Jeonghan away and hide behind his walls, but there was something about the thief's gentle touch and quiet words that made him weak.

Jeonghan leaned down, his mouth hovering over one of his scars. His breath tickled the sensitive skin there, and Seungcheol couldn't help but shiver. Jeonghan's lips grazed gently over the raised skin, his touch achingly tender.

Seungcheol's breath caught in his throat at his touch, his body responding to the thief's gentle caress. The scars on his chest were a reminder of his past, the battles and the pain, but Jeonghan's lips on his skin made them feel less ugly, less shameful.

Jeonghan's mouth trailed over his chest, his lips and tongue tracing along the lines of his scars and the dark ink of his tattoos. He could feel the gang leader's pulse racing beneath his lips, could hear the rough catch in his breath.

Seungcheol's mind was spinning with sensation, the combination of Jeonghan's touch and the vulnerability he was showing undoing him. He wanted to fight it, to push the thief away and keep his guard up, but his mouth was too delicious, too addictive, to resist.

Jeonghan's fingers explored the expanse of his torso, the firm muscles of his stomach, the dip of his abs. His tongue traced along the lines of the gang leader's tattoos, committing each one to memory.

But suddenly, Jeonghan's actions took Seungcheol by surprise, the thief quickly handcuffing his wrist to the bed frame before he could even react. The gang leader's eyes widened as he tried to pull his hand out of the handcuff, but Jeonghan had secured it tightly.

Jeonghan leaned down, his face inches away from him. "Not so tough now, are you S Coups?" he teased, a cocky grin on his face. "You shouldn't trust a stranger."

Seungcheol's annoyance only grew as Jeonghan taunted him, his body tensing against the cuffs. "You cheeky little bastard." he grumbled, his eyes narrowing. "I should have known you would pull something like this."

Jeonghan just chuckled, clearly enjoying the fact that he had managed to get one up on the gang leader. "Oh, come on, S Coups, don't be a sore loser." he said, his grin widening. "You should know better than to let your guard down around me."

Seungcheol's jaw clenched as he tried to free himself from the handcuffs, his frustration growing by the minute. "When I get out of these, I'm gonna kill you." he grumbled, his gaze locking with Jeonghan's.