Don't Blame Me || Jeongcheol

Chapter 20

His heart beat hard in his chest. His eyes were fixed on the other man's form, his own words replaying in his head.
His own voice had cracked slightly under the pressure. The emotions he was feeling were overwhelming. He could see the flicker of surprise in Jeonghan expression at his words.

Jeonghan reaction was quickly hidden though, carefully concealed behind his blank expression. His chest tightened slightly at the sight. His emotions were hidden. His face was carefully blank. His eyes were cold. The situation with his son was bringing out his gentle side..

Seungcheol heart burned with the desire to protect. His was a stubborn fool. His enemy's emotions were hidden under a mask of carelessness. His emotions were guarded beneath a heart hard as steel. He wanted him. His love was burning with desire.

He reached forward instinctively, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of his wrist. Jeonghan eyes went wide with surprise. His heart raced in his chest.

"I will never let anyone hurt you Jeonghan nor to your son Haneul."

Seungcheol hadn't pulled his hand away. Jeonghan heart pounded in his chest. The gentle contact of their skin was like sparks of electricity. His heart raced in his chest.
Seungcheol eyes were locked with his own. His gentle words had ignited the flames for him. His hand was warm against his wrist. His finger's twitched with the overwhelming desire to hold him close.

Jeonghan mind was stunned into silence for a moment. Seungcheol thumb was gently brushing the skin of his wrist. His eyes fixed on his fingers curled gently around his wrist. The warm contact was filling him with an unfamiliar feeling. His words echoed once again through his mind.

His heart was pounding frantically in his chest. His heart was overwhelmed with the sudden surge of intense emotion. Jeonghan nodded his heart was in his throat with the intensity of the feeling.

Few days turned into months passed as Jeonghan and Haneul stayed in Seungcheol mansion.

Haneul was sleeping quietly in Jeonghan arms as always. His expression was peaceful with the deep rhythm of his breaths. His love for his son was filling his heart with overwhelming warmth.

His eyes watched his son quietly for a moment more, gently brushing his thumb over his cheek.

After some time Jeonghan frowned thinking about Seungcheol. It's been months since they are living and he can't pinpoint it.

“Why would he do that.?” He questioned himself why would the mafia leader of Seventeen. The biggest gang and most powerful and influential in society would take him and his son into his care, let alone provide a room to them.

Jeonghan couldn’t wrap his mind around it. He was brought back to reality when he heard Haneul move inside his bed. He immediately went to him and caressed his hair gently
“Shh.. keep sleeping little one..”

Jeonghan’s mind suddenly became impure as he thought about Seungcheol. He quickly shook his head and tried to control himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about those broad shoulders, muscular arms, sharp jawline and intense dark eyes.

Jeonghan could feel his desire growing and becoming more intense. He was starting to become breathless and flushed thinking about the Seungcheol that had saved him and his son

“Why.. why am I feeling this way..?”

He said to himself quietly and tried to suppress his perverted thoughts. Jeonghan’s body started to feel hotter and hotter as he remembered that night and their encounter in the bar.

He felt his breath become shorter and his mind went into total bliss recalling those memories “Damnit… I shouldn’t be thinking about that.. not now..” He said out loud and tried to cool himself down.