The Deep End

The Breaking Point

Leehan's patience was wearing thin. He had managed to avoid Taesan for the last few days, but no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to stay away from him. Taesan had a way of finding him, of slipping into his world like a shadow, always there when Leehan least expected it.

Today was no different.

It was lunchtime, and Leehan had just sat down at a table in the class, hoping for some peace and quiet. But as the door opened with a soft creak, he knew it was coming. He knew Taesan would show up.

Sure enough, there he was, standing in the doorway, his eyes locking onto Leehan immediately. A smirk curled at the corners of Taesan's lips, and for a moment, Leehan couldn't look away. The magnetic pull between them was undeniable.

"Well, well," Taesan said, his voice low and casual. "Here you are, all alone. How predictable."

Leehan didn't respond. He just stared at his food, trying to keep his emotions in check. But Taesan wasn't going to let him off that easily. He strode across the room, sitting down next to Leehan with a soft grunt.

"You're not going to ignore me forever, love," Taesan murmured, his tone dripping with confidence. "You know that, right?"

Leehan clenched his fists under the table. The nickname. Again. Every time it made his blood boil, but he didn't have the strength to fight it anymore. He didn't have the strength to fight Taesan.

"I'm not ignoring you," Leehan said tightly, his voice controlled. "I just don't want anything to do with you."

Taesan raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Is that what you tell yourself when you're lying awake at night, thinking about me?"

Leehan's breath hitched. He was trying so hard to keep his composure, but it was becoming impossible. Taesan's words, his presence—they had a way of cutting straight to his heart. It was like he knew exactly what to say to get under his skin, to twist the knife in deeper.

"I'm not thinking about you," Leehan shot back, though his voice lacked conviction.

"Really?" Taesan said, leaning in just a little too close, his warm breath brushing against Leehan's ear. "Because I've been thinking about you. Every day. Every damn moment. And you know what? I think you've been thinking about me too."

Leehan recoiled, trying to pull away from the closeness, but Taesan wasn't letting him. Not this time.

"Stop," Leehan whispered, his voice barely audible, but the desperation was clear in his eyes. He didn't want to do this anymore. He didn't want to feel like this, like some helpless prey in Taesan's game. He couldn't let this continue. He couldn't keep falling for him.

But Taesan wasn't done yet. He wasn't letting Leehan go that easily. He reached out, brushing his fingers lightly over Leehan's arm, sending a jolt of electricity through his body.

"Just admit it, babe," Taesan said, his voice a soft purr. "You want me. You want this."

Leehan's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he felt paralyzed. He wanted to push Taesan away. He wanted to stand up and walk out of the room, to run away from this twisted, sick attraction he couldn't control. But his body betrayed him, reacting to Taesan's touch in ways that made him sick to his stomach.

"I don't," Leehan said, but it felt like a lie. A lie he was telling himself. His voice shook, and he hated himself for it.

Taesan chuckled, the sound dark and dangerous. "You're lying, Leehan. And we both know it."

Leehan's eyes flicked up to meet Taesan's, and for a moment, they were locked in a silent battle. The air between them crackled with unspoken words, emotions neither of them were willing to admit. Taesan leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving Leehan's face, like he was savoring the discomfort he was causing.

"Do you know how much I've wanted you?" Taesan said suddenly, his voice so low that it almost sounded like a confession. "I think about you, Leehan. More than I should. And I don't want to stop."

Leehan's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, everything went still. His heart hammered in his chest, and his head spun with confusion. What was Taesan saying? What did he mean?

"You don't get to do this," Leehan said, his voice trembling. "You don't get to play with me like this."

But Taesan wasn't listening. He wasn't listening to the words Leehan was saying, because Taesan had already made up his mind. He leaned forward again, his face inches away from Leehan's, and for the first time, Leehan saw something different in his eyes—something that wasn't just teasing or mocking.

It was something deeper. Something more dangerous.

"I don't care if you hate me," Taesan whispered, his lips barely brushing against Leehan's ear. "I'll make you want me. I'll make you beg for me."

Leehan recoiled, pushing away from Taesan, his breath coming in short gasps. "No," he gasped, shaking his head. "I won't let you."

Taesan's smirk only grew wider. "You don't have a choice, love."

Leehan stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor as he backed away from the table. His head was spinning, his heart pounding in his chest. This isn't happening. This can't be happening.

But the truth was, it already was.

Taesan watched him with that same infuriating, knowing smile. "You can run, but you can't hide. You'll come around, eventually."

Leehan didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to fix this—how to fix himself. He turned quickly, his feet carrying him out of the class before Taesan could say anything else. He didn't know where he was going, just that he needed to get away.

He needed space. He needed to breathe.

But deep down, a part of him already knew. No matter how far he ran, Taesan's words would follow. They always would.