TTDOTO 8.6 Bad Words

Upset over losing the game, Jae-an paced before the liquor cabinet. Jae-rim knew he wanted a drink but waited deliberately until he asked aloud.

“Can I drink?”

Stared at silently, he quickly added, “Just a little.”

Jae-rim walked to the cabinet, pulling out a whiskey. The bottle was sturdy enough to crack a skull without breaking; the glass was plastic, of course. Preparing simple snacks, Jae-an couldn’t wait, sipping the strong liquor neat.

Gulping it quickly alone, his light brown eyes soon glazed. Fidgeting with sleeping Jaegu, Jae-an muttered sorry when the dog woke. Then, like Jaegu, he sprawled on the floor, snoring.

Jae-an’s sleep had become grotesquely long. Likely adapting to confinement, but Jae-rim disliked it. Before his suicide attempt, he’d slept excessively too, holed up at home.

Jae-rim, who monitored Jae-an’s every move and even implanted a tracker in his wrist scar before stitching it, still felt unease.

He lifted the sleeping Jae-an. Laying the alcohol-limp body on the bed, he spread his legs. Spitting on the dry hole, pushing the glans in without loosening, Jae-an frowned uncomfortably, shaking his head. But the drunken body couldn’t resist, going limp.

“Say you love me.”

“Hn, uh. Lo… ve…”

The slurred, mechanical voice flowed. Hearing it once fueled greed. Jae-rim tormented Jae-an’s cock more viciously than usual, pushing until he pronounced it clearly.

“Say it properly. I Lo.”

“Lo… ve…”

“Ve.”

“Ve…”

“you.”

“Hng, you.”

“I love you.”

“Lo… ve you…”

Each time Jae-an said “love,” he groped his thighs scarred with nails and bruises. Jae-rim kissed the ugly scratches gently, pushing away the hand that hid them.

“Hyung, say it again.”

“Lo… ve you…”

His eyes were empty, voice emotionless, but Jae-rim climaxed hearing it. Post-orgasm, the undying cock plunged back into the semen-spilling hole. Jae-an hated endless sex, but drunk, he lay limp without resistance.

“Hyung.”

“…”

Eyes closed, sprawled Jae-an didn’t answer. Jae-rim bent, pressing his ear to Jae-an’s chest. Hearing the faint, frantic heartbeat, he whispered he loved him too.

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Next morning.

Leaning on the sofa, watching Jae-rim smoke, Jae-an got a cigarette as a gift for less resistance thanks to the alcohol. Brightening, Jae-an lit it, inhaling deeply. Then scratching at the glass door sounded.

Jaegu whined, wanting out on the terrace.

“Smells like smoke.”

Waving awkwardly, Jae-an briefly pondered, then stubbed his long ash in the tray. Opening the door, hugging Jaegu, he stepped back seeing Jae-rim’s cigarette.

Narrowing one eye, Jae-rim blew smoke toward Jae-an deliberately.

“Don’t favor Jaegu too much.”

“What?”

Frowning faintly in disbelief, Jae-an muttered protest.

“You’re grown, jealous of a puppy…”

“Discrimination hurts regardless of age. Even a teacher doesn’t know that?”

Jae-an turned away, lips sealed, unwilling to talk. Seeing him gently pet Jaegu’s head, Jae-rim approached with the cigarette between teeth.

“Pet me too.”

“Okay. No discrimination.”

“Pet me.”

Trying to brush off, Jae-an got close. Jae-rim bent low, nearly folding himself. Jae-an grimaced.

“Move away from Jaegu.”

“Fuck… dramatic.”

Cursing, Jae-rim moved the cigarette to his fingers.

“Hurry.”

Jae-an rose on tiptoes, cautiously petting near his bangs. Jae-rim grinned, enjoying the sour, displeased face.

“If you make me jealous of a dog like this, it could be trouble.”

“You… threatening with Jaegu?”

His large eyes filled with disgust. That expression always twisted Jae-rim’s already bad nature worse. Exhaling smoke, Jae-rim gently scratched Jaegu’s small head.

“Hyung. I can threaten you plenty without a dog.”

Fear and resignation slowly spread on Jae-an’s pale face. Jae-rim softly scratched under Jae-an’s chin like with Jaegu.

“Just mean, do to me what you do to Jaegu.”

“…”

“Pity me sincerely.”

Jae-an nodded quickly, fleeing the terrace like escaping. Jae-rim burst into deflating laughter.

Jae-an was fragile. Gentle, weak, soft. For 18 years, Jae-rim manipulated him thanks to that fragile heart. Acting kind or pitiful made Jae-an cherish him like a great hyung.

But that no longer worked. So a being to exploit Jae-an’s weakness was welcome.

Playing with Jae-an until 4 p.m., Jae-rim headed to work. Han Jong-seok briefed a business trip; Jae-rim frowned.

Destination: Jeju Island. Leaving Jae-an on the mainland didn’t appeal.

Jeju’s factory line was key for China distribution. Usually quarterly visits, but this year he sent Park Seo-won due to Jae-an. Han Jong-seok insisted this quarter required him. Seeing Jae-rim hesitate, Park Seo-won frowned.

“Why again.”

“I’ll go separately with Jae-an. Proceed as planned, meet at the factory. And uncle, find a security firm for the Jeju accommodation.”

“Taking him there?”

Han Jong-seok, briefed, left discreetly. Alone, Park Seo-won cut to it.

“Don’t involve civilians in work.”

“Leaving Jae-an alone is dangerous.”

“Then hospitalize him.”

Jae-rim laughed, but Park Seo-won sighed frustratedly.

“You know you have enemies? If things go wrong…”

Park Seo-won held back; Jae-rim opened documents expressionlessly. He knew well. And understood Park Seo-won’s worry. More exposure meant more risk. Seung-hyeop lost Han-yoon the same way. In short: don’t draw attention.

Reviewing payment data quickly, Jae-rim replied.

“I’ll protect him at least.”

Park Seo-won froze at the lazy voice, staring oddly before fixing on his computer.

They worked in silence. Finishing distribution schedules, Jae-rim took remaining work home. In traffic, he habitually checked CCTV, spotting the hidden figure. His golden eyes lingered long on the frail creature sprawled on the rug.

Last seen, Jae-an was drinking. Lately, he begged for alcohol; Jae-rim gave a whiskey bottle each time. He emptied faster than expected, but it reduced pointless hallucinations and eased sex, so Jae-rim indulged.

Zooming, a half-empty bottle sat on the table. Jae-an slept on the rug without a blanket. His oversized loungewear rode up, exposing his thin waist. No tossing in sleep—he lay still. Pale, sprawled body. No different from near-death in the car.

Bad memories surfaced; his neck tensed. He sped up. Arriving home, Jae-rim flung the door open. Unlike noisy Jaegu, Jae-an slept oblivious.

Preparing dinner, Jae-rim shook Jae-an’s shoulder. Barely stirring, Jae-an looked confused. Always bewildered waking, as if dragged to a strange place despite constant confinement. Absurd.

Realizing reality, Jae-an sat at the table, face slightly swollen. Seeing his full bowl, he frowned faintly. Drinking on empty stomach yet picky—annoying. Checking the bottle quietly, Jae-an, fearing confiscation, hurriedly ate tofu soup. Watching him flinch at the hot tofu, Jae-rim ate silently.

Confirming Jae-an finished, he broached the disliked topic.

“Jeju next week. 2 nights, 3 days.”

Drinking water, head down, Jae-an looked up. Swallowing, he nodded quietly.

“Yeah… go ahead.”

“You’re coming too.”

“Huh…?”

“Good accommodation. Rest comfortably. Bath, walks. I’m there for work, only at night.”

He omitted security guards. Watching Jae-an’s face closely. Transparent eyes already filled with distrust. Expected non-compliance. Jae-an obeyed most things but resisted outings.

Since his high fever, fearing invisible things, he avoided going out—perhaps from symptoms.

Jae-an not running was welcome, but hesitating even with him twisted Jae-rim. But persuasion first. Softly, for reassurance.

“You can stay inside. Hiring someone for Jaegu in Seoul, or bring him.”

Yet large eyes wavered with anxiety. Waiting without averting gaze, Jae-an asked cautiously.

“The airport…?”

“Have to go. Lounge mostly, minimal people.”

“Can’t I just stay home?”

“Why?”

“Don’t see why I need to go.”

“Your state isn’t for staying alone.”

Jae-an listened silently to the direct words. Blinking, his breath roughened slightly.

“You know my state. Can’t even shop at the mart—what’s Jeju?”

“I’d love staying home rolling around with you. I hate the trip too, so just come.”

After tense standoff, Jae-an stacked bowls, standing. Trying to evade by leaving, Jae-an’s arm was grabbed. He swung wildly, breaking free.

“I said no… You doing this on purpose?”

“On purpose?”

“To torment me.”

Jae-an panted.

“If not… want to show everyone I’m fucked up? Why drag me out?”

“Hangover whining’s bad. Lee Jae-an.”

Jae-rim pushed back his hair, hands in pockets. Closing in deliberately to pressure, lowering his voice.

“Yeah. Think you can stay alone while I’m in Jeju?”

“…”

“Scratching thighs bloody seeing things, unable to tell real from fake—think you’ll behave? Whine on the phone asking when I’m back. But if I’m in Jeju, can I come instantly? So I’m taking you.”

Hit precisely, Jae-an’s venom faded. Brows drooping, he relented quickly.

“It’s… not real. I told you it’s not.”

“I wouldn’t know. Real or not.”

Wanting to break his defiance, Jae-rim spat cutting words like curses.

“How many lives have you ruined?”

“…”

“Could hold a grudge over one.”

Jae-an’s eyes lost fight. He muttered, stacking bowls.

“Stay alone? Don’t joke. You’ll attach people. Let strangers see me freaking out? Even weekly cleaners make me uncomfortable—stay comfortably in accommodation? Purely for your peace, dragging me while pretending it’s for me. Don’t bullshit.”

Losing reason, Jae-an clenched fists.

“Yeah. Not hallucinations. Mom, Han-seong, Seong-yoon, the foreigner whose wrist you cut to scare me—will they leave me alone? Fuck, even I wouldn’t.”

“…”

“While you’re in Jeju, if I go mad here or bite my tongue dying—you bear it. Without that resolve, you ruined me?”

Eyes rimmed red, Jae-an fired rapidly without shouting. Unlike usual silent lethargy, he seemed mad in a new way. Still frustrated after speaking, he pounded his chest painfully.

“Won’t it fester if you leave me?”

“…”

“Frustrating, frustrating, really…!”

Jae-rim silently watched the tormented, lost Jae-an. He grabbed the hand pounding his heart. Unable to contain rage, Jae-an stomped. His once-broken ankle paled him instantly.

“Why demand more? I’ll die pleasing you. No, I want to die. Just kill me. Kill me!!”

Jae-an spewed grotesque words like gutted innards. But Jae-an, suffering without him, was lovable. Jae-an couldn’t understand his own confused heart. So the pitiful hyung had no choice but to go mad.

Silent Jae-rim raised his hand. Jae-an flinched, clenching teeth. Wanting to slap, Jae-rim suppressed, gripping trembling shoulders firmly. So thin—bones felt under his palms.

“I’ll adjust to skip Jeju, so shut up.”

Pressure on neck and shoulders softened Jae-an’s frenzied eyes.

Breathing roughly, his eyes dulled, expression drying emotionless. Jae-rim gently scratched Jae-an’s slim jaw with his thumb.

“And please. Stop scary talk like biting your tongue or dying.”

The thumb on his jaw slipped between dry lips, pressing his tongue.

“Why cut a pretty tongue. It’s for sucking me.”

He lightly kicked the once-broken leg, buckling the knee. Jae-an crumpled, biting Jae-rim’s thumb painfully.

Blood rose instantly, but Jae-rim didn’t flinch, pushing the finger deeper, forcing lips apart. His other hand unzipped, pulling out his cock. The resigned, darkening eyes were pleasing. He shoved the flesh root-deep through forced lips.

“Hn, mmph…”

“Haa…”

In the dining room center, merciless thrusting continued. Without saliva, blood trickled from forced lips. Unable to breathe properly, Jae-an flushed. Jaegu whined anxiously throughout.

Even as Jae-an flailed thighs for air, Jae-rim held his head firmly.

“Mmph.”

“Punishment, so behave.”

Shooting deep in his throat, Jae-rim pressed Jae-an’s head to his groin. Only after Jae-an’s throat bobbed, swallowing every drop, did he release. Jae-an coughed weakly, staggering to the bedroom. The door slammed.

Wiping himself with tissue, Jae-rim grabbed Jae-an’s whiskey bottle, sprawling on the living room sofa.Sipping bottle-to-mouth, treating the bedroom CCTV feed as a snack. Jae-an lay face-down on the bed, forehead buried. His back rose and fell rapidly—silently suppressing emotions.
Jae-rim watched long.