DW 1 Part 3

DAY+14.

 

“What?”

“Keep him alive, but only just.”

“Hyungnim, do you really believe this bastard?”

I do.

Yoon Myeong loves Do Wooyeon, disgustingly so, even to himself. Those intensely burning eyes tell the story. Eyes that were always dull and lifeless are now blazing, declaring his love for Do Wooyeon.

Fuck, love. Yoon Myeong, and love.

“I won’t say it twice.”

“…Yes, I understand. I’ll call Doctor Jeong.”

The situation is definitely bad, but I couldn’t help but laugh. Love. I didn’t know such naive, pure things still existed in this world. And in Yoon Myeong, of all people.

“Ah, fuck. This is fucking hilarious.”

I covered my mouth, but I couldn’t contain the burst of laughter. The reason the whole country was turned upside down, the reason the higher-ups were shitting themselves, was just ‘love.’

The tape is gone, but something better remains. Do Wooyeon will return. Whether it’s love, amusement, or a toy, Do Wooyeon will definitely come back to find what he’s lost.

***

“He’s young, so the bones will heal quickly, but the optic nerve is completely destroyed. His right eye is practically blind. The bleeding was severe, so he won’t be able to get up for a while. I don’t need to mention the bruises and cuts, right? This is… did you try to kill him or save him?”

“…His sins were too great to let him die easily.”

Doctor Jeong clicked his tongue. The young man lying on the bed was so broken it would have been better for him to die. There was no way to confirm yet since he hadn’t woken up, but the blood test showed drug levels exceeding dangerous limits. Whether it was mental or physical, something might not function properly.

“What did he do to deserve this… ah, wait, is he the one? Do Wooyeon’s…”

“I put some baby clothes and toys in the trunk, take them.”

Lee Pyeonghwa cut Doctor Jeong off. His dark pupils, staring intently at Yoon Myeong, were unreadable.

Holding back what he wanted to say, Doctor Jeong gathered the charts. He was a doctor, but he had no authority over life and death. He only did his best for those they wanted to save.

“If you want to save him, leave him alone for a week. Otherwise, he’ll die.”

This was the best treatment and courtesy Doctor Jeong could offer as a doctor to his patient. Lee Pyeonghwa waved him off without a glance, dismissing him.

Looking at the pale face on the bed, Lee Pyeonghwa fiddled with the tape in his pocket. It was Congressman Jang’s sex tape, a testament to his depraved hobbies.

Yoon Myeong, possessing an unlikely sense of loyalty for someone from the slums, had released Congressman Jang’s commissioned tape to the public and burned the main one, but ultimately kept Congressman Jang’s tape for himself.

The traitor on the bed may have betrayed Congressman Jang, but he hadn’t betrayed himself.

That didn’t mean he was absolved. A dog that bites its owner needs to learn how fearsome its owner can be. He needed to be taught how valuable the owner’s kindness had been, and what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you.

***

Yoon Myeong woke up exactly a week later. Even after waking, his drug-soaked body flickered on and off periodically like a malfunctioning traffic light.

Lee Pyeonghwa hadn’t ordered them to torture him to death, but he hadn’t told them to leave him alone until he recovered either. So, Yoon Myeong’s hospital room always had many visitors.

“Mmm…! Ugh…!”

“S-Shit, heuk…! Heuk…!”

His unhealed body was too weak for anal sex. So the visitors mostly used his mouth. As a result, Yoon Myeong’s upper body, clad only in a thin sheet for easy medical access, was always covered in sticky fluids.

The man gripping the back of Yoon Myeong’s head shuddered, letting out a low groan as he leisurely enjoyed his afterglow. Yoon Myeong’s face and mouth, filled with semen—his own or someone else’s, it was hard to tell—were so slick and wet, it was perfect for slowly moving his cock and savoring the afterglow.

“Heuk… Your ass used to be worth more than ten needles, fuck, now your hole is cheaper than a whore at the edge of Hongno. You know that?”

“Ugh… cough…!”

Slowly pulling out his cock, the man slapped it against Yoon Myeong’s slime-covered face. The semen that stretched with every touch suited Yoon Myeong perfectly. His unfocused eyes didn’t seem to register what was happening. That vacant expression often fueled the men’s repressed desires.

“Fuck, what a slut… Just looking at your face makes me hard again.”

The man wiped his cock on the least semen-covered part of Yoon Myeong’s sheet and fastened his buckle. Yoon Myeong’s eyes, glazed over as he stared at the man with his bare legs exposed, closed once more.

“Heuk…! Heuk! Fuck! Feels so good, damn!”

“Hurry up and get down, I want to fuck Yoon-goon’s throat too!”

When Yoon Myeong closed his eyes, the men became bolder. The next men in made Yoon Myeong hold their cocks in his hands and jerked off like rutting beasts. The man who climbed onto the bed knelt beside Yoon Myeong’s face, pulled out his tongue, and started fucking his mouth.

Yoon Myeong, offering no resistance, was the perfect amusement for the bored men. They were Lee Pyeonghwa’s dogs, so to speak. They only moved on Lee Pyeonghwa’s orders, and when there were no orders, they killed time on the 7th floor lounge, drinking and doing drugs.

Yoon Myeong’s room was right next to the lounge. So, for Lee Pyeonghwa’s dogs, with nothing to do, Yoon Myeong, even if it was just his mouth, was more than satisfactory.

.

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A week passed like that.

A spark began to flicker in Yoon Myeong’s vacant eyes as he sucked the men’s cocks. Finally, as his body recovered and he started to resist, the men tied him up. They shoved their smelly underwear down his throat, his hands and feet bound, because he’d bitten a cock that entered his mouth.

When he was out of it, they’d pull out the underwear and fuck his mouth without hesitation, but now that Yoon Myeong was staying conscious for longer periods, they craved his healed body.

“Hey, fuck. Can’t we use his asshole now? He’s conscious most of the time now, so we can’t even get a blowjob, and Director Lee hasn’t said anything about it.”

“This slut, he was best when he was drugged and giggling…”

“Should we stick a needle in him?”

“No way, man. If he completely loses it, we won’t find the tape.”

The groaning man lifted Yoon Myeong’s white thigh. The soft flesh between his thighs was enticingly swollen.

“Hey, hand me some lube.”

“You’re really gonna do it?”

“As long as we don’t use his hole, it’s fine.”

The man poured lube between Yoon Myeong’s thighs. He pushed his cock into the slick, lube-covered flesh.

“Ugh… Fuck, this bastard, his whole body is like a drug.”

“Feels good? Feels good?”

“Don’t talk to me. Haa…”

The man who was masturbating using Yoon Myeong’s hand seemed quite turned on by the sight of the man fucking his thigh. He squeezed a long line of lube onto his palm and smeared it thickly around Yoon Myeong’s hole.

“Hey, are you crazy?”

“He said as long as we don’t penetrate his hole.”

The man squeezed out another line of lube, then, lying on his side like Yoon Myeong, shoved his erect cock into the cleft of his buttocks. He pressed his hips hard against Yoon Myeong’s, grinding against his hole, savoring the pressure.

The men, ravaging the patient’s body like beasts that knew only copulation, soon reached their climax. Semen mixed with lube drenched Yoon Myeong’s lower body.

Satisfied with their newly discovered method, they leisurely enjoyed their afterglow, rubbing their cocks against Yoon Myeong’s swollen, red nipples.

“But why is Director Lee leaving this guy alone?”

“Because of the tape. They haven’t found it yet.”

“He said he got rid of it? He said it himself. That he helped Do Wooyeon because they were fucking.”

“Sigh, idiot. You believe that? Look, even though this bastard is half-dead now, he’s still Yoon-goon. Is Yoon-goon someone who’d fuck around with just any guy? And with Do Wooyeon, no less?”

The man nudged Yoon Myeong’s cheek with his cock. A thick strand of semen stretched across his flushed skin. Many guys had their eyes on Yoon Myeong because of this alluring face. Nevertheless, Yoon Myeong had never sold his body or his ass for money.

On the contrary, he used to drug and rob those who tried to buy him. He might look like the cheapest of the cheap, but Yoon-goon was an untouchable sanctuary in this world.

“So, he still has it?”

“Who knows? Whether he sold it or he’s really hiding it. But one thing’s for sure, even if he did fuck Do Wooyeon, he didn’t steal the tape because they were fucking. Do we not know Do Wooyeon? Do we not know Yoon-goon? They both used each other, if anything. Fuck, it’s not some melodrama…”

The men wiped their limp dicks on Yoon Myeong’s body and fastened their buckles. Yoon Myeong opened his eyes shortly after they left. The dampness between his legs as he regained consciousness made him grimace.

He was grateful to be awake and aware, but it was also excruciatingly awful. Lately, whether his eyes were open or closed, his mind was clear, so he could feel everything those vermin did to his body.

He shifted slightly, and a disgusting fluid oozed from between his buttocks. Overwhelmed by helplessness and self-loathing, Yoon Myeong relaxed his stiff neck and buried his face in the pillow.

Yoon Myeong found Lee Pyeonghwa’s behavior more perplexing than the men’s perversions. Lee Pyeonghwa hadn’t killed him. He didn’t know him well, but in the five years he’d observed him, Director Lee wasn’t someone to let betrayal slide. If he wanted something, he wouldn’t leave him like this; he’d use threats, torture, anything to get what he wanted.

Yoon Myeong couldn’t even fathom what Lee Pyeonghwa wanted from him. He felt a strange sense of detachment, as if he was being sucked endlessly into the cold, hard bed. The floor beneath his back spun. Blink, blink. His flickering vision settled on a fragment of a memory from the past.

Back then, too, it was this painful, this cold. He’d curled up on the icy floor, burning with fever, enduring the cold until it passed.

 

-Hello.

 

A bright face greeted him casually. Unable to straighten his knees, head tilted slightly. The floor beneath his back was warm, the blanket covering him cozy. It was strange.

 

-I was just going to lay the blanket down and leave, but then you wouldn’t know I did it.

 

He mumbled, burying his face in his knees. The warmth of the person beside him was unfamiliar and longed for.

A low breath tickled his ear, warm air brushing against his flushed cheek. Like a bomb shelter, all outside noise and cold were completely shut out, only the warmth of their gazes lingering in the air between them.

Enduring pain while lying in the freezing cold with a broken body wasn’t unusual in Yoon Myeong’s life. Rather, the warm intruder in his tiny room was exceptionally special.

Yoon Myeong reached out. His fingers shimmered above the beautifully drawn face. Ah, it was an illusion. Achingly missed. Yet warm.

Like <The Little Match Girl>, the brief illusion vanished like a dying ember. Silence descended, and the biting cold and crushing pain returned. The tips of his fingers, where the afterimage lingered, froze white.

Yoon Myeong curled up his cold body. He was used to the cold, but his weak body, having once known warmth, kept chasing an irretrievable past.

His insides ached.

***