Thank You For Being Trash

Distria —Kang Hyukjun

Lepis —Lee Sehyun

Female lead —Lee Dayoon

With the growling and fierce tone of Hyukjun's voice, Dayoon pressed her lips together.

Truly, an utterly irredeemable b*stard. His d*mn thing was dominating her head. Well, if she didn't enjoy it like this, it would be a loss. Hyukjun wasn't someone who would listen and refrain from doing it if told not to. If she didn't enjoy it, it would be her loss.

Perhaps worried that there might be noise outside whenever he moved, his movements slowed down. He withdrew slowly and pushed back in again. When was he planning to finish if he kept going like this? Dayoon stared at Hyukjun.

It would have been better if he finished quickly.

“Hurry…. ah!”

At his feeble voice, Hyukjun's movements quickened.

Thud thud.

Inside the narrow space, as her head hit the wall, he cautiously supported her head with his hand while Dayoon's legs shook at a rapid pace. The wrists became sore, and she furrowed her brow.

Whether he knew that or not, he turned her over and began thrusting from behind.

“Heup…!”

Thud thud.

Her body leaned towards him as he entered deeply. He firmly held her waist, thrusting deeply. Maybe due to the tension of doing it outside, Dayoon reached climax faster than usual and let out a short gasp.

She felt disgusted.

This wasn't right. Hyukjun had gone too far.

With a satisfied face, Hyukjun unfastened her handcuffs and tidied up his clothes. Perhaps he didn't see Dayoon, who was soaked in anger and disgust. Or maybe he didn't read the atmosphere. He tried to kiss her lips.

In that moment, Dayoon forcefully pushed him away. As he fell over, looking confused, he gazed up at her.

“Dayoon?”

“You b*stard.”

Dayoon wiped the lips that had touched his with the back of her hand. She picked up the dropped handcuffs and keys, attaching them to his limp wrist. The other one was hung on the doorknob of the fitting room.

As she swiftly pulled the fitting room door, the disheveled Hyukjun stumbled out. She picked up the discarded jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Opening his wallet, she took out all the cash inside and tossed the wallet under his feet.

“Hey, make good use of it, okay?”

Perhaps the surroundings had been cleared up for their s*x, this floor was eerily silent. No one had stopped her from leaving this space.

Hyukjun pondered on what had just happened. The dangling handcuffs on his wrists and the cash scattered on the floor. He remained silent. He had thought the atmosphere was good just moments ago. However, it was an illusion.

He had been mistaken all along.

Dayoon had been accommodating to him out of necessity.

He had dared to dream a sweet dream… a dream of being ordinary. An ordinary relationship and love with Dayoon. He had dreamt of things that Dayoon would never consider. Even though he knew it was impossible, he had momentarily hoped for it.

Hyukjun didn't feel anger. He had already thought that Dayoon might run away. However, experiencing it himself was a profoundly unpleasant ordeal. His heart throbbed painfully.

Normally, she would escape, of course.

Hyukjun laughed. His heart pounded painfully, yet his mind was extraordinarily calm. Now, he could bind and confine her as he pleased. There was a reason to enforce it — to keep her tied by his side, ensuring she never went out again.

So, this was her fault for running away.

His gaze gleamed dangerously.

He never had any intention of letting Dayoon go. Soon, he found the key from his back pocket and unlocked the handcuffs.

Getting up from his seat, Hyukjun took slow steps.

It was time to find Dayoon.

Dayoon wandered through the deserted department store. As she explored things got more odd. Why were the shutters down on the first floor, and all doors leading outside blocked? As she sensed that something was wrong, she turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps.

A gentle touch landed on her wrist.

“You got hurt here. I'm sorry.”

Hyukjun's soft lips touched her wrist, licking and biting gently. When she met his eyes, Dayoon shivered at the intensity of his gaze. She had undoubtedly touched something she shouldn't have.

She had underestimated Hyukjun.

“Hide and seek was fun, wasn't it? But…”

A strong impact came to the back of her neck. As she blinked rapidly, the scenery gradually darkened, and her vision flickered.

Hyukjun hugged the falling Dayoon into his arms. He gently brushed her hair and whispered sweetly into her ear.

“Now it's time to go home.”

* * *

Since the argument with Hyukjun that day, Sehyun couldn't concentrate on work. Hyukjun had notified him not to come to work tomorrow, probably because he would be with Dayoon. Was it right not to go to work for such a personal reason?

He wondered if he had provoked Hyukjun needlessly, causing something bad to happen to Dayoon. He massaged his throbbing head. The numbers written on the paper didn't register in his eyes. With a sigh, he stared at the numbers.

The paper fluttered to the floor with a rustling sound.

Startled, Sehyun hurriedly picked up the scattered papers from the floor. He sat down, checking if there were any torn or crumpled pages.

As he examined each sheet, he sighed. He has been living a life entangled with intangible things — white paper and black letters. What was the big deal? He became angry at himself for getting upset over such trivial matters. However, he suddenly lowered his head and let out a bitter laugh.

Yeah, that was true.

Getting angry, annoyed, and frustrated over trivial things, despite not really feeling this way. Sehyun admitted it. He felt jealous of Hyukjun, who was with Dayoon.

He envied him.

Although he had never envied his wealth, status, or fame, he envied him for having Dayoon.

Sehyun sighed as he hesitated about answering Hyukjun's call. He wondered what tone he would use. After two vibrations, he reluctantly answered the call.

“Hello? What's the matter…”

[ Come out with your car in front of G Department Store. ]

Hyukjun said what he needed to and hung up, leaving Sehyun to sigh. He hesitated because he knew Hyukjun was with Dayoon right now. He didn’t want to go but still wanted to see Dayoon.

It was a contradictory feeling. Still, he can’t help but be sad for it.

Reluctantly, he walked with heavy steps towards the underground parking lot. Somehow, he had started a love that seemed to have an end.

Sehyun laughed bitterly.

* * *

Seeing Hyukjun holding Dayoon, Sehyun fell silent. She must have fallen asleep peacefully nestled in Hyukjun's arms, but it didn't seem to please Hyukjun for someone to look at her as his eyes grew intense like a predator biting into its prey. It was sharp and fierce.

“Ah… Where should we go?”

His lips wouldn't open. He needed to act nonchalant. Yet, his voice trembled, not as satisfying as he had thought. Dayoon being quietly cradled in Hyukjun's arms didn't sit well with him.

“You came? You're earlier than I expected. I'm sorry for making you work even though I told you not to come to the office today.”

Hyukjun opened the car door and gently laid Dayoon down. Sehyun silently gazed at Dayoon's disheveled hair on the seat, then averted his gaze. He hurriedly looked away from his white thigh visible through her half-raised skirt.

“To the officetel.”

Sehyun gripped the steering wheel silently.

Glance.

His attention was drawn to the sleeping Dayoon all the time he drove. He wondered what had happened to make her fall asleep like that. As she was lying with her head on Hyukjun's lap, her wrist looked injured, and an unpleasant odor seemed to linger.

He felt like he knew what had happened, yet he consciously denied it.

“Sehyun.”

“Yes.”

Hyukjun called Sehyun's name in a hushed tone as he caressed Dayoon's thigh. It was impossible not to see the inside of the skirt that was raised. Sehyun’s neck moved at the obscene sight reflected in the rearview mirror.

He tried to look away.

“I like that you understand the situation well.”

“….”

“It's mine.”

* * *

When she opened her eyes, Dayoon found herself in a slightly awkward place. She sensed some warmth from her body. Was it because she caught a cold that day? She pressed her flushed cheek with her hand, trying to cool down the fever.

She felt the sensation of a hefty chain in her hand.

“Hu…”

Below was already wet and a mess.

Dayoon thought about poking the inside with her fingers. She buried her face in the bed and stared blankly out the window. The curtain, in a slightly dark color, swayed gently when the wind blew.

“Are you awake?”

A sweet voice that could melt one's ears stimulated her senses. She turned her head toward the sound. Hyukjun, wearing a nightgown, was leaning against the door.

He approached closely and whispered into her ear.

“It's my room.”

Although the words were whispered directly into her ear, Dayoon felt like she heard them from a distance, as if they were echoing faintly. Staring blankly, she nodded up and down. Only now did she realize that her body wasn't normal.

She felt numb, a sensation similar to when she took medicine.

However, there was no way to remedy it. She had already taken the medicine, and the only way to escape this desire was for Hyukjun to stab her quickly.

Hyukjun slowly caressed Dayoon's neck.

“Hu-ung…”

Even with that gentle touch, Dayoon couldn't control her moans. The hand that caressed her neck moved downward. The sliding hand stopped abruptly at the entrance.

“Dayoon, let's live together from now on.”

He smiled.

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