Thank You For Being Trash

Distria —Kang Hyukjun

Lepis —Lee Sehyun

Female lead —Lee Dayoon

The drug seemed to be taking effect as Dayoon's mind gradually became hazy. She gripped Hyukjoon’s robe. The soft texture of the fabric seemed pleasant, making her hug him, pressing her face against his.

Now, she seemed to have lost all her sanity.

Hyukjun took Dayoon's foot, kissed the sole, and licked it, even inserting her toes into his mouth. The hidden place between slightly spread legs sparkled. His lips traversed along the foot, reaching the thigh.

“Huuhng… hu.”

The next moment, he inserted his hand into the place that was already wet inside due to the drug. As the fingers that intruded suddenly made Dayoon's body tense, he chuckled at Dayoon, who clenched his hand as if she wouldn't let go.

“You’re getting punished for trying to escape. What if you enjoy it like this?”

Saying so, he slowly moved his fingers inside Dayoon, playing it in piston-like movements.

One finger, two fingers, three fingers.

The squelching sound filled the room, and before long, Dayoon seemed to reach the climax as she writhed intensely.

“Huuhng! Huht…!”

“Ha, Dayoon.”

As the number of fingers grew more, her response intensified.

Hyukjun kissed Dayoon's cheek, caressed her hair, and watched her moan. She was so beautiful that he couldn't bear it. The thought of punishing her was already erased from his mind, and he impulsively threw away the robe.

“Beautiful. Cry only for me.”

After withdrawing the fingers that were stirring underneath her, he pushed his member into her entrance.

At the sudden change in sensation, Dayoon took a sharp breath.

The sound of clinking chains echoed every time he forcefully thrust inside, and every vigorous thrust made her cry out.

Hyukjun seemed delighted to see that her reason seemed paralyzed in excessive pleasure in his embrace, clinging and crying. He licked the tears around her eyes, kissed her cheeks, bit her earlobes, licked her chest, and whispered that she was pretty.

He hoped that all these acts would be etched vividly in her memory, making sure she could never escape from him again. He wanted her to be captivated by the pleasure he gave, so even if she tried to run away, she would come back to him.

It was a terrible and intense possessiveness.

Dayoon’s bright eyes were now hazy.

He liked seeing the tear-filled eyes reflected only on him. He couldn't hold back and finished deep inside her.

“You're mine.”

Hyukjun kissed the back of her limp hand before he smiled lazily like a satisfied beast.

It was a satisfying night.

* * *

Afterward, Hyukjun had a quite coercive relationship with Dayoon. Until resignation was evident in her eyes, it happened repeatedly. Whenever she rebelled, he would give her the drug, and he would not have s*x with her until she asked him to put it in.

How much time would it take to tame a person? How much time should be spent?

He had a brief worry, and there were times when impatience arose in the seemingly endless time. He used to get angry, asking why she didn't love him, even cursing her and blaming her. There were times when he thought that.

“Why don't you love me?”

“Are you crazy? How can you behave like this and expect me to love you?”

“Dayoon, then what should I do? I feel like I'm going crazy.”

“Go crazy and die. Release me.”

“I’m sorry. I'll do better, Dayoon.”

“I don’t give a d*mn about doing better… uhp!”

“…B*stard. I really hate you.”

A coercive relationship and a slap in the face.

A contemptuous expression… It was different from the numerous expressions he had seen before.

The disdain was clear.

Hyukjun instinctively knew that bringing up the word ‘love' was a mistake. Since then, he never uttered the word ‘love.' Occasionally, he would secretly bring out overflowing emotions in a place where no one was around.

That was all.

After fighting so passionately, he feared he would lose Dayoon forever. He feared never gaining even a piece of her heart during his lifetime.

So, he decided to become patient.

Time was on his side, after all. He waited for her heart to lean toward him. He was confident in his patience. He didn't want to walk the wrong path twice, rushing out of impatience. Such hasty actions were beneath him.

He didn't want to force himself to desire Dayoon's body.

However, when he gently treats her in situations where there is no one else, Dayoon can't help but lean into him. Although he felt contempt for using this situation to his advantage, if doing so would allow him to have Dayoon, he didn't care about it.

Even if it meant his heart would crumble away, becoming so tattered, it didn't matter. As long as he could stand by her side, it was better than someone else taking her place. Standing by Dayoon felt like the most fitting place for him.

He spent such a time.

Lusting, lusting, more forcing, forcing.

It was a path that was cruel, painful, and lonely, but he couldn't give up.

* * *

In the morning, she drank the Americano Hyukjun brought and walked together in the rooftop garden during lunch.

For dinner, they always dined in an exquisite restaurant.

For a year, Dayoon was immersed in Hyukjun, whether she liked it or not, to the point where she got worried when he didn't show up. Her mind gradually became lazy, given the convenient situation where she didn't have to work.

She had access to TV and the internet, and could freely buy the books she wanted, so life wasn't boring. Originally, her life was just a repetition of work, sleep, and s*x. In comparison, her quality of life now was better than her past. She couldn't go outside, but walking on the rooftop during lunch was enough.

Dayoon's only complaint was that she was in a limited space and was disconnected from the outside. Once that was resolved, there was nothing bothersome.

If she had to choose one thing, it might be having s*x with only one person.

She didn't think she could endure that, though she wasn't tired of her relationship with Hyukjun, as if it was mocking that thought. Whether they were a good match or if her body had changed too much to suit him, she didn't know. Still, she didn't get tired of him even after more than a month.

Moreover, at night, there was a forced aspect.

“Dayoon, spread your legs.”

“Turn around.”

Going outside was meaningless, given his hectic life. He had to cook for her, clean up, and touch her inside. He was good at s*x, too. It felt like having the perfect husband.

She was comfortable.

Today, Dayoon was at the dining table, waiting for Hyukjun.

Noticing the warmth from behind, Dayoon turned around to see him. He handed her coffee with a bright smile.

“What are you thinking about?”

Dayoon responded bluntly to Hyukjun's question as she swallowed a sip of the coffee he gave her.

“Thinking about you.”

Hyukjun's face turned bright red. Dayoon chuckled at his appearance, red even to his ears. He was cute, too. He blushed easily, even with seemingly emotionless banter.

Then, he pressed his lips against hers.

“When you say it so nicely, I can't help but want to do it.”

The next moment, he took her hand and guided it towards his already erect member. Dayoon chuckled and pushed his shoulders with her hands.

“Go to work.”

Like a depressed dog, he gazed at her with a desolate gaze. Dayoon tilted her head. She lightly kissed his cheek.

“Let’s do it at night.”

Hyukjun's smile curved up to his ears.

“See you later.”

* * *

Dayoon noticed that Hyukjun deliberately avoided using the word ‘love.’ However, sometimes, he couldn't hide the words that welled up inside him.

“L…o.”

At such times, he was busy watching her reactions.

Nonetheless, the human heart is unpredictable. She wanted to hear a confession of love from Hyukjun. She became curious about his whispered confession. So, on the night after they had s*x, she impulsively whispered love to him.

“I love you.”

The words of love that popped out felt awkward and unfamiliar even to Dayoon herself. She looked at Hyukjun. He seemed frozen, as if time had stopped. He looked like he couldn’t believe it either.

Once again, he asked Dayoon.

“What… did you say?”

“I said I love you.”

“I wanted to hear those words so much.”

Hyukjun cried.

“Dayoon, I love you as well.”

As if he desired that crooked and ugly love, Dayoon suddenly felt love for him. Although it was weaker and more subtle than the feeling of obsession, confinement, and not knowing what to do about her because he liked her so much that he had.

Yet, her emotions towards him were unmistakably love. Perhaps it might be the brain perceiving it that way due to the oppressive and unchangeable situation.

It was a feeling forced upon her in an oppressive environment. So, she might not have realized it had blossomed into love. Despite recognizing it, she whispered love to the man in front of her. Although she didn't expect him to be happy and shed tears as if he was being saved, he was overjoyed.

“I'm actually not a better person than you think. I don't know why you fell in love with me. I'm not the person you think I am.”

“It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's all you. I love you, Dayoon.”

“Really? What if I want to have s*x with another man?”

“…That's a bit.”

“Well, it sounds different. If I want to have sex with another man, does that mean I don't love you?”

“Are you okay if I have sex with another woman?”

“Let’s just do it together.”

“…Are you sure you love me?”

“I said I love you.”

Although it had been a bit rough from the start.

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