His breath was caught in his throat. He wiped the blood trickling down from his torn forehead with the back of his hand and ran down the seemingly high-walled alleyways of the neighborhood. Due to his gasping breaths through his mouth instead of his nose, his parched throat felt uncomfortably sticky.

"Huff... Haa..."

The fear of being grabbed by a rough hand and thrown to the ground at any moment gave strength to his staggering legs. As he kicked off the wide, smooth asphalt alley, his heart pounded in the eerie silence of the familiar yet unfamiliar neighborhood.

The identical houses and walls, the empty alleys, and the streets with no passersby all blended together. The pebbles sticking to his bare feet brought his confused mind back to reality.

Today wasn't the day Seo Haeyoung was supposed to come to his house, so he had dawdled a bit and dozed off. It was only after being yanked by the collar and falling under the bed that Seo Haeyoung's scent hit him. By the time he realized the guy was there, it was too late.

"Haewon-ah-!"

"Huh..."

His sprinting legs suddenly stopped. While he staggered from the momentum, Seo Haeyoung stood at the end of the alley with a golf club, grinning brightly. The midday sun illuminated Seo Haeyoung's face, making his sorrowful eyes curve downward and his mouth split into a wide smile.

"You should've gone that way instead!"

Chills ran down his spine at the sight of that ecstatic expression. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran.

Seo Haeyoung followed Haewon, who was escaping at an indistinguishable speed between running and crawling, tapping the walls of other people's houses with the golf club head as he approached.

"I'll let you go if you make it to the road without getting caught!"

Hearing the voice mixed with laughter, Haewon quickly raised his head. He saw the road with a guardrail about twenty steps ahead.

"Haa... Huff...!"

There was no time to grasp the situation. As he crossed his legs to move forward, the places where the thick branches the size of his forearm had violently torn into his flesh moments ago throbbed with pain.

"Go on, hurry."

Seo Haeyoung followed Haewon, who was staggering but desperately trying to reach the road. When they were close enough, Seo Haeyoung swung the golf club back with force. Just as Haewon reached the end of the alley, Seo Haeyoung swung the club in sync. He let go of the club's grip without hesitation, and the long metal club flew through the air, striking Haewon's calf and entangling him. Haewon's knees buckled, and he fell onto the rough asphalt without even screaming.

"Ugh...!"

Haewon, who fell chest-first, let out a cough. His knees and elbows ached, and soon, droplets of blood formed. Seo Haeyoung approached the trembling Haewon who couldn't get up, crouched down beside him, and gently stroked his sweaty head.

"Couldn't make it, huh?"

His fingers, which had been slipping through Haewon's hair, clenched into a fist. Seo Haeyoung grabbed a handful of Haewon's hair and pulled him up from the spot stained with blood. Haewon, despite knowing it was futile, grabbed Seo Haeyoung's strong wrist and murmured the words he had said several times before.

"Haeyoung, Haeyoung-ah... I can't, I can't do it."

"You were doing just fine, but then suddenly running away and causing a fuss."

In the neighborhood alley where no one looked outside no matter what happened, the futile chase that occurred once a month just like a ritual came to an end.

"Ugh, ah...! Argh...!"

"You want attention, don't you? That's why you run away every day, huh?"

The menacingly erect penis forcefully pushed in between the widely spread, blood-crusted thighs. Each time Seo Haeyoung thrust his hips, Haewon's crumpled back collided with the wardrobe door. The hot penis without a condom brought a dizzying pain as it penetrated him. The feeling of having his insides pushed aside and filled with someone else's penis never got easier, no matter how many times he experienced it.

"Ugh... It hurts. It hurts, Haeyoung-ah..."

"But you like it. You did it by yourself when I wasn't around, didn't you? You did it from behind?"

"No, not like that, ugh...!"

Long fingers wrapped around Haewon's neck. Seo Haeyoung, gripping Haewon's neck with both hands, applied force. Without taking his eyes off Haewon's flushed face, he repeatedly slammed the back of Haewon's head against the wardrobe.

"Kuh, huh...!"

"What do you mean, no?"

Out of breath, Haewon scratched the back of Seo Haeyoung's hand with his trimmed nails. With his grip still tight around Haewon's neck, Seo Haeyoung shoved his penis back inside, making Haewon's long eyelashes tremble.

"Huh...!"

"Haewon-ah... If you lie, you'll die, for real."

Forcing his way through the clinging inner walls, Seo Haeyoung continued his vigorous thrusts, making loud, wet noises. Tears streamed down Haewon's face as he slid off the wardrobe he was leaning on. Unable to bear it any longer, he wildly twisted his pinned body.

"Is it hard? Should I let you go?"

"Uh, ugh..."

Haewon reached out to Seo Haeyoung, who shook his neck and seemed to neither let go nor release him, and gently stroked the firm shoulder. His trembling fingers, begging for mercy, fell pitifully and clutched at his shirt. Through teary eyes, he saw the long, torn corner of Haeyoung's mouth. At the same time, the hand around his neck loosened.

"Huh...! Haah, huh...!"

Gasping for air, Haewon's chest heaved as the hole gripping the penis tightened. The contraction as if to cut off the penis brought Seo Haeyoung terrible pleasure, causing him to lower his head and grit his teeth.

"Haah... Jerk off from behind a bit. It's too tight."

"Huh, ugh... Ah, ah!"

Seo Haeyoung pushed his hips forward, his arm supporting Haewon's leg, where blood spread over the wound. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the small, shabby room. Haewon, stripped off of his pants and stuck between the wardrobe and Seo Haeyoung, tried to regain his hazy consciousness, but it wasn't easy after taking a hit and being jerked around.

"Ugh... Huh..."

Seo Haeyoung, looking at Haewon's face just before his eyes rolled back, raised his hand and slapped his cheek.

"Just try to pass out. I'll tear your hole apart."

"Ah... Nngh, uhm..."

Seo Haeyoung forcefully thrust his penis into the hole mixed with semen and blood as Haewon fearfully nodded with tears streaming down his face.

"Haah...! Ah...!"

Seo Haeyoung grabbed Haewon's head, which was falling back, and pressed it down onto the floor with his palm. Folding his long legs, he pinned Haewon's curled-up body down and thrust his penis in with such force that it seemed as if he would shove in his testicles as well. The sound of skin colliding was louder than the wet noise.

"Hah...!"

Haewon dug his nails into the floor instead of Seo Haeyoung on top of him and screamed as he twisted his body. As Seo Haeyoung fully penetrated his scorching-hot organ and exhaled a sweet breath, semen oozed from the stretched hole. When the afterglow of ejaculation faded, Seo Haeyoung opened his eyes and slapped Haewon's tear-streaked cheek with the back of his hand.

"Hey. You still haven't come to your senses?"

"Stop... I want to stop..."

"Why do you get to decide that? How funny..."

As soon as he let go of the legs he was holding, Seo Haeyoung pulled out from the limp body and sneered at Haewon's lower half, which was dirtied with sticky fluid.

"Coming while being choked? Wow... You're amazing too."

Seo Haeyoung grabbed Haewon's waist, shivering as the penis filling him up was suddenly gone, and lifted him up onto himself, aligning the messed-up hole with his glans. Haewon, who was panting and unable to regain his senses, pushed away Seo Haeyoung's broad chest with his head shaking.

"Hae, Haeyoung-ah..."

"Relax, relax."

Seo Haeyoung, who had pierced Haewon's organs in one go and made him sit down, leaned against the wall. With a gasp, Haewon's waist bent forward.

"Ah...!"

"Raise your body. Don't lie down."

Seo Haeyoung pushed Haewon's collapsing shoulders up and fumbled under the bed. He took out the cigarette pack he always kept in the same spot and looked inside. The remaining five cigarettes slid to one side as they shook. He took one out and bit it, and Haewon, who could barely open his eyes, fumbled for the lighter tucked between the mattress. Seo Haeyoung played with Haewon's buttocks, which were stained with red fingerprints, and asked in a low voice.

"You thought I wouldn't come today, huh?"

Haewon, who lit the lighter with one hand and shielded it from the nonexistent wind with the other, nodded slightly. Seo Haeyoung, moving his head forward and taking a deep drag after lighting the tip of the cigarette, grabbed Haewon's dazed face and turned it to the side. The bruise would fade quickly, but the torn forehead seemed to need a visit to the hospital. He let go of Haewon's chin and sucked on the filter.

"Because you..."

"Ah...!"

With one arm around Haewon's waist, Seo Haeyoung abruptly lifted him up. Haewon's eyes, which were drooping shut, quickly opened wide.

"Ow, it hurts! It hurts, Haeyoung-ah...!"

"Because you become so careless, I have to come find you like this."

With every thrust, the swollen penis pushed and pulled the swollen inner walls. Tears that had stopped began to flow again as Haewon sobbed and shook. Suddenly, he was slapped in the face by a harsh hand. His head rang hollowly, and his vision turned pitch black for a moment, his twisted head unable to turn back to its original position. A delayed sob mixed with a moan slipped out.

"Ah..."

"Haewon-ah, do you want to keep saying it hurts?"

His lips, which had been fine, were now cracked and bleeding. Haewon blinked several times to chase away the darkness and slowly lifted the corners of his mouth. He clenched his teeth, which were clashing together, and forced a smile, even raising the corners of his eyes.

"No, it's good... I said that because it's good."

"If you say it hurts one more time..."

"I won't. I won't do that."

Seo Haeyoung, who had been staring at Haewon and then dropped the half-smoked cigarette to the floor, grabbed his waist with both hands. It was a sign that he was about to get serious. Haewon took solace in the fact that the smoke rising from the dying cigarette butt was not coming from his thigh and embraced Seo Haeyoung's neck.

Burying his nose in Seo Haeyoung's neck, Haewon inhaled the scent that now brought fear rather than excitement. As Seo Haeyoung panted and rammed his penis into the torn hole, Haewon's newly caught breath and moans flowed out through his dried, blood-stained lips.

It felt dizzying. He couldn't tell if it was a pleasant feeling or if it hurt. Haewon rubbed his bruised cheek against the firm shoulder and quietly sobbed. Who could he ask to take responsibility for this relationship and get an answer from? Well, there was no way to know.