The suddenness of Seungcheol action caught Jeonghan off guard, his eyes widening in surprise as Seungcheol's lips crashed against his. The kiss was rough, filled with the pain and anger that were still coursing through Seungcheol's veins. Jeonghan's body went boneless beneath the onslaught, his hands flying up to grip Seungcheol's arms for support.

Seungcheol deepened the kiss, one hand moving to grip Jeonghan's chin, tilting his head back for better access. His tongue pushed into Jeonghan's mouth, claiming and possessive, as if trying to mark him as his. The kiss was intense, brutal even, a mix of passion and pain.

Jeonghan's body responded on instinct, despite the guilt and self-loathing that still coursed through him. His hands clung to Seungcheol, his body arching into the kiss, the pain and anger in it somehow a twisted form of comfort that he desperately needed.

Seungcheol's other hand dug into Jeonghan's hip, his fingers bruising the skin as he pulled him close, his body pressing tightly against Jeonghan's. The kiss was relentless, a mix of punishment and comfort, a claim and a plea.

Jeonghan's breath was coming in sharp gasps now, his body pressed tightly against Seungcheol's. The kiss was overwhelming, the mix of lust and pain, the possessive hold on his body, the intensity of the moment making him dizzy. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe, all he could do was surrender himself to the kiss, letting it take him under.

Seungcheol broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Jeonghan's jaw, his breath hot against his skin. His tongue traced a path down Jeonghan's neck, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin as he left a trail of possessive marks.

Jeonghan's head fell back, exposing more of his neck to Seungcheol's assault. A moan escaped his lips, the sensation of Seungcheol's lips and teeth against his skin making his body shiver with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Seungcheol's hands were everywhere now, touching, caressing, claiming. His lips were back on Jeonghan's, his kisses demanding and controlling. It was a brutal kiss, filled with the pain and anger that still pulsed through his veins.

Jeonghan was lost in the sensation of it all, his body responding to every touch, every kiss. The guilt and shame were still there, but they were pushed down, overshadowed by the raw need that Seungcheol was igniting in him.

Jeonghan let out a gasp of surprise as Seungcheol picked him up effortlessly, his strong arms easily carrying him. He instinctively wrapped his legs around Seungcheol's waist, his body pressed tightly against him as Seungcheol carried him towards the bedroom.

Seungcheol pushed open the bedroom door, his steps determined and urgent. He carried Jeonghan over to the bed, laying him down gently before climbing on top of him, his body covering Jeonghan's. His mouth trailed down Jeonghan's neck again, his hands working to remove Jeonghan's shirt, exposing more skin to kiss and mark.

Jeonghan's body was a mix of sensations, the coolness of the sheets against his back, the weight of Seungcheol on top of him, the fire in his kisses that scorched his skin. His hands gripped Seungcheol's shoulders, his fingers digging into the flesh as he tried to ground himself.

Seungcheol's kisses moved down Jeonghan's chest, his tongue tracing a path over the exposed skin. His hands were working quickly now, stripping off Jeonghan's pants, revealing more and more of his skin to Seungcheol's attention.

Jeonghan's body was trembling now, every touch and kiss sending shivers of pleasure and pain through him. He felt both vulnerable and safe under Seungcheol's gaze, the conflicting emotions making his head spin. His hands tangled in Seungcheol's hair, his moans and gasps filling the room.

Seungcheol's lips traced a path down Jeonghan's body, leaving a trail of biting kisses that marked him as his. His hands explored Jeonghan's body, each touch claiming and possessive. He wanted to hurt Jeonghan, to make him feel a fraction of the pain he was feeling, but he also wanted to comfort him, to show him that despite everything, he still cared, even if he was still seething with anger.

Jeonghan's body writhed under Seungcheol's touch, the mixture of pain and pleasure too much to handle. His mind was a haze of desires and guilt, his body responding to Seungcheol's touch despite the inner conflict roiling inside him.

With each kiss, each bite, each caress, Seungcheol was laying claim to him, marking him as his, even as he tried to ignore the pang of guilt that twisted in his gut.

As Seungcheol’s lips continued on their path down Jeonghan’s body, the guilt and the tears threatened to overwhelm Jeonghan. He closed his eyes, trying to hold back the tears, but they spilled out anyway, trailing down his cheeks in hot, silent streaks.

The intensity of the moment was too much for him, the guilt and pleasure warring with each other, and all he could do was lay there, his body trembling under Seungcheol’s touch.

Seungcheol noticed the tears on Jeonghan’s face, and for a brief moment, his movements halted. The sight of Jeonghan crying, the vulnerability in his expression, sent a pang through Seungcheol’s chest. He paused, his hands stilling on Jeonghan’s hips, and he looked at him, waiting for Jeonghan to open his eyes.

Jeonghan felt Seungcheol’s pause, the absence of his touch leaving him feeling suddenly vulnerable and exposed. He slowly opened his eyes, meeting Seungcheol’s gaze. Despite the tears streaming down his face, there was a strange mix of defiance and vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for something he couldn’t find the words to express.

Jeonghan seemed to notice the change in Seungcheol’s demeanor, and he tensed under him, a flicker of uncertainty flashing in his eyes. His body was still trembling, the tears still streaming down his face, and he looked up at Seungcheol, waiting for his next move.

Jeonghan closed his eyes, his breath hitching as Seungcheol’s lips grazed his skin. Despite the tears and the guilt, he still yearned for Seungcheol’s touch, his body aching for the comfort that only he could provide. He tried to press his lips towards Seungcheol’s, seeking his touch, but Seungcheol pulled back slightly, denying him the kiss he was silently pleading for.

Jeonghan's body sagged slightly in surrender, the fight going out of him. He was too exhausted to argue, too vulnerable to deny himself the comfort of Seungcheol's touch. The kiss on his forehead was surprisingly gentle, and it brought a fresh wave of tears to his eyes.

"I don't deserve your kindness," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Seungcheol's expression softened further at Jeonghan's tearful whisper, the vulnerability in his voice tugging at his heartstrings. Without a word, he leaned down and pulled Jeonghan into his arms, cradling him against his chest.

Seungcheol held Jeonghan tighter, one hand rubbing small circles on his back, the other carding through his hair. He didn't say anything, just held him, his touch gentle and soothing. The anger and hurt were still there, but at that moment, they were overshadowed by the need to comfort the man in his arms.

Jeonghan's tears continued to soak into Seungcheol's skin, the mixture of guilt and relief making it impossible for him to hold them in. His body trembled against Seungcheol's chest, the exhaustion and the emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words muffled against Seungcheol's neck. "I'm so sorry."

"I know you are," Seungcheol said, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "But sorry doesn’t change anything." Despite the harshness of his words, his hands continued to soothe and comfort Jeonghan, the contrast between his actions and words making his conflicted feelings even more apparent.

Jeonghan's body tensed at Seungcheol's words, the pain of them stabbing into his already raw emotions. He knew Seungcheol was right, that sorry didn't magically undo what he'd done, but the way he was treating him, the mixture of anger and tenderness, it made his heart ache. He buried his face deeper into Seungcheol's neck, trying to ignore the overwhelming emotions swirling inside him.

Jeonghan's body began to relax under Seungcheol's touch, the exhaustion finally catching up to him. His eyes fluttered shut as his breathing evened out, his body going limp in Seungcheol's arms. The tears had stopped, leaving his face red and blotchy, evidence of the emotional storm he had weathered.

Seungcheol watched Jeonghan as he fell asleep, his hands still moving gently over his back. His expression softened as he saw the tear tracks on Jeonghan's face, the vulnerability in his sleep-softened features. Despite the anger that still coursed through his veins, he couldn't help the soft pang in his chest at the sight of Jeonghan in his arms.

Seungcheol gently adjusted their positions, laying Jeonghan down on the bed and covering him with a blanket. His hands lingered for a moment on Jeonghan's sleeping form, the touch almost tender. He stood there, watching him for a few moments, the war between anger and something else still raging within him.

With a sigh, Seungcheol finally pulled away, his expression a mix of resignation and lingering anger. He made his way out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. The house was quiet, the silence only broken by the sound of his footsteps as he headed towards the living room.

He collapsed onto the couch, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, the anger, the hurt, the lingering attraction to Jeonghan, all mixed together in an uncomfortable cocktail. He let out a growl of frustration, the urge to lash out, to punch something, nearly overwhelming him.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching in frustration. His entire body was a contradiction, the anger warring with the need to comfort Jeonghan, the desire to hate him versus the nagging feeling of something else entirely. Seungcheol let out a huff of breath, the sound almost a growl, and he closed his eyes, trying to will away the images of Jeonghan.

Seungcheol let out a low sigh, his eyes still closed. He knew Jeonghan didn't mean to. He knew he was sorry. But the anger, the pain, the hurt, it all made the logical part of his brain shut down, leaving only the emotional maelstrom swirling inside him.

Despite his anger and hurt, the thought of Jeonghan and his son Haneul was a painful reminder of their situation, a reminder that despite everything, they were still a family. The thought made the anger flare up inside him again, but it was also tangled with a strange sense of protectiveness.

He knew it would take time, time for the anger to fade, time for the hurt to heal, but the thought of Jeonghan and Haneul being alone, it twisted something inside him.

Seungcheol let out a frustrated huff, forcing himself to his feet. He needed to clear his head, to do something, anything to distract himself from the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him. Without a word, he stalked out of the living room.

Seungcheol walked into his room, shutting the door quietly behind him. The room was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of the street lamps outside. He stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed, his body tired but his mind still racing.

He lay there, his eyes staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep. The image of Jeonghan in his arms, the feel of his body, the sound of his soft breathing, it all replayed in his mind over and over again. Despite his anger, he couldn't help the pang of something else that twinged his heart, a feeling he was too stubborn to acknowledge.

Seungcheol turned over in bed, his face buried into the pillow. He should have made Jeonghan and Haneul leave after the incident. That would have been the logical thing to do. But instead, he had let them stay in the guest room, providing a roof over their heads and a place to stay. And now, he was paying the price for his soft heart.

He let out a silent growl, his body tense with frustration. Why was he so weak? Why couldn't he just kick them out, leave them to fend for themselves? The answer was obvious. Because despite everything, despite the anger and the hurt, he couldn't bring himself to let them go.

Seungcheol's mind continued to swirl for a while longer, a maelstrom of anger, hurt, and something else entirely. But eventually, his exhaustion won out and he fell into a fitful sleep. The images of Jeonghan and Haneul followed him into his dreams.

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