The Tyrant's Secret fetish-Chapter 56

Ye jun

I stood there in that stupid hallway with my back pressed to the wall like an idiot, legs all shaky and eyes burning again because every time I blinked I saw the blood on the floor and heard that crack when his head hit the table, and I kept telling myself I could just turn around, walk out the front doors, call Titi, disappear for a week and let the hospital and his rich daddy’s people deal with him. He had money, he had nurses, he didn’t need me hovering around like some guilty shadow who put him there in the first place. But my feet wouldn’t move an inch. Because yeah, I almost killed the asshole, but I still had revenge to finish. I couldn’t just bail now, not when I was this close to making him pay for every single time he’d wrecked me and laughed about it. So I took one more shaky breath, pushed off the wall, and shoved the door open again before I could talk myself out of it.

Si-woo cracked one eye open when he heard me, that half-smirk already crawling across his face even though he looked like death warmed over. "Thought you finally bolted, crybaby. Took you long enough to grow a spine."

"Shut your mouth," I snapped, crossing the room in two steps. I didn’t even think about it. I just grabbed the front of his hospital gown, yanked him up a little, and kissed him hard, right on the mouth, tasting the dry hospital air and the faint copper from his split lip. He made this surprised little grunt but his hand came up anyway, weak fingers twisting in my shirt like he was afraid I’d vanish if he let go. I pulled back just enough to breathe and muttered, "I’m not leaving, okay? Not yet. I’ve still got shit to do with you."

He laughed, which turned into a cough that made him wince. "Revenge? Cute. You gonna push me again or just kiss me to death this time?"

"Both if you keep talking," I said, but deep down I knew that it was real revenge but he wasn’t taking me serious and I was already fluffing that stupid flat pillow again because his head kept lolling and I hated how small he looked in that bed. We stayed like that for a minute, breathing the same air, my forehead against his, and I felt that messy pull in my chest again the one that made me want to scream at him and hold him at the same time. Then my phone started buzzing in my pocket like the universe had perfect timing.

I pulled it out and the screen lit up with Mom’s name. My stomach dropped straight to the floor. Si-woo saw my face and snatched the phone before I could even swipe. "Speaker," he ordered, voice raspy but bossy as hell. I hit speaker and held it between us.

"Ye Jun! Si-woo! What the hell is going on?" Mom’s voice came blasting out, half-screaming already, Dad in the background muttering something about flights and hospitals. "We just landed and the hospital called us called us! saying there was an accident and you two are in the ER? We’re coming straight there right now and if I find out you boys are fighting again I swear I will lose my mind. Do you hear me? We will go crazy if anything serious happened. Your father is already on the phone with the director..."

"Mom, chill," Si-woo cut in, rolling his eyes even though it clearly hurt. "It was nothing. I slipped in the bathroom, hit my head on the counter. Ye Jun panicked and called the ambulance like a drama queen. I’m fine. They’re discharging me any minute." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Discharging?" Dad’s voice now, deep and pissed. "The chart says head trauma and bruises on both of you. Bruises. Plural. What kind of slip causes bruises on both my sons? We’re ten minutes away and if I see one more thing that looks suspicious I’m pulling you both out of that house until you learn to act like adults..."

"We’re leaving right now," I jumped in, talking over him because Si-woo’s face was going pale again and I wasn’t about to let them drag this out. "We’ll be home before you get there. Everything’s fine. Love you, see you soon, bye." I hung up before either of them could yell more. My hands were shaking so bad the phone almost slipped.

Si-woo was already hitting the nurse call button like it owed him money. "Get the discharge papers. Now. Tell them Choi Si-woo is leaving AMA if they don’t hurry." The nurse who came in took one look at his glare and basically ran to make it happen. Twenty minutes later we were in the back of a private car he somehow ordered while half-dead, me holding an ice pack to his head and him complaining the whole ride about how the seatbelt was too tight and the driver was breathing too loud.

We got home and the second the door shut I saw the blood still smeared on the floor by the table. My stomach rolled. Si-woo noticed too but just kicked his shoes off and muttered, "I’ll keep wearing caps for a week. Nobody’ll see the stitches. Problem solved. Now help me to the couch before I throw up from the car ride and the stress, my head hurts."

I grabbed his arm too rough at first, then softer when he hissed and steered him over. "Sit. I’ll clean this. And you’re not working. Don’t even think about opening your laptop."

He snorted. "Watch me. I’ve got three projects due and bleeding on the floor doesn’t change deadlines."

We argued about it while I scrubbed the tiles on my knees, the rag turning pink, my hands raw from the cleaner. He kept trying to stand up and I kept shoving him back down until the front door burst open and our parents stormed in with suitcases and worried faces and about a million shopping bags from their trip.

"Boys!" Mom dropped everything and rushed over, pulling us both into this crushing hug that made Si-woo groan and me freeze. "We missed you so much. Look at all the stuff we brought new clothes for you, Ye Jun, and that watch you wanted, Si-woo, and snacks from Paris. What happened? Let me see your head...."

"We missed you too," I said fast, forcing a smile while Si-woo leaned into the hug like he wasn’t half-dead. "Everything’s fine. Really. Just a dumb accident."

Dad eyed the wet spot on the floor I hadn’t finished cleaning and the cap Si-woo had jammed on his head. "You two look like hell. Si-woo, you’re going straight to bed. No work. And Ye Jun, you’re making sure he rests or I swear..."

"I’m fine," Si-woo snapped, already reaching for his phone. "I’ll work from my room. One email won’t kill me."

He grabbed my wrist before I could say anything. "Upstairs. Now. Or I tell them exactly what happened and who pushed who." The words came out low and mean and he meant every one. I’d been ready to forgive him back at the hospital, ready to let the guilt eat me alive and just take care of him like some lovesick idiot, but standing here with the blood smell still in my nose and our parents right there, I didn’t want to forgive him anymore. Not even a little. He could suffer for once.

His eyes narrowed but he let me haul him up the stairs because he knew I wasn’t bluffing. Mom called after us that dinner would be ready soon and Dad muttered something about locking the liquor cabinet. The second we were in his room with the door shut I turned on him. "Blackmail? Really? After you kissed me in the hospital like you couldn’t breathe without me?"

"Bathe me if you don’t want mom to know the truth." I wasn’t even ready to argue today.

Before he could talk more , "Shut up and strip," I said, folding my arms.

He stared at me for a second, then started peeling off his shirt with one hand, wincing the whole time. The bruises on his ribs were turning purple and the bandage on his head looked ridiculous with the cap still half-on. I stepped closer to help and he suddenly grabbed the back of my neck and yanked my face right into his chest. My nose bumped his collarbone, my mouth inches from his skin, and God, he still smelled like him under the hospital stink warm and stupidly good. I licked my lips without thinking, staring at the way his chest moved when he breathed, and for one second I wanted to just stay there.

Then I shoved him back. "Don’t."

He smirked, even though it looked painful. "You were gonna lick me. Admit it."

"I said strip and get in the bathroom. I’m not doing this naked with you, I’ll get soaked anyway. I’m keeping my clothes on."

Si-woo laughed, and shuffled to the bathroom with me right behind him. I turned the water on hot, stripped him the rest of the way because he was moving too slow and bitching about it, and made him sit on the little bench thing in the shower. I kept my jeans and t-shirt on like an idiot and grabbed the soap. The second the water hit us both he started.

"You’re hard already," he said, eyes flicking down to where my wet jeans were definitely not hiding anything. "Cute. Nurse Ye Jun getting off on washing his poor injured step-brother."

"Shut up or I’ll drown you," I muttered, but my face was burning. I soaped his shoulders anyway, careful around the bruises, fingers sliding over his skin while the water poured down. He kept shifting, spreading his legs a little like he knew exactly what he was doing.

"Lower," he ordered, voice all smug. "You missed a spot."

I scrubbed his chest, his stomach, trying to stay businesslike even when my dick was straining against wet denim and every breath felt too loud. He reached down without warning and wrapped his hand around me through my jeans, squeezing once, hard. "See? You’re not even pretending anymore."

I slapped his hand away so fast water splashed everywhere. "Touch me again and I drop you on your ass. I’m washing you, not jerking you off. Sit still."

He didn’t sit still. He kept running his mouth the whole time "Harder, nurse. Yeah just like that. You gonna kiss it better too?" and I kept snapping back, "Keep talking and I’ll wash your mouth out with soap, you perverted invalid," while my hands shook and my jeans got heavier and my heart was pounding so loud I was sure Mom could hear it downstairs. I washed his hair next, super careful around the stitches, and he actually hissed when I accidentally brushed them but then turned it into another joke about me trying to finish the job I started. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry at the same time, the kind of cry that comes after you laugh so hard your ribs hurt, because he was right there being his usual asshole self and I was the one who put the stitches there and I still couldn’t walk away.

I rinsed him off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and basically carried him back to the bed because his legs were wobbly from the pain meds. I dried him carefully, pulled one of his big soft t-shirts over his head, and slid boxers up his legs while he bitched about the fabric being scratchy. Then I went downstairs, grabbed the soup Mom had left outside the door like she knew we’d be a while, and came back up. "Open your mouth."

He made a face. "I can feed myself."

"Open. Your. Mouth." I spooned the soup in anyway, blowing on each bite because it was still too hot, and he kept glaring but swallowed every one. I wiped his chin when he dribbled a little and he muttered, "You’re enjoying this way too much, control freak."

"Somebody has to keep you alive long enough for me to finish what I started," I shot back, but my voice cracked on the last word because the guilt was there again, sharp and ugly, and I hated how much I still wanted to take care of him even when I was so mad I could scream. I fed him the whole bowl, then the little yogurt thing Mom had sent up, and made him drink half a bottle of water while he complained about the taste and I told him to stop being a baby or I’d call the nurse back. By the time I set the tray aside my clothes were still damp and clinging and I was exhausted and wired at the same time.

I stood up to leave, ready to crash in my own room and maybe punch a pillow until I felt normal again. "Night. Don’t die while I’m gone."

Si-woo’s hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me forward so hard I lost my balance. I fell half on top of him, our mouths crashing together before I could even swear. It wasn’t soft. It was teeth and breath and that same desperate thing from the hospital, his fingers twisting in my wet shirt again like he needed me to stay right there.

The door behind me creaked open.

We both gasped.