KM: Chapter 27

Ji An just lowered his head and cried. He seldom cried out loud like this, trembling and looking particularly pitiful. You Chen paused for a moment, straightened up, and placed his hand from Ji An's shoulder to the back of his neck, gently massaging it. This was probably a form of comfort, and Ji An had always been unable to resist You Chen, who gave him an absolute sense of security, even in such a fright. Ji An gradually calmed down, and once he regained his senses, his body instinctively tried to break away from You Chen's control. This undoubtedly angered You Chen again. His gentle massage turned into a grip, forcing Ji An to raise his head as he kissed him fiercely.

"Mmm… mmm…" Ji An whimpered in fear. You Chen was too aggressive, as if he wanted to devour him whole, kissing him urgently and harshly, grinding his lips and biting his tongue. In the chaos, Ji An couldn't swallow properly, and saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth. You Chen didn't help clean it up as he used to, letting it drip down. Shame surged through Ji An, and he blinked his eyes, tears falling wildly. You Chen used his knee to press against Ji An's leg, preventing him from sliding down.

I'm dead. I'm going to die.

Just as Ji An was about to break down, You Chen finally let go of him, his eyes shining with satisfaction, like a wolf savoring its captured prey. Ji An, even more devastated, realized that he didn't want to distance himself from You Chen but wanted to get closer. He could only tightly close his eyes.

You Chen chuckled softly, lowered his head to bite Ji An's chin, kissed down to his neck, pecking the white skin until it turned red, then pulled down his shirt and bit hard below the collarbone. He held onto a piece of flesh with his teeth until it bled before releasing it, soothing it with his warm tongue. To prevent Ji An from escaping again, he needed to leave a mark. Ji An bit his lip, refusing to make a sound, his inner thigh pressed tightly against You Chen's knee. No matter how much he trembled, You Chen could clearly feel it.

You Chen raised his head, opened his mouth, and bit Ji An's swollen lips again. Ji An couldn't suppress a muffled groan from his nose, the taste of blood spreading on You Chen's tongue as Ji An's mouth was bitten. Ji An was afraid of pain, yet he was also drawn to it, You Chen remembered. He gently pressed closer, both of their lips wet. He still extended his tongue to lick and soothe, Ji An flinched from the pain, and You Chen comforted him by rubbing his waist.

This intense kiss was more like a one-sided bite from You Chen, stemming from a deep-seated desire for control and boundless fear. He feared losing Ji An again. He feared the last look before Ji An left, feared that kind of gaze, feared the door that wouldn't open, feared the call that wouldn't connect, feared the words "forget me." He feared every day he couldn't see Ji An, feared the unbearably long five years. In those chaotic five years, he couldn't embrace Ji An, even began to doubt if this person existed, but for someone he couldn't touch, he found his feelings only growing stronger, his love for Ji An increasing. At the same time, he also hated Ji An. Love turned into hate, love turned into fear. Emotions he never had before, Ji An brought them all to him. It's truly painful. He loves Ji An. He also hates Ji An.

"Can… can I… leave now?" Ji An quickly wiped away his tears with his hand, his eyelashes wet and disheveled, his red eyes not daring to look at him, biting his bitten lips, his face flushed red. You Chen stared at him for a while, his gaze moving down to the mark he just left, which seemed to be bleeding a bit. You Chen frowned, reached out to straighten Ji An's clothes.

"No, you can't."

You Chen released Ji An, raising the bag he had been holding, taking out congee and opening the lid. Ji An, once released, just wanted to run. You Chen clicked his tongue, raised his knee, and pinned him against the wall again.

"Ji An, I'm warning you."

Ji An choked back tears, more falling uncontrollably. He raised his arm to wipe them away like a child. You Chen crumpled the bag and stuffed it into his jacket pocket, wrapping his free arm around Ji An's waist to hold him in place, then withdrew his leg, speaking softly, "Put your hands down."

Ji An didn't dare disobey, obediently putting his hands down. You Chen held the congee to his mouth.

"Open your mouth."

Ji An sniffed, opened his mouth, and was fed spoonfuls of congee by You Chen. After half a bowl, he couldn't drink anymore, slightly turning his face away, whispering, "No, I don't want anymore."

You Chen still frowned, "No."

Ji An pretended not to hear, refusing to turn his head. You Chen suddenly leaned in and kissed his tear-heated eye corner. Then he coldly said, "Hurry up."

Ji An, feeling wronged, turned his head again and was fed the remaining half bowl. It was strange. His anorexia clearly hadn't improved. Usually, drinking halfway would make him nauseous, but now he almost finished the whole bowl without feeling the urge to vomit.

You Chen lowered his head, licking the congee residue from Ji An's mouth, whispering close to him, "We have a photo shoot tomorrow, come early."

Ji An didn't respond, and You Chen didn't press him further, raising his head to kiss his eyes again, straightening up to leave. He turned as he walked, taking the bowl and putting it back in the bag, descending a few steps before suddenly turning back, looking straight at Ji An.

"Ji An, if you dare to run a second time, I can't guarantee I'll let you go like today."

Ji An fearfully withdrew his gaze, turned, and ran into the house, quickly closing the door. You Chen stared at the door for a while before turning and continuing downstairs.

After Ji An ran inside, he quickly ran to the bed, curled up under the covers. His bitten lips and the area below his collarbone throbbed painfully. It was as if he had suddenly woken from a dream, unable to believe the absurdity that had just occurred. His mind was a chaotic mess, and Ji An was in agony from his constant inner conflict. Clearly, You Chen's kiss carried such intense hatred, yet he couldn't help but want to seek it out, still wanting to get close to You Chen. But he should be staying away from You Chen, as far as possible. Especially now, he couldn't even reach You Chen. Is You Chen here to take revenge on him? Would seeing him in pain make You Chen a little happier, a little more comfortable? Ji An sadly realized that even knowing You Chen was here to take revenge on him, he would still willingly let You Chen do anything to him.

Ji An curled up tightly, closing his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't sleep, only able to feel time slipping away, what he feared was still inevitable.

On the way to the company the next day, Ji An had countless thoughts of getting off the car and running back home to hide. You Chen's words kept echoing in his mind, forcing him to obediently arrive at the company and then step by step walk towards the studio. He didn't dare to look up, walking forward like a headless fly, not knowing who tapped his shoulder gently and greeted him softly.

"Hi, why are you keeping your head down?"

Ji An was stunned, looked up, and his eyes widened instantly. …What a beautiful boy. The other person curved his eyes, smiling at him.

"Are you Ji An?"

Ji An dumbly nodded.

"Hello, I'm You Chen's friend, and I'll be your personal makeup artist in the future. My name is Chu Longyu, but you can call me Ah Yu."