CH 3.1
The Kiss From Hell
After returning to Heritage College, the busy days continued for a while. It was the season to prepare for the full-fledged college entrance exam.
John, who didnât aim to go to college, had some room to relax. However, Valentineâs situation was the opposite, so he wasnât as relaxed. He was smart, and he was tenacious in his one goal. So instead of trying to show off his skills, Valentine stayed locked up in the library and only came out for class.
As a result, the time they spent together had also decreased significantly. Through Valentineâs absence, John realized how big of a part Valentine played in Johnâs daily life. He didnât mean to be childish, but John was captivated by an emptiness he couldnât help feeling. All he could do was hope that the exam would be quickly over.
Unlike usual, John went straight to the dormitory after class. He felt chilly because he didnât feel well. His fever wasnât that high, but somehow the chills hadnât stopped all day. Then, when John was about to pass through the first floor living room, rubbing his heavy, stiff eyes, a familiar laughter bursted out loud and a malicious sarcasm stuck in his ears.
âThat Beta bastard, hiding behind Valentine Lindbergh.â
Johnâs steps stopped when he unintentionally overheard the conversation. He had a bad feeling about it. As he felt in his gut, the answer was harsh too.
âThatâs what I mean. Who doesnât know how he rolled into the Lindbergh family? Heâs quite shameless though, acting so strong.â
âDarn it, just for how many years he has stuck his butt to this dorm.â
âWell, in a few monthsâ time, you donât have to see him anymore.â
He could guess who they were even without seeing them. In addition to who they were being sarcastic about.
âRight, Joseph?â
As expected.
It was Josephâs group, as John had figured out. All of them were from prestigious families, united by the sense of superiority of the Alphas from noble families to divide and discriminate the different classes. A smile flowed through Johnâs lips. He wondered where else would there be someone other than them, who didnât have enough courtesy to ignore him just because he was a Beta.
Joseph Pierce was the grandson of the former Prime Minister and the only son of a high-class aristocratic family. He was also a dominant Alpha, who was somewhat aggressive but still conspicuous on the surface. Thatâs why there were always similar kinds of people around him.
However, his easily emotional temper and differentiated mind were enough to weaken Josephâs original strengths. In British society, where pretenses were exchanged under the guise of being cultured, he was a very honest human being in a way; but being honest didnât mean that it was all positive.
Yes, just like now.
âItâs not like I didnât know what everyone thought of meâ¦â
At least within Heritage College, everyone was equal, and no student was given preferential treatment because of his background. John apparently broke the unwritten rule on campus, even though sleep disorders were the reason. Due to that, John knew that there were people who looked down on him.
John, who had been absent-minded for a while, came to his senses. Joseph had remained silent and then spoke.
âThat bastard⦠I think I get upset just by looking at him.â
ââ¦â
âHe gets on my nerves.â
John bitterly smiled again and swept his cheek with the palm of his hand. No matter how much he understood Joseph, it wasnât pleasant to be insulted for nothing. He wondered for a moment, but went into the room. John didnât have to turn around because he had nothing to be afraid of. As John pulled on the handle of the living room door, the light quickly expanded through the hallway.
âHi.â
At Johnâs greeting, the group of vulgar giggles froze at once. Feeling the crushing gazes on him, John deliberately smiled. When he laughed, the boys couldnât hide their agitation. John carefully looked at Josephâs face, and then said as if he was telling a light joke.
âThank you for your passionate love confession. Itâs touching that you care so much about me.â
ââ¦â
âBut from now on, if you have something to say, just say it to my face. Itâs too shameful to gossip like this behind my back.â
After finishing his words, John turned his back without waiting. He pretended to be fine, but his steps to the stairs were faster than usual. His physical condition wasnât that good, he couldnât fight all of them at once.
However, fortunately, none of them followed John. Whether they knew that what they did wasnât so honorable or not.
John chewed on his lips and rubbed his tired cheeks.
I canât wait to go up and restâ¦
With that thought in mind, John had just grabbed the handrail.
âJohn.â
ââ¦â
âStop right there.â
A stiff voice snapped up Johnâs ear. John stopped walking reflexively and turned around slowly. Joseph was standing there as he expected, but instead of his usual arrogance, there was an impatient look on his face. Joseph, who was about to open his mouth hastily, paused. It was because John stared at him with an expressionless look, one that Joseph had never seen before.
John smoothly approached Joseph. Josephâs face twisted as the distance between the two narrowed. More sharply than ever, the tension between the two increased. Facing Joseph at a close distance, John raised one lip. A clear laugh was overlaid over his thin lips. A voice, as cold as his face, said to Joseph.
âJoseph, I donât know why youâre so eager to destroy me, but donât you think itâs the same here?â
âWhat?â
Johnâs words caused a slight change in Josephâs expression. John looked straight into his shaking eyes and emphasized each syllable. He continued to laugh while talking.
âAnnoying and disgusting.â
ââ¦â
âYou, I mean.â
Unexpectedly, Josephâs face turned red in an instant. It was an unhidden embarrassment. No matter how much Joseph quarreled, John has never shown disgust or insulted him. It was the first time John, who had always been sloppy, faced Josephâs provocation face to face. That fact seemed to have embarrassed Joseph. No, it canât be called embarrassment.
Why do you look like that, with all that youâve done?
Thinking cynically, John turned his back on Joseph. John became more and more desperate for the idea of a fluffy bed. If he showered in hot water and listened to his favorite music buried in a fluffy blanket, it was clear that he would feel better. John was just about to go up the stairs.
ââ¦!â
Suddenly, his body was grabbed from behind and he stumbled. John, who almost fell due to Josephâs sudden grip on his wrist, turned his head without hiding his irritation. Joseph pulled his lips inward, as Johnâs cold gaze looked at him. Josephâs stubborn voice flowed through his curved lips.
âIâm not done talking yet.â
âIâm not curious.â
ââ¦â
âI donât want to know what youâre thinking at all.â
ââ¦You.â
âSo let go of me.â
Josephâs hand gradually began to relax in response to the cold answer. As soon as his hand fell down, John finally touched his wrist. Then he turned his back on Joseph.
For a long time after John climbed the stairs, there was no sign of Joseph moving.
* * *
No matter how indifferent John was, he was still only eighteen years old. The hatred he felt when he was mentally exhausted due to his poor condition, was deeply imprinted in his mind. He didnât even realize it hurt. Whatever the unfamiliar unpleasantness was, John turned a cold eye on Joseph unlike ever before.
Joseph also didnât pick a fight with John as casually as he did before. However, whenever he ran into John, Joseph just stared at John with an impatient look on his face, as if he were being chased by something.
It was honestly a lie if John said that it didnât bother him. Hating someone was something that needed a lot of energy in its own way. John, who had been trying not to hate Joseph, felt a little sad about the situation that ended up like this.
Valentine seemed to have noticed that John was depressed. As John, who came out of the shower, sighed and flopped onto the sofa, Valentine, leaning against the head of the bed while reading, stood up.
âWhat happened?â
Valentine approached him in a relaxed manner, held a towel in his hand and draped it over Johnâs head. Johnâs eyes were closed as Valentine dried Johnâs hair. John shook his head quietly, leaving Valentine to dry his hair.
âNothing much.â
âLiar. If nothingâs wrong, whatâs up with the look on your face?â
âWhat do I look like?â
âI donât know anyone else, but you canât fool me, you know better.â
John raised his head to Valentineâs mild reprimand. Valentine looked down at him with a faint smile on his face. A fingertip slipped down Johnâs cheek. Valentine used his finger to hook the corner of Johnâs mouth. With a finger grabbing the edge of his mouth, John mumbled.
âJust⦠Valentine. Iâm afraid Iâm really going to have to practice being away from you.â
That stopped Valentineâs movement. His hand, which was groping Johnâs lips, went down and grabbed his chin at once. John, who was forced to raise his head, looked up at Valentine, who tilted his head with a face that had turned expressionless. One of his lips was slightly dry.
âYouâve been saying weird things, what do you mean?â
ââ¦Valentine.â
âTell me so I donât misunderstand.â
On the surface it was a soft request, but it was in a tone close to being a command. Feeling a momentary sense of hostility, John couldnât say anything. Valentine, who was waiting for his answer for a while, sat across the sofa. Their gaze interlocked. Mindful of Johnâs nervousness, Valentine asked in a soothing voice.
âWhere did you hear that? What bastard?â
âNo, itâs not that. Itâs justâ¦â
John lowered his head with a sigh. As he was looking at the ceiling where the light was spreading, he said, âUmâ¦â
âIt doesnât mean anything, but when I think about it, itâs strange that I always stayed in this dorm when Iâm a Beta.â
âI donât know why thatâs weird.â
ââ¦Valentine, I like myself.â
âI like you too.â
âNo⦠I mean, I never wanted to be an Alpha, but I donât know. Why do I feel like this now?â
âFor example?â
âI donât know. I feel kind of intimidated right now, as if I had sneaked in from the back door, not the front one.â
Due to Johnâs words, Valentine straightened his back and crossed his arms. His eyes narrowed, staring at John as if searching for something. Then, John rolled his eyes sideways because he couldnât stand the gaze he was facing.
ââ¦!â
Suddenly Valentine kissed John on the lips. Johnâs eyes widened from the unexpected contact. A damp, hot tongue squeezed into the gap between the lips that opened reflexively. The tip of his tongue scratched the roof of Johnâs mouth.
âUmâ¦â
Unusually, Valentine was ruthless and aggressive. John was out of breath in an instant. It was hard to keep up with rough and ruthless movements, like the first time they kissed. Unable to overcome the stimulus, John twisted his head, panting. Valentine stretched his hands to keep John from running away.
Valentine had one knee on the sofa and pressed down on Johnâs body. The sofa was soft and pressed into Johnâs back, unable to properly support him. His neck was completely bent up.
ââ¦!â
Johnâs waist, barely getting Valentineâs kiss, shook. Valentineâs knee was pushed into Johnâs groin. John shook like a fish pierced by a harpoon because his sensitive area was recklessly pressed against.
âVa-Valentine!â
Startled, John hurriedly pushed away Valentine and took deep breaths. Valentine pressed his lips when their eyes met. The curved lips were swollen more than usual, giving off a color-sensitive glow and soaked in water. The scene where the tip of the red tongue licking his bottom lip was imprinted in Johnâs eyes.
Just now, what the hellâ¦
John shook his head, confused. The blood in his body was rushing, and his heart beat violently. His groin, which had just been touched by Valentineâs knee, was constantly conscious that it became tense.
No⦠Donât think too much.
It was time for John to try to calm down somehow. Valentine asked in a light tone.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhat?â
âYou have a funny expression.â
When John couldnât answer, Valentine reached out. John didnât know, but his ears that couldnât lie were bright red.
âD⦠donât.â
John cringed at the touch of the fingers around his ears. His long stretched eyelids trembled.
Valentine whispered in a low voice, slowly taking a look at John, who couldnât hide his agitation.
âDonât think of anything stupid. Donât listen to things that arenât important to you. Youâre just you.â
When Johnâs expression was about to loosen from Valentineâs confident words, the hand wandering around Johnâs cheek went down and wrapped around his neck. The sudden pressure around his neck made John freeze, as if he had become paralyzed.
When Valentine put strength on his hand, Johnâs neck was being held tightly. Feeling the strange tension, John gulped unconsciously. Perhaps because he felt the slight tremor, Valentine smiled and pulled back hand. Gently making waving movements, as if he were saying that he wouldnât hurt John.
âAnd I, Johnâ¦â
When John paused for an unknown sense of difference, Valentine, who tilted his head, spoke in a low voice. His dark eyes flickered slowly as if to clear his mind.
âItâs perfect when you are there.â
âWhat does that mean?â
Instead of answering, Valentine leaned over to John with a light smile. Leaning loosely on Johnâs shoulder, Valentine whispered quietly in his red ear.
âJust⦠thatâs what happened the first time I saw you, so donât abandon me for whatever reason, John.â
Johnâs expression was slightly broken by Valentineâs blunt longing for affection. Valentine was calm and mature, but there were times when he was disarmed, as if he had returned to his childhood. Just like now.
âMn? Johnâ¦â
Valentine pressed for an answer and rubbed the tip of his nose on Johnâs neck. His strangely bratty way of speaking was only seen by John. Johnâs hand was hovering in the air above Valentineâs back. Then Valentine burrowed more into Johnâs neck. The tension that had been pushing Valentine away until now, had already disappeared.
ââ¦â
He seemed to have been overreacting a little a while ago. There remained a dubious part to consider simply, but the instinctive defense mechanism warned him not to think too deeply. John shook his head, as if to shake off the discomfort that made his back ache.
Blink, blink.
The eyes looked up from below, asking him for an answer. John coughed lightly.
âWhy would I abandon you? Thatâs ridiculous.â
Only then did a smile spread over Valentineâs face. With his eyes folded thin, he rubbed his cheek against Johnâs neck as if acting charming. He acted like a big cat. John cringed at the itchy feeling,g but didnât push Valentine away.
John was helpless against Valentineâs straightforward affection. The reason was simple. It was because no one in the world needed him as much as Valentine did. Valentineâs affection, which sometimes seemed blind, was one of the few psychological pilliars that John could easily lean on. Thatâs why John used to be helplessly weakened whenever Valentine relied on him, forced him, and demanded him.
It has always been that way, even now. John fiddled with Valentineâs hair with a relaxed face. Valentine curled up and grabbed Johnâs wrist. Their eyes met, Valentine smiled and lowered his head. The red lips left a kiss on the back of Johnâs hand.
âWhy would you do that?â
Surprised, John pulled his hand back. Then Valentine giggled and hugged his waist. A soft white cheek was pressed on the flat stomach. Warm breaths flowed uniformly between the thin shirts.
âCan I kiss you, but not on the back of your hand?â
ââ¦â
âStop thinking trash and letâs go to bed.â
âUckâ¦!â
After finishing what he had to say, Valentine hugged John without even giving him a chance to answer. Although he was not as tall as Valentine, John was also tall and had a balanced physique. Valentineâs power to lift him lightly was beyond the norm.
John, who was pushed into bed as it is, was suddenly strapped to the sheets. Valentine laughed jokingly, as if he was satisfied with his work. Then he held John tightly in his arms and did the same with his limbs.
ââ¦What are you doing?â
John, who suddenly became a cocoon, didnât hide his bewilderment. Valentine smiled with his eyes closed.
âHurrying to sleep.â
âYouâre going to sleep like this?â
âYes.â
âHey⦠Untie me. This is really uncomfortable.â
âNo. Iâm going to do what I want today.â
John ended up laughing at his childish words. Valentine also gave strength to his arms, holding John with a drowsy smile.
* * *
Valentineâs comfort made Johnâs heart warm. The fact that Valentine needed him, who had nothing to lose, gave John a strange sense of security. There was a saying that satisfaction was unhealthy, but anyway, John was able to escape the depression that he had for a few days. Sometimes, he returned to a mental ease that everything was okay, even when he ran into Joseph.
Anyway, it was graduation in a few months, and even with the sick Alpha supremacists, there will be eternal farewells. Thatâs why John once again made up his mind not to waste his energy on useless things.
Right after lunch, John hurried to take the afternoon classes. The next class was held in an annex, which was quite far from the main building, and he forgot the time as he was playing soccer with his friends.
Anyway, every time I play, I get distractedâ¦
John mentally beat himself up. Since he had washed his face with cold water to cool off his sweat, his hair was wet, with water dripping down, and his shirt was unbuttoned. He couldnât say he was neat even if he didnât mean it, but John couldnât afford to care about that today.
It was just around the corner of the building.
âLetâs talk for a second.â
John, who almost bumped into a person blocking the front, raised his head quickly. After checking who the other person was, he unknowingly frowned. It was because Joseph was standing with an awkward look on his face. His face became cold when that uncomfortable person appeared, even though he was already in a hurry.
âDonât be scared.â
John tried to pass him without a reply, but Joseph blocked him once more. With every step John took, Joseph blocked the path. Joseph, who stood crooked, raised his lips.
âJust a second.â
In the end, John sighed, raising his chin. Joseph looked down at him and said a few swear words. He caught John, but didnât think he had anything to say. Awkward silence flowed as they confronted each other.
Impatient to be late for class, John pushed him aside.
âIf you have nothing to say, Iâll go.â
ââ¦Iâm sorry.â
John, who had just passed Joseph, stopped walking reflexively.
What did Joseph just say?
John turned his head, not hiding his expression as if he hadnât heard it right. Joseph bit his lips while frowning. His brows narrowed as if he was dissatisfied, and his face was flushed more than usual.
John didnât hide his surprise and asked back.
âWhat did you just say?â
âI said Iâm sorry.â
ââ¦â
âFuck, Iâm sorry about what I said to you beforeâ¦â
John stared at Joseph as if he were an alien. The face mixed with broken pride and humiliation was worth seeing, but Joseph was too strange for him to understand. Why are you apologizing, when you hate me so much?
ââ¦â
But he canât deny it, John didnât feel so bad about receiving his apology. Although his feelings didnât melt away at once, it was still surprising that Joseph was the one who offered the apology. John, who remained silent for a while, sighed with a slightly relaxed face.
âI actually donât care much about what you say, so you donât have to apologize. Weâre not in a good relationship. In fact, if I bother you that much, I can just ignore you.â
Having said that, John muttered to himself with a frown.
âI donât know why you hate me so much.â
As if he had managed to hear his voice that wasnât that loud, Joseph breathed loudly as if he were frustrated.
âShit, thatâs, youâ¦â
But the words were scattered into incomplete sentences. Joseph hesitated and closed his mouth. Looking at the expression full of irritation, it was clear that Joseph had something to say, but it was difficult to or couldnât be sorted out. Come to think of it, Joseph boasted outstanding skills in Physical Education and Mathematics, but was completely poor at Literature and Linguistics. John stared at him and spat out.
âJoseph, actually I donât hate you that much.â
Josephâs eyes widened at Johnâs words. Looking into his bewildered face, John added that he would not make unnecessary misunderstandings.
âOf course, itâs not that I like you. Youâre annoying.â
Joseph was impressed by Johnâs ensuing words, but he didnât use abusive language or talk at all. Instead, he asked John again with a short sigh.
âThen youâ¦â
âMn?â
âAre you accepting the apology?â
Todayâs Joseph was a total stranger to John. He had no idea why Joseph apologized to him and why he was obsessed with John receiving an apology. Seized by a strange feeling, John kept his mouth straight. Shining in the sunlight, Joseph carefully examined Johnâs face. Then, John answered in an awkward voice.
âWhy is that important to youâ¦â
âM-move!â
A lump of metal rushed towards them with a piercing noise. Before John realized its identity, Joseph pulled him with a great deal of reflexes. John, who stumbled unconsciously, bumped his nose into Josephâs chest. The twisted couple lost their balance and fell to the floor.
Bang!
It was a grass tractor that ran towards them. An uncontrolled tractor collided with the stone wall with a loud sound. Students passing by screamed and avoided it.
He managed to avoid the tractor, but instead John fell down on Joseph. Thanks to Joseph, who unintentionally acted as a cushion, there wasnât much physical impact, but it was fortunate that Joseph fell on his butt.
âAre you alright?â
âIâm⦠Iâm sorry. The tractor, why⦠why did it happenâ¦â
Joseph, who was moaning as if he was sick, got in a sitting position and growled. The gardener was flustered with a very bewildered face as he chased after the tractor. None of the schoolâs employees knew of Josephâs terrible temper. The gardenerâs face was pale, he felt that he had almost caused a big accident.
ââ¦Forget it. Get that fucking piece of junk out of my sight.â
Joseph, who was staring at him with a displeased face, spat out. He didnât use a kind tone, but it didnât turn out to be a big deal, so the gardener hurriedly drove the tractor away with his head lowered. Nevertheless, John carefully opened his mouth to talk to Joseph, who was still staring at the same place with a disgruntled face.
âThank you for what happened, but⦠Can you let me go now?â
Until then, Joseph was holding Johnâs forearm tightly, and John was sitting on his thigh. Only then did Joseph return to reality and removed his hands in surprise. His arms, holding John, were waving in the air and pointed to the stone floor with dry dust. This was the closest proximity they have ever been in.
ââ¦â
Josephâs eyes, resembling the sunâs light, shined brightly enough to make it difficult to face them and stared at John. The intensity that was hard to face was revealed at first glance and then disappeared. Under unknown pressure, John turned his head and tried to get up.
ââ¦Wait.â
As the outstretched hand pulled on his arms again, Johnâs waist leaned forward once again. Since he was caught by surprise, John had to lower his head to catch his breath. Johnâs wet hair stretched over Josephâs forehead, and the tips of their nose brushed. They were close enough to feel each otherâs breath.
âWhy?â
John, who pulled his head back, asked shakingly, but there was no return answer. Joseph just stared at John with a strange look. The restless students winked at them, without hiding their interesting faces. John moved in vain.
In the end, it was John who avoided his eyes first.
ââ¦Let go. I have to go to class.â
âAh.â
Unable to withstand the unknown pressure, John shook his arms. Only then did Joseph open his hands with a brief reply. Johnâs wrist was red as Joseph held it so hard. Waving his tingling arms lightly, John stood up. Joseph then followed John and patted off the dust on his pants. John glanced at Joseph.
âWhy did you just do that?â
There was no return answer. Joseph stepped back. Before he knew it, he twisted one lip with an unpleasant look on his face.
âJust because.â
It was an answer that didnât feel sincere. Joseph shrugged lightly at the bewildered John, no longer hesitating and turned his back on him. John knew he had to hurry, but somehow he couldnât move easily. John stared away as if nothing had happened.
ââ¦I donât understand you.â
John, who murmured to himself, looked down at the white sand on his clothes. Joseph had a strange behavior he didnât understand a single bit, but neverthelessâ¦. It struck him that Joseph might not be such a bad guy.