Black Card Debt: Daddy's Little Thief (Omegaverse bl) Chapter 174: Stay with me

Taesan’s POV

My breathing is uncontrolled as I watch them carry that parasite out.

Did I really love him?

How desperate and lonely was I to ever love him?

That oga woke the animalistic part of that shouldn’t be seen by those I really love.

I really would have killed him and not give a fuck about anything else, no, not the way he was losing blood or the way his eyes were staring to roll back into his head.

The only thing that kept back was Seoha.

The oga’s small hand on felt like the most powerful leash a man like can ever be held back by.

His soft voice, the look in his eyes, the way he held on to like he believes I would really listen.

I didn’t want to listen, but I did.

I turn my head to look at the oga and I find that his eyes are fixed on Jaemin’s phone.

The phone has been cracked from falling too hard to the floor, but it’s still displaying one of the pictures that I never want Seoha to see.

Shit.

SHIT.

It’s the leaked nude that I murdered Daeshin for.

"Baby" I whisper, grabbing Seoha’s arm and trying to pull him away from looking at it.

His eyes stay fixed on the broken screen, lips parted, and breath shallow like he ran a fucking mile.

I don’t want him looking at that, I am going to hunt down everyone that has seen those pictures.

I am going to find them one by one and pluck their eyes out. Make them pay for looking at my oga in the form that shouldn’t be seen.

"Look at , Seoha" I say, grabbing his face between my palm, and he whines in his throat as he obeys.

He looks at briefly.

The look in his eyes is distant and lost, and fuck, he’s barely here with , he’s only responding to my orders.

I knew I shouldn’t have permitted him into this mad world of mine.

None of these are made for him, none of the pain should be his experience or reality, but he won’t stop looking at that damn phone!

With an angry roar, I step down on the screen, breaking the phone into pieces with the heel of my shoes.

When the phone is ruined is when Seoha really looks at , he’s shaking under my touch.

"Are you with , baby? Hmm?" I ask and he blinks slowly, it looks painfully like calling himself back to his own body.

I hate Jaemin with passion, I want to hurt him worse than I have ever hurt anyone else before.

Tear his limbs apart one by one, draw Seoha’s na on his skin, and pull every vital organ out of his body while he’s awake...

"Hmm?" Seoha asks and I growl protectively, his vanilla scent is flickering with pain and unease.

Without a word, I pick him up bridal style and carry him up to our room, holding him carefully in my arms.

"Stay with " I whisper, holding him to myself tightly.

I kick my door open violently, and then sit on the bed, placing him on my lap like the precious treasure he is.

"Stay. With. " I command when he suddenly shudders.

It’s like he’s fighting against shutting down ntally, like he’s too exhausted to hold up, but I don’t want him to shut down.

I need him to stay intact for , to stay here for , I need to make sure he’s okay.

"I’m sorry" he says and I tighten my grip on his arm, holding it so tight that I know that I would leave imprints of my fingers on him.

"Don’t you ever apologize to " I snarl and he shakes his head.

"I’m- I’m sorry. It isn’t " he says in a broken voice.

"I know, little deer, I know" I grumble, fighting against the urge to shake him awake.

I only know violence, I only know the hard ways of life, but this fragile man with makes want to change everything about myself.

"I’m not like that, I don’t-" he says and a hiccup stops him mid sentence.

"I know, I know baby, I will end everyone of them that’s doing this to you" I say to him and he grabs my shirt with shaky hands.

"What if Sooin sees it? What if she hates ?"

Sooin.

His own daughter, a daughter he didn’t ask for, a daughter that was forced on him by my grandfather’s greed.

"Sooin can never hate you, baby, she loves you" I say and he looks up at my own face.

The oga’s pretty brown eyes search my face. He’s still not here with , he’s just...acting like he’s with , but he’s not.

Was this what Jaemin wanted?

"Sooin adores you" I add and he cups my face, rubbing his thumb in circles.

"There’s blood on your face" he says and I nod.

"Yes, blood"

"I feel dirty" he confesses.

The oga shudders but doesn’t cry, it’s like his body is aware of what is happening, but his brain is processing it too slowly.

"You’re not dirty, you’re perfect" I tell him but he pulls on my shirt.

"I’m so dirty, I want to be clean, I hate the dirt" he says weak, eyes growing distance as he says those words.

"I’ll wash you, I’ll wash you, treasure" I say and get up slowly to place him on the bed.

The oga is stiff as I undress him, taking off his pajamas one by one. When I’m done, I carry him into the bathroom.

I place him in the bathtub and he looks up at .

"Want you here too" he says.

He’s beautiful here, naked and fragile in the waters, but this nakedness is different from the one stolen from him.

Fuck...how can I make sure he doesn’t break? How the fuck do I even tell him that Sooin is his own child? How?