Crave You Forever Chapter 98: Hurt me more

Why waste your ti with soone like him, Yeongsoo?" Bai Youran’s tone turned sultry, his gaze raking over Yeongsoo like he was a prize to be claid. "You deserve better. Soone who understands you, soone who could actually stand by your side without dragging you down."

Yeongsoo stepped closer, the distance between them evaporating in an instant. His presence was overwhelming, the tension crackling like a live wire. Bai Youran faltered, but only slightly, his smug deanor faltering under the weight of Yeongsoo’s glare.

"Understand this," Yeongsoo said, his voice low, lethal. "Haeun is the one by my side, and no one—not you, not anyone—gets to touch him. If you ever co near him again, I’ll make sure you regret it."

Bai Youran chuckled nervously, his earlier bravado faltering. "Why are you so defensive, Yeongsoo? I was just looking out for you—"

Before he could finish, Yeongsoo grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward with a force that left no room for argunt. Bai Youran’s smirk vanished, replaced by a flicker of fear as Yeongsoo’s cold eyes bore into him.

"You’ve been warned," Yeongsoo said, his voice a deadly whisper. "And I don’t repeat myself. Stay away from him. Stay out of my life. Next ti, I won’t be so forgiving."

Bai Youran’s laughter echoed through the room, sharp and grating against Yeongsoo’s nerves. It was as if he didn’t fully comprehend the weight of Yeongsoo’s warning—or worse, he didn’t care.

"Not so forgiving?" Bai Youran mocked, his smirk returning as he straightened his posture. "Oh, Yeongsoo, you’re so dramatic. What are you going to do, kill ?"

Yeongsoo’s gaze darkened, the air around him growing colder. Without hesitation, he reached out, grabbing Bai Youran’s hand with a vice-like grip. Before Bai Youran could react, a sickening crack filled the air as Yeongsoo crushed his fingers in one swift, calculated motion.

Bai Youran scread, stumbling back against the wall, clutching his injured hand. His breaths ca in sharp gasps, his face contorted in pain. But then sothing shifted. The scream turned into a shaky laugh, and Bai Youran’s lips parted in a breathy, almost euphoric moan.

"Oh, Yeongsoo..." Bai Youran’s voice trembled, not with fear, but with an unsettling edge of pleasure. "Do it again."

Yeongsoo froze for a split second, his brows furrowing in sheer disbelief.

"I didn’t know you could be so rough," Bai Youran continued, his tone dripping with sothing sickeningly sweet as he leaned against the wall, his uninjured hand brushing over his lips. "I like it. Hurt more, Yeongsoo."

Disgust flooded Yeongsoo’s features, his jaw clenching as he fought the urge to recoil. This was not the reaction he had anticipated. He released a slow breath, stepping back as Bai Youran leaned toward him, eyes gleaming with twisted anticipation.

"You’re insane," Yeongsoo said coldly, his voice laced with contempt.

"Am I?" Bai Youran taunted, cradling his injured hand as though it were a trophy. "Or are you just finally seeing the side of that’s always been here? You should’ve known, Yeongsoo, I’d let you do whatever you want to . Anything."

Yeongsoo’s eyes narrowed. "You’re pathetic."

Bai Youran let out a low chuckle, his pain seemingly forgotten as he pushed off the wall. "Call whatever you want, but you’re still here. And I’ll always want more from you."

Yeongsoo didn’t waste another second. He turned sharply, his disgust palpable and strolled towards the door. "Stay away from my Oga, this is your last warning. Next ti, I’ll blow your fucking head.."

Bai Youran’s mangled fingers, still twitching in pain, were held against his chest as he stared at the door Yeongsoo had just exited through. His breath ca in shallow, frantic bursts, his lips curling into a manic grin. The pain from his crushed fingers seed to fuel him, not break him. It was as though the agony only intensified the strange, twisted pleasure he derived from the entire encounter.

"He touched ," he muttered to himself, his voice soft at first, as if trying to convince himself it was real. "He actually touched ..."

A loud, guttural laugh tore from his throat, echoing through the empty room. The sound was wild, almost inhuman, as he let his head fall back against the wall. "Just how crazy am I for that man?" He chuckled again, his eyes glazed, almost feverish with obsession. "I must have him. No one else can have him. Not Haeun, not anyone. He’s mine, he has to be. I won’t stop until he’s mine."

Bai Youran’s gaze shifted to his injured hand, his fingers still trembling, but there was a strange sense of satisfaction in his eyes. He didn’t feel anger toward Yeongsoo; no, what he felt was sothing far darker, far more consuming—desire.

With his free hand, he began to gently caress the bruised fingers, a twisted smile playing on his lips as if the pain was an invitation, a mark of how far he was willing to go. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, his voice low and hypnotic, as though speaking to himself, reassuring his fractured mind that everything was falling into place. "He’ll want . He has to. No one else will touch him the way I will."

His laugh bubbled up again, louder and more manic than before. He could feel the obsession clawing at him, wrapping around his thoughts like a fever he couldn’t shake. "I’ll make him see," he whispered through clenched teeth. "I’ll make him need just as much as I need him."

Bai Youran stood there for a mont, breathing heavily, clutching his injured hand to his chest as though it were a treasure. His eyes were distant, lost in the swirling chaos of his thoughts, plotting his next move. He didn’t care how many lines he had to cross, how much damage he caused—nothing would stand in his way now.

"I’ll break him," he murmured to himself with a dark smile. "And when I do, he’ll belong to ."

Suho, his tiny hand resting gently on Haeun’s growing belly, looked up at him with wide eyes. "Haeun hyung, your belly’s bigger now!" he exclaid, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and fascination as he poked it softly. His innocent touch brought a smile to Haeun’s face, his heart lting at the boy’s genuine curiosity.

Haeun chuckled and patted Suho’s head affectionately. "It’s growing, Suho. That’s how it works when there’s a baby inside." He glanced down at his rounded belly, still getting used to the changes in his body.

Suho tilted his head, his eyes even wider now as he leaned in closer. "A baby’s inside there? Really?" He poked at the soft curve again, as though testing to see if it was true.

Haeun laughed softly, feeling a little bashful. "Yes, really. It’s just very tiny right now. But soon, it’ll get bigger, and we’ll hear it cry, and you’ll get to be the best big brother."

Suho’s eyes lit up at that. "I’ll be the best big brother? I’ll protect the baby!" He said this with such enthusiasm that Haeun couldn’t help but smile.

"Of course, you will," Haeun agreed, his voice warm with affection. "You’re already so protective of , so I know you’ll be the best big brother ever."

Just then, Minho entered the room, his eyes instantly noticing the scene in front of him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at Suho’s innocent excitent before looking at Haeun. "Hae, how far along are you now? Which trister are you in?"

Haeun sighed, rubbing his belly lightly as he looked up at his father. "I’m in the fourth month now, Umma. So, I’m officially in my second trister."

Minho’s face softened with a look of pride. "That’s good to hear," he said, his tone gentle but serious. "Second trister is usually when things start to stabilize a bit, but you still need to take extra care of yourself, Hae."

Haeun nodded, though he could feel the weight of his worries pressing down on him. "I know, Umma. I’m trying. It’s just hard sotis, with everything going on."

Suho looked up at Minho, his little face serious now. "Will Haeun hyung be okay? Can we make sure the baby’s safe?"

Minho bent down to Suho’s level, giving him a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry, Suho. We’ll make sure Hae is always safe. And you’re going to be a great help too, aren’t you?"

Suho puffed out his chest proudly. "I’ll protect Haeun hyung and the baby! I’ll make sure nothing bad happens!"

Haeun’s heart swelled with affection as he looked at the two of them. "Thank you, Suho. I’m so lucky to have both of you looking out for ."

Minho patted Haeun’s shoulder. "You’ve got this, Hae. We’re all here for you, every step of the way. And don’t forget, you’ve got the whole family supporting you now. You’re not alone."

Haeun smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Thanks, Umma. I really appreciate it. I’ll try my best."

Suho, ever the curious one, asked in his usual innocent tone, "Can we play with the baby when it cos out? Will it be like my toy?"

Haeun laughed, the sound light and airy. "I don’t think the baby will be like a toy, Suho. But you’ll get to hold it and help take care of it."