There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227: [Bonus Chapter]The Star and The Flower (1) (M)

How long did it take, before Han Joon found someone waiting for him outside the academy gate, asking him to get in the car and bringing him somewhere?

Twenty-three days.

Twenty-three days of Radia avoiding him like a plague.

Twenty-three days before Radia couldn’t take it anymore and summoned him.

He chuckled inwardly and let the staff take him to a hotel. One that was owned by the Mallarc. He wouldn’t even be surprised if it was actually owned by Radia himself.

And there he was, inside the topmost suite, sitting on an armchair like the young master that he was; casual, slouched back, arms crossed. Face the epitome of haughtiness. There was a table and a cup of tea in front of him. No other chair.

In that spacious, obviously expensive room, there was only one chair and one table.

Han Joon held back from arching his brow and chuckling. Oh no, he wouldn’t give Radia that satisfaction.

But he did say one thing, to properly start.

"Took you long enough," flat, nonchalant, delivered without any change in expression like a mockery.

But Radia was as good of an actor as he was. The boy didn’t even twitch, even though Joon knew there was a fire blazing beneath those crimson eyes.

Fury? Desire?

Both?

Joon stopped in front of the table, staring wordlessly at the crimson eyes. The lips that parted below were as baiting as the words coming out between them.

"I just want to give you time to repent," the boy said. "Clearly you have no capability for it."

Han Joon held back a desire to snarl. This was fun.

"Repent?" he arched his brow, looked up at the ceiling for a few seconds, and finished it with a scoff.

Ah, the way Radia talked right now was how he usually talk to other people. Did the boy want to show him that Joon had lost the privilege of being someone in his inner circle?

How utterly adorable.

"Alright," he said. "Since I’m so dumb, why don’t you tell me what I should repent on?"

Radia laughed mockingly. "Tell you? Why should I bore myself with educating your incompetence?"

"Because why else would you bring me here?" Han Joon tilted his head, putting on a confused face. "Why don’t you just tell me to repent in front of the whole school?"

The crimson eyes narrowed, and Joon, who would barely say anything outside unless he had to, spoke again. "Perhaps because you don’t want others to know what you would like me to repent?"

"What bullshit. It seems like you have a great desire to be humiliated in front of a crowd," Radia frowned, but Han Joon just chuckled lowly.

"I don’t really mind even if you do so," he said, walking closer to the table. "Just tell other people how you hate me egging you on. Just tell them you want me to grovel on your feet, apologizing for not sucking your dick."

The corner of Radia’s eye twitched, and the boy gripped the armrest, seemingly wanting to stand up and lash out. But before he could do that, Han Joon had already grabbed the edge of the table and thrown it to the side--teacup and everything.

Blinking with widened eyes, Radia stared at the face that was smiling deeply while the table crashed into the floor. The black eyes were sharp and gleaming as the older boy loomed above him, hands gripping his on the armrests.

"Dee," Han Joon said, a low sound that brought a shiver to Radia’s spine. "You should stop bluffing," the face, the cold and handsome face, leaned closer, almost making his heart stop pumping. "You can deceive others, but not me. Fooling others is my role."

All this charade of going round and round, trying to rail the older boy, provoking, hoping for Joon to come out first. In this room, an empty room where there were only them and no one else, not even the shadow guards that were usually around.

In this room where they could just be themselves, what was the use for charade?

And Radia knew it too.

"...fuck!" Radia leaned back and closed his eyes, brows knitted in frustration. "Fuck--what the fuck do you want?!"

Biting his lips and stomping his foot to the ground, the seventeen-year-old boy, for the first time in his life, felt the frustration of not knowing what to do. Of wanting something and couldn’t get it right away. Of wanting something so bad, so strongly, that he had no leeway of desiring something else.

"But do you want me?" Han Joon continued, the black eyes glinting with a sharp, almost obsessive light. "...darling?"

He saw it, what Joon had wanted. What Joon had wanted from him.