There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 709

Chapter 709: Side Story 3. Stellar Blossom - 44

Radia was angry and confused.

What made this man think he could just go and kiss him after disappearing for eight years without saying any words? What made this man think he could just shove Radia inside a car and continue kissing him like it was the end of the world?

But more than anything, Radia was angry and confused at himself for drowning in that kiss.

He did not even bother to shove the man away. Hell--he kissed the man in return. He let those hands, feeling cold somehow, to hold him tight as a surprisingly cold tongue made a mess of his mouth. He grasped the black hair and swallowed the kiss in thirst.

It was only after he felt the scar and the uniform did Radia snapped out of it, and bit the lips kissing him.

Han Joon pulled away, staring at Radia in amusement. "Heh," he licked the blood on his lips; the black eyes flashing and curved with madness. "It’s only going to make me more excited, Dee."

Radia blinked. The view of the man in uniform and the man in a deep navy blue shirt overlapped with each other. "Wow..."

"Why?"

Radia clutched the sheet beneath his hand. "You’re just...the same."

At that time, twelve years ago, Han Joon also had a deep frown, making his smirk look menacing. But everything else was the same, and be it then or this moment, it aroused Radia all the same.

"Is that so?" Han Joon smiled and brought his lips down again; this time toward the thin scar across Radia’s neck. "Glad I’m doing this correctly."

"Mmh..." Radia careened his neck as if to give more access, grasping the black hair and sturdy back while he felt electricity spread all over his body. His skin tingled and his stomach throbbed as his neck was being consumed. Ha arched his back, seeking more contact naturally. "Haa--ngh?"

And then everything stopped.

Radia frowned as Han Joon pulled away, irritated at the loss of touch. "Why are you stopping?"

"Didn’t I?" Han Joon tilted his head, fingers caressing Radia’s cheek. "I kissed you for the first time after eight years; if you show me this kind of willing face..." he smiled deeply. "I don’t think I’d be keen on doing it inside the car."

Radia pressed his lips in surprise. "You are really aware of yourself," he said, sighing in annoyance at the memory. "Yeah--you stopped after making a mess out of me, saying you’ll see me in the night."

"Did I?"

Radia pursed his lips. This ’re-enactment’ brought back the way he felt at that time. The bewilderment as he watched Han Joon leave the car, all while still breathing heavily from the passionate kiss and slightly disheveled from the intimate altercation, was coming back to him.

And yet, he also remembered the thrill and excitement underneath all of his anger. What could he do? He was just completely trapped in a quicksand called Han Joon, and he truly understood that with how he responded to the man even after eight years of no contact.

"I did not return to my mansion or office that night, nor did I stay in any hotels that our family owned," Radia said.

Our--Han Joon smiled at how sweet that word sounded. "Where did you go?"

"I stayed in a random villa."

"Hmm...did you want to see if I could find you? Or..." Han Joon observed the clear crimson eyes. "Did you want to test if I had been watching you?"

Radia chuckled and wordlessly pulled Han Joon down for a brief peck, as if rewarding him for answering correctly.

"Did we see each other that night?"

"Yes."

Han Joon smiled. Of course--he didn’t have the memory, but there was no way he wouldn’t watch Radia constantly. After all, he left to keep Radia safe from that wretched system, and be ready to do something the moment that system devised a way to harm Radia’s life.

Of course, it would be rather hard for him to follow Radia if his darling decided to go out of the country that night, but...

It seemed Radia himself wanted something to happen. Perhaps beyond just physical contact.

"And what happened that night? What should I do now? Tell me," Han Joon whispered softly, but strangely, Radia became...flustered.

"That’s...I don’t really remember," Radia confessed.

"Huh..."

Averting his eyes, Radia turned his head and bit his lips before replying. "I was...drinking by myself because I felt angry and childish."

He was already in his late twenties at that time, so he felt pathetic from feeling distraught and fell on Joon’s play again. There was no difference between this and what happened during their teenage days, when Radia stormed out of Joon’s room after being denied a kiss. Even so, he waited impatiently, expectantly. It was clear what kind of result he actually wanted it to be.

For the first time after he became an adult, Radia found himself drinking to ease his nerves.

He still remembered the sensation vividly, but one could hardly recall details when they were so drowned in rapture. Radia had wanted to say and ask a lot of things, including hurling a series of curses. But nothing ended up coming out of his mouth but moans and pleas for Joon to never leave again. _{freeweɓnovel.cøm}