Kiss the Scumbag-Chapter 68

The kisses they’d shared before had been little more than touches of the lips.

But this—this was something else.

A kiss like the ones in books. Something utterly adult.

Just imagining Winston kissing someone else was enough to make Yujin’s chest ache so badly he could hardly breathe. His eyes filled with tears before he even realized it, and when Winston saw, he blinked in shock.

“What are you talking about? Why would I kiss anyone else?”

“B-but...”

Yujin sniffled, trying hard not to cry.

“You’re so good at it... You never kissed me like this before...”

It was ridiculous, and Winston felt awkward—until he saw how hurt Yujin looked.

Those eyes full of tears tugged something deep inside him. It wasn’t just pity—it was raw desire. He wanted to devour him, right there. His fingers itched with tension as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“You idiot... There’s only you for me.”

How could anyone be this lovable?

Winston couldn’t resist. He pulled Yujin tightly into his arms and kissed him all over his face. Yujin squinted, flustered.

“R-really?”

That trembling voice made him kiss Yujin’s lips again. But this time, he devoured them—open-mouthed, hungry. His tongue pushed in roughly, mixing their saliva without restraint. One hand cradled the back of Yujin’s head while the other locked around his waist, holding him immobile.

Yujin, trapped in his arms, could do nothing but melt into the storm of the kiss.

Haa... haa...

He gasped when their lips finally parted, but Winston kissed him again—sucking on his tongue, biting his lower lip—before answering.

“Really. I don’t want to kiss anyone else. The thought alone makes me sick.”

“But... then how’d you learn to kiss like that?”

Yujin asked hesitantly, and Winston laughed out loud.

“Let’s go watch together next time.”

“Watch... what?”

Yujin’s face flushed as he blinked up in surprise.

Instead of answering, Winston peppered him with more kisses.

When he sucked hard on Yujin’s neck, Yujin shrank back and let out a soft groan.

“S-stop...”

“Does it hurt?”

Winston licked the spot gently. Yujin hesitated.

“It doesn’t hurt, it’s just...”

He trailed off.

Winston chuckled and kissed him again, feeling like his chest would burst.

“There’s so much I want to do with you.”

“Like what?”

Yujin’s eyes sparkled with curiosity. Winston only smiled.

“I’ll teach you, one thing at a time.

You’ve never left this place, have you?”

“Um... no.”

Yujin nodded, a little embarrassed.

“I’ve always been here.”

He said it quietly, and Winston kissed his lips again.

“Why do you keep kissing me...”

Yujin muttered as soon as their lips parted.

Winston gently bit his cheek.

“You don’t like it?”

“No... I like it, but...”

Yujin hesitated, then added:

“You keep kissing me, so we can’t talk...

And I want to talk a lot...”

“You’re right.”

But Winston kissed him again anyway.

He made loud smooching sounds as he kissed Yujin’s face all over like a baby.

Eventually, Yujin had to turn his head and push him back.

“Stop! That’s enough for today!”

He covered Winston’s mouth with both hands and tried to push him away.

Winston frowned like a sulking child—then suddenly licked Yujin’s palm.

“Ahh!”

Yujin jerked his hands back in shock.

Winston didn’t miss the chance—he kissed him again.

Yujin, caught off guard, could only glare at him /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ in exasperation.

Winston burst out laughing.

“Sorry. I just can’t help it.”

He laced his fingers with Yujin’s and kissed each knuckle.

Yujin’s face flushed hot. He loved Winston’s kisses too, but he also wanted to just... be together. Read books like they used to. Walk through the garden.

Maybe drink lemonade. Make dinner together.

There were so many things he wanted to do, it made his chest ache.

But instead, they kept kissing—sharing breath and body like time didn’t matter.

“I should go.”

Hours had flown by.

Yujin knew it too—he had to let him go.

But even as Winston said it, he kissed Yujin’s cheek again.

“It’s not enough time...”

Yujin mumbled wistfully, and Winston kissed his lips.

“Don’t worry. You’ll see me every day now.”

He promised again, then gently slid Yujin off his lap.

Though the front door was just a few steps away, it took forever to get there—they kept stopping to kiss and hold each other.

By the time the door finally opened, a slow, cold sadness crept into Yujin’s heart.

“Don’t make that face.”

Winston cradled his cheek and kissed him softly.

Still caressing him, he whispered:

“Let’s go out tomorrow. Anywhere you want. I’ll take you.”

“Really? I...”

Yujin’s face lit up—but then dimmed again.

Noticing the shift, Winston looked at him in confusion.

Yujin lowered his head and murmured:

“Harold’s coming soon... If he comes when I’m not here, and finds out I snuck out... it could be really bad...”

The words felt like they caught in his throat.

Yujin forced them out like scraping against raw nerves.

He’d just been so happy—but now, reality hit, and the weight dragged him down again.

Winston misunderstood the silence.

He thought Yujin just didn’t want them to part.

“That can’t be helped. When’s the last time he came?”

“About once a month...”

Yujin whispered.

Winston nodded and kissed his forehead.

“Then let’s go after he leaves. That should be okay, right?”

No... it’s not okay.

Yujin felt like he couldn’t breathe. He looked up at Winston.

Winston kissed his lips one last time, then stepped back.

“Get some sleep, Yujin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He took a step back, eyes still fixed on Yujin.

He nearly tripped over the stairs, catching himself just in time.

Yujin gasped in fright, hand to his chest—Winston laughed softly and winced, pretending pain.

Then he suddenly turned back, grabbed Yujin, and kissed him deeply.

He licked into his mouth, arms wrapped tight, like he might crush him.

Yujin, far from frightened, clung to him with everything he had.

“At this rate, it’ll be morning before I leave.”

Winston broke the kiss, breathless and laughing.

Let it be morning, Yujin thought. He didn’t want to let go.

Stay. Don’t leave me alone.

Winston pulled away again—this time for real.

As he turned and walked off, something drained from Yujin’s face.

The pounding heart that had been so full of love now trembled with anxiety.

Winston was leaving.

And Harold would come.

And when that happens—when that happens, what will become of me?

“Don’t go...!”

The fear overwhelmed him.

Yujin screamed and ran after Winston, grabbing his arm in desperation.

Winston turned back, shocked. The face that had looked up at him so lovingly earlier was now ghost-pale.

“Yujin, what’s wrong? What happened?”

He pulled Yujin into his arms and stroked his back, panicked.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’m here. What is it? What are you scared of?”

Yujin’s trembling shook through his whole body.

Winston held him tighter and waited.

“It’s okay, Yujin. You’re okay. Breathe, you’re okay...”

He whispered it over and over, like a spell.

Slowly, Yujin’s gasping breaths began to calm.

Only then did Winston let some tension out of his shoulders.

He kissed Yujin’s hair gently, then asked, as softly as possible:

“Did something happen? Why are you so scared? It’s okay, tell me.”

Yujin didn’t answer right away.

What would happen if he said it?

Would Winston get angry too?

Like Lady Campbell?

The memory of her hand slamming into his face, over and over—his back ran cold.

If Winston looked at him like that... he couldn’t bear it.

Tears welled in his eyes again.

Seeing Yujin so terrified, Winston felt dread gnaw at his chest. What happened that left him like this?

“Please, Yujin. If you trust me... talk to me.”

But Yujin still couldn’t speak.

Winston kept holding him.

“Whatever it is, I won’t blame you. I promise. Be honest. Tell me. There’s something you want to say, right?”

A strangled sound escaped Yujin’s throat.

He was terrified. But Winston was his only hope.

And if even Winston turned away...

“Really... really? You won’t get mad at me...?”

His voice was tight, trembling with tears.

Winston nodded, kissing his cheek, his neck.

He could faintly smell pheromones on Yujin now—but he shoved his own excitement down, answering firmly.

“Of course. I swear. No matter what it is, I won’t betray you.

If you care about me, trust me.”

Yujin swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

The tears that had been clinging to his lashes finally fell.

“Harold... he...”

Eyes still shut tight, his voice shook.

“He does strange things to me...”