025

JEON

Wooshik dabs the antiseptic on my chest wound, his hands shaking like a damn rookie. I hiss-

"Boss, I'm—sorry—it's just… still fresh—" he stammers, sweat dripping down his temple.

I grit my teeth. Towel hanging low around my hips. My cock? Still half-hard from earlier—from her, from the way she looked against me—

And now this idiot’s fumbling hands keep brushing against it as he tries to clean it.

I clench my teeth "Wooshik—If you touch it again, I’ll feed your fingers to the dogs."

He jerks back. "N-No boss! Won’t happen!"But we both know—he didn't do it on purpose.

But let him see. Let him suffer a little.

Because every sting on my chest? Every burn of medicine?It’s worth remembering how she felt—tight, broken, trembling around me...

How she called me a monster…

How she promised to kill me—fire and hate burning in her eyes, how she screamed my name like a curse, held my Lucas close like a mother should..Worth every damn drop of my blood.

Wooshik diligently works, tending the open wound on my chest. His fingers work with gentle precision, applying the antibiotic with care. "Boss… this might sting," he mutters, voice tight.

I grunt—jaw clenched, eyes half-lidded.The towel around my waist does nothing to hide the truth. My cock twitches under—

"B-Boss, stop fidgeting—" Wooshik says nervously "You’re worse than a kid."

I snap my gaze to him. "Keep talking and you'd stitched shut instead."

He shuts up immediately.

I don’t care about the pain—the blood—the wound which should’ve killed any normal man hours ago.

But all I feel is her imprint on me.

the knife in my chest,

her nails down my back,

the warmth of her wrapped around me—tight, wet, mine—

Even now, cum is still leaking from her walls… because I've filled her so deep, she could walk straight after it—

And she called me monster?

Good.

Let her hate me. Let her scream, stab, fight—Because every drop of blood,every slap,every tear—just binds her tighter to me...

"Boss who stabbed you like this?" Wooshik asks.

I take a slow sip of whiskey, burn runs down my throat matching the one in my chest. "My wife."

Wooshik freezes—Hand stiff on my wound, eyes wide like he’s heard wrong. "Mrs. Jeon—she- stabbed you?"

I grunt, taking a slow swig of whiskey, prop my legs on the table. The sting of the alcohol mixing with the dull ache of the wound.

"H-How she—"

"With a knife she hid under her bed" i tap above my heart "Right here!"  He gasps— "She Went deep. Like she wanted to feel it beat… before it stopped."

He gapes.

I lean back, spread my legs wide— cause my boy still twitching under this damn towel. Ugh.  My thigh muscles twitching from earlier—the wall fucking, her tight heat clenching around me like a vise.

"Boss..." Wooshik whispers "S‐she could’ve killed you."

I set the glass down, fingers trail over the fresh throbbing wound—the scar is right above my heart. "She didn't want to kill me"

"T-Then?"

A beat.

"She wanted me to feel it"

The room quiet except for the hum of distant city life beyond blacked-out windows.

"...Fuck." I mutter under my breath—

The pain stinging this time—but desire flaring hot and raw again just thinking about it: her holding that knife like she meant it… tears streaming… back arched against mine…

"You're bleeding" Wooshik murmurs. "Again"

Blood seeps through fresh bandages at his touch—not much—but enough. He unwraps it again.

I sigh-  just remembering how she looked. Pussy wet- so tight for me despite hating every second, nipples hard between me and my son, milk spraying when i squeezed— It makes something primal twist inside me again—hotter than before. My dick’s throbbing too—

Wooshik pales as working, like he’s seen death himself—and maybe he has. He's too busy worrying over this insignificant wound, while my body aches for her.

"But...why she does that?" He asks.

I take a pull of whiskey. It burns again, but it doesn't reach me. "Because I'm a monster" He stops—I lean back- she held that knife... looked at me like she wanted to erase me from this world? My cock stirs beneath the towel— "Felt like heaven"

Wooshik gapes. “Boss—you’re enjoying this?”

I take another sip, this Pain’s nothing.  But her hands on that knife? Tears streaming while Lucas fed between us? That fire in her eyes when she said she’d kill me—I shift—the towel slipping just enough—

Wooshik swallows hard “didn’t she hesitate?”

"No" Another sip of whiskey “She went straight for my heart” A beat—‐ "Exactly where it belongs"

He stares at me like I’ve lost it—which maybe I have.

Room quiet except for the drip-drip-drip of blood hitting porcelain below...

My eyes half-lidded with memory, Blood everywhere—on her face, her tits… our son covered in it and still feeding like an angel.

A shiver runs through—

She held my Lucas like a shield..and then plunged the knife in like a queen claiming her revenge. I hiss—

Wooshik dabs the wound hard "Boss… why didn’t you stop her?"

I sigh—close my eyes—the image flashing behind my lids, Her trembling hands. Tears cutting paths through blood on her cheeks. The way she screamed "One day I'll end you!"

And me?

I'll wait for that day Begging for more with every breath.I made her do it.

"Boss, you- i should call the doctor—" he stammers.

"No-" I wince, he dabs the alcohol right on the wound. "This is nothing."

He dabs again—hard this time. I hiss- grit my teeth.

"Sorry! Sorry—" he mutters, pushing his glasses up on his nose again. Idiot.

I take a slow breath—the alcohol burns through the wound—sharp, biting. The cold leather sticks to my sweaty back.

"I—boss, let's call the doct—"

"I SAID NO—She gave me this, let her consequences live on my skin."

He falls silent—dabs again—shaky hand— I hiss, back arching slightly against the cold leather.Sweat rolls down my temple, jaw clenches.

"Yeah… fuck—deeper" I hiss "Like she did. Don’t be gentle—I don’t want it clean"

“B-Boss—it could get infected—”

“So?” I snap my eyes open—"Let it fester a little. Let me remember every twist of that blade… every sob she choked on while stabbing her husband…"

He gulps- i grip the armrest hard....close my eyes—

Our son suckled between us like peace wasn't crumbling apart—

All i see is—her.

Blood on her lips.Milk on my chest.Lucas crying—or was he laughing?Her tits heaving with breath and tears,As the knife sank deep…

"Fucking hell—"

"S-sorry, boss…"

I open one eye slowly "You're not sorry-"  I take another sip—it burns its way down—

"But...why?" He murmurs "Why exactly would she stab you?"

I grunt "Why do you care?"

He flinches "I—I don’t, Boss— i.. Just… concerned for your health."

"You’re not concerned. You're curious."

"Ummm... Well—" he stammers, picks up another cotton, dabs the wound with more force this time. "Noone ever dares to put a finger on you."

I sigh- Yes, noone ever does, and thats make her my wife. She didn’t flinch. Not even with our son at her breast... she looked into my eyes—and plunged it in.

Other women beg for mercy. She gave me war—

silence stretches Peacefully.

"...Boss" wooshik whispers, press fresh cotton to the wound "You're smiling..."

I close my eyes... sneaky bastard.

"What did you do, boss?" he asks.

I crack one eye open—

He hesitates—filling a syringe, unsure.Clear liquid glinting under dim light "um… she wouldn’t just… stab you for nothing" he mumbles "You must’ve... done something."

I glare him "What are you trying to say?" I snap. He flinches—but doesn't back down. Rare for him.The syringe sinks into my skin, biting sharp.

Silence.

He looks away, nervous "Boss, i know… I just—"

"what the hell are you insinuating?" I ask "I didn't do anything. Not a goddamn thing!"

He avoids my stare "You—she's your wife, boss—" he stammers "There has to be something you did. Women aren't like that—"

"Watch your words, Wooshik—You're crossing a line"

"Yo—you should be soft with her, boss"

I grip my glass tight- does he also think i'm a monster?"What do you know about being soft with a woman, huh?" I snap.

He blinks, pales like a kicked puppy.... "I-I just—"

"Shut up! I am enough soft, Idiot."

He stares, dumbstruck—stunned, Lips parted. As if I'm some alien.

Room silent.

I lean back. Silent stretches— Moments passing but his big browm eyes—still wide, confused— fixed on me— I nudge him. Hard. Right on the crotch with my knee.

"Aaauupp!" He crumples on floor, clutching his junk, face red, twisted."B-Boss—why you do that—" He groans, rubbing his crotch.

I take a sip, He wheezes on the floor, tears pricking his eyes—noone don’t get to judge me. Noone don’t get to pity me. And sure as hell don’t tell me how to love my wife.

I take a slow sip. "She stabbed me not because I’m cruel… but because I’m hers—even in blood, even in hate, so be in your limit or next time, I’ll break more than your balls."

He nods fast—tears streaming.Good boy. Now crawl.

He whimpers on the floor, legs twitching.

I lean back- light one cigarette.

Silence again—except from his pained gasps...

I sip the whiskey- stare at the ceiling.

The wound burns in my skin- biting—But it feels so good, It’s her first real touch on me, My first gift from her, this mark is permanent now. I exhale slowly—Should I get her more weapons? Maybe… a gun next time. See if she aims for the heart… or takes me out completely—

The door creaks open- Jisun enters—"Wooshik!—Why are you on the floor?" He asks.

Wooshik groans pathetically—still curled up, clutching his ruined pride between his legs.

I take a slow drag—inhale hard.

"Boss, why he rolling like this?" Jisun asks..

"Ahhh-—" Wooshik writhing, clutching his crotch.

I take another sip. Another drag of smoke.

Jisun sighs, shaking his head and steps over Wooshik like trash.He hands me a fresh cloth for the wound without flinching. Loyalty looks good on him.

Smoke blowing out my lips, gray curls spiraling toward the ceiling like ghosts of my patience.

Jisun crouches down—helps Wooshik. "Wooshik, what happened?"

"Agh—" Wooshik whimpers, still clutching his crotch, "B-boss hit on my thing--"

Jisun gasps "What? Why?"

"Dunno-" he groans, face pale, sweat-slick with pain "I—I just said he should be softer with his wife… and then—BAM! Agh- Like a devil!" clutching himself pathetically.

Jisun glances up at me.

I take another drag, smoke curling in air. He looks down— smoke spirals in the lamplit room with two jokers on floor.

Their voices buzz at my feet—low, panicked, confused.

"Boss wouldn’t just hit you for nothing!"Jisun rasps. "What did you do?!"

"I—I asked why she stabbed him—and said maybe he should be softer with her—" Wooshik whimpers.

Yeah. that’s the crime.

I crush the cigarette into the ashtray—--Jisun fussing over Wooshik like worried mother, on the floor.

"What were you thinking, Wooshik?" Jisun hisses "Why would you provoke the boss?"

Wooshik winces. "I didn't mean to— I just—"

"You just what? Decided to give the world's most powerful mafia boss a advice?"

Wooshik winces, clutching harder. "No—it's not like that—"

"Then what is it like, Wooshik?"

"It wasn't intentional—I just—I just wanted to-"

"You wanted to be an idiot, that's what!" Jisun fumes. "You know what he's capable of."

Wooshik swallows. "I—I thought he'd take it lightly—"

Jisun stares at him, aghast. "Take it lightly? He's the boss! You can't joke with him like some buddy—"

"Hey! You don't have to be so mean—"

"I'm not being mean, I'm just being honest. You need to learn when to keep your mouth shut."

Wooshik sulks, still cradling his injury. "This really hurts..."

Jisun sighs, "Where does it hurt?"

Wooshik grimaces, "The... the tip."

Jisun rolls his eyes. "Of course it's the tip. You idiot."

Wooshik winces,  "It really hurts, man…"

I scoff— smoke curls from the ashtray, the sight of these two clowns are amusing.

Jisun squats closer "Let me see"

"Wha—no! Jisun—man, not like this!"

Jisun rolls his eyes. "Don’t be a baby. Let me see how bad it is."

I lean back, watching through half-lidded eyes — whiskey warm in my hand.

"...Oh for fuck’s sake"  Jisun grabs his wrist without warning and yanks it away from his crotch. Wooshik groans.

"Nothing’s leaking out. You’re fine"

"But—It feels broken!"

"Yeah? Then stop being an idiot next time." Jisun shoves him lightly— wooshik whines. I light up a cigarette.

Jisun inspects with the detached focus of a battlefield medic and pokes—

"AUUUGHHH!!" Wooshik howls, curling into himself again.

"Tsk" Jisun stands. "You’ll live, suffering’s good for your attitude."

I flick ash on the floor "Next time if he forgets his place…You hand me a bat."

Jisun bows slightly "Yes, boss." Then helps Wooshik to stand up—who's limping, face red, doesn’t look at me.

Wooshik stands beside Jisun looking miserable."Boss... can I leave now? My thing's hurting... I think it's broken" he moans, massaging his crotch.

I stare at his dumb face.Silence stretches heavy-

"What were you saying then, Wooshik?" I ask.

He frowns "When?"

Oh fuck sake-this dumbass. I take another drag. "What. Were. You. Saying... About me being—more soft?"

His eyes widen, He gulps and look down at his feet. "No no boss, I was just... I was just saying... You're the most humble person ever"  He fidgeting.

Jisun stares him with wide eyes.

I take a slow drag— watching Wooshik sweats and mumbling "The gentlest… most loving husband alive…And—I-I think any wife would be lucky to stab you—no, not stab—"

Jisun snorts "Boss-and-humble? Nice joke." I glance at him- He shuts his mouth and look down. Smart boy.

Meanwhile, Wooshik’s panic spirals.“N-no! I mean—Boss is—uh—he’s gentle! Like… like a dove! A scary… bloody dove—but still! And he listens to people! Sometimes—” He babbles faster like an idiot.  “Y-you let me finish talking earlier—even while bleeding—and that shows deep emotional maturity and uh—conflict resolution skills—”

Jesus Christ.

Jisun pinches the bridge of his nose.

I take another drag.

Wooshik digs a deeper grave for himself. "You're the greatest boss ever! The… the most understanding, caring and i—"

"Wooshik!"

He stops. Gulps.

Silence—except the slow burn of my cigarette.

"What were you telling then?"

A beat.

He clears his throat "I...I.. was saying that… you should be soft with her…" He lifts his eyes "You know—like a lover"

My heart skips.

Lover.

Me as a Lover?

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