A Rabbit's Keepsake
Beom Tae-yoon stepped into the kitchen and stood beside Harin's mother. At his gentle voice, she smiled pleasantly and waved her hands in refusal.
“Oh my, help? It's fine. Go rest.”
“Then please call me if you need anything.”
As Tae-yoon headed toward the living room sofa, he glanced around the cozily decorated house. Harin's home overflowed with the same warm, comforting energy that defined Seol Harin herself.
That must be why she's so bright and free of any shadows.
Thinking of Harin, who had scampered upstairs to change her clothes, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. The thought of stepping into her room soon after made his lips curve even more. Just imagining the space thick with her sweet pheromones left his mouth dry.
That was when a small figure began stealing glances at him from a few steps away.
Just moments ago, the child had hidden behind his mother's leg, peeking out in fear of the unfamiliar Tae-yoon. Now he circled the living room hesitantly, as if debating whether to approach.
Those large, rolling eyes and cautious demeanor were exactly like his older sister's.
Tae-yoon let out a soft laugh at the sight of the tiny white rabbit tilting his head curiously. When he gently curved his eyes into a kind, friendly smile, the hesitant Ha-yoon slowly began to draw closer.
Like a predator patiently waiting for a timid prey animal to relax, Tae-yoon actively used his handsome face to prove he was harmless.
After quite some time, Ha-yoon finally reached right in front of him and suddenly thrust out his small fist, which had been clenched tightly.
“Hyung… do you want to eat this?”
On his palm, small as a maple leaf, sat a pink caramel wrapped in cheap packaging. Beom Tae-yoon stared down at the candy Ha-yoon offered.
“This is my favorite one!”
As if to emphasize how delicious it was, Ha-yoon stressed that it was his most treasured treat. His sparkling eyes looked up at Tae-yoon, unable to hide his pounding heart—would this big man in front of him like it too?
The hyung who was his sister's boyfriend was incredibly tall. He was the biggest person Ha-yoon had ever seen, and far more handsome than the celebrities his mom and sister watched on TV.
Most importantly, he somehow seemed incredibly cool. Ha-yoon's heart raced as if he were facing the powerful leopard he'd only seen on screen.
“Is this for me?”
At Tae-yoon's kind question, Ha-yoon nodded vigorously. His chubby cheeks, still carrying baby fat, twitched with delight.
“Thank you. I'll enjoy it.”
Tae-yoon smiled with curved eyes and picked up the tiny caramel. He skillfully peeled the wrapper and popped it into his mouth. Ha-yoon, who had been watching intently, broke into a bright grin and twisted his body shyly.
An artificial strawberry scent flooded his mouth. It was the cheap kind of sweetness that picky Tae-yoon would never normally prefer, but he kept his expression perfectly composed. Then he gently stroked Ha-yoon's small head, which was brimming with expectation.
“It's good. Is it really okay to give something you like this much to hyung?”
“Yeah. Because hyung is noona's boyfriend!”
“Smart kid.”
Beom Tae-yoon gave a satisfied smile to his future brother-in-law, who barely reached his thigh yet possessed such a sharp mind. Compared to the naive and oblivious Harin, her younger brother Ha-yoon was quite perceptive.
Of course, he shared that same adorably harmless face.
When Tae-yoon sat on the sofa, Ha-yoon wriggled up beside him. The awkward distance from earlier had vanished; with one caramel, they were apparently close enough now. The boy stuck right next to him and swung his short legs back and forth.
Maybe because he was still so young, the warmth of his body felt strangely comforting. As the youngest in his own family, Tae-yoon had never been around such a small child before, so it felt unfamiliar. From Ha-yoon's tiny palms and face came the soft, fluffy scent of a baby.
“Hyung. How tall are you?”
“Me? Hmm… about 188.9 centimeters, I think…”
Tae-yoon furrowed his brow slightly as he recalled the most recent measurement. The precise number made Ha-yoon's eyes widen into perfect circles.
“Whoa. That big? You're even taller than my dad!”
Excited, Ha-yoon's legs swung even faster.
“Hyung. Then are you the strongest?”
Those sparkling eyes looked exactly like his sister's, and it was utterly adorable. Tae-yoon let out a soft chuckle without thinking.
“Yeah.”
“Wow! Then are you a leopard, hyung?”
“…What?”
Tae-yoon's relaxed brow twitched faintly. Ha-yoon delivered the final blow with an innocent face.
“Noona said leopards are the strongest.”
Tae-yoon's firm smile nearly cracked. Where had this cheeky little rabbit gone around claiming that oversized cats were the strongest? She'd asked him the same thing last time. Tae-yoon mentally pondered how to discipline this rabbit as he forced the corners of his mouth upward.
“Looks like noona got it wrong. There's actually something way stronger than that.”
“Really? What is it?”
The legs swinging in the air stopped dead. Ha-yoon blinked as if he'd heard some great secret. Tae-yoon stroked the boy's small head with his large hand and whispered.
“How about you find out what it is before we meet next time?”
“Okay!”
Thinking it was an exciting quiz game, Ha-yoon nodded enthusiastically. Something even stronger than a sleek black leopard? His bottom wriggled with curiosity about its true identity.
Harin, now changed into comfortable clothes, walked into the living room. The moment Ha-yoon saw her, he jumped off the sofa and dashed over. When he crashed into her arms, Harin naturally stroked her brother's head.
“Noona. Noona, did you know?”
“Hmm? What?”
“Leopards aren't the strongest! Hyung said there's something even stronger.”
“…Is that so?”
Ha-yoon nodded solemnly, as if he'd learned something truly significant. Knowing something his sister didn't made his shoulders puff up with pride.
“Th-that's amazing.”
“Right?”
Harin awkwardly lifted the corners of her mouth. It was because Beom Tae-yoon, with his deep predator's eyes, was flashing a meaningful smirk. She swallowed dryly without realizing it.
With Ha-yoon sitting between them, the three lined up on the sofa, which quickly felt full. The moment his favorite transforming robot appeared on screen, Ha-yoon became completely absorbed.
“Harin.”
At the low call, Harin's shoulders flinched. Tae-yoon reached past Ha-yoon, his long arm extending as he slowly wound her hair around his fingers and released it, whispering.
“Want to show me your room?”
Harin swallowed again. Her room? It was nothing special, yet she felt unbearably embarrassed.
“There's… not much to see.”
Harin avoided his gaze and mumbled awkwardly. But under that intense stare, she eventually nodded and stood up.
By then, Ha-yoon was fully engrossed in the cartoon, as if he might get sucked into the screen. After glancing at him, she slowly headed to her room. The large figure sticking close behind her made the back of her neck tingle for no reason.
“……This is it.”
Harin slowly opened the door and looked up at him. Beom Tae-yoon's eyes shimmered with deeper curiosity than usual. Harin followed nervously as he stepped inside. She was so glad she'd cleaned it yesterday.
Compared to Tae-yoon's house, the bed scattered with dolls looked a bit messy, though.
“Um… Tae-yoon?”
Harin tilted her head at Tae-yoon, who had suddenly stopped in place.
Instead of answering, he covered his mouth with the back of his hand. A scorching heat pooled in his lower abdomen in an instant. It was because the entire room was saturated with Harin's pheromones.
Instinctively, saliva filled his mouth. His thick Adam's apple bobbed noticeably.
“What's wrong? Are you sick?”
Seeing Tae-yoon standing rigidly with flushed cheeks—unlike his usual self—Harin approached with a puzzled look. With a worried voice, she stood on her tiptoes and placed her hand on his forehead.
Tae-yoon's large body flinched visibly. The cool, dainty touch of her palm on his forehead made his Adam's apple roll heavily once more. He wanted to bury his face in that pale, slender neck right then and there. Even though it wasn't his heat, he felt like he was burning up.
Gathering every last ounce of his remaining patience, Tae-yoon snatched Harin's hand and brought it to his mouth. Suppressing the urge to nibble on that soft skin as he'd wanted to do for a while, he instead pushed her slender fingers into his mouth.
“…T-Tae-yoon?”
Startled by the sudden action, Harin blinked and trembled. Her gaze was helplessly drawn to the red tongue that slowly sucked on her finger.
“W-wait… ngh…”
When his tongue dug between her fingers and licked them with thick, deliberate strokes, a suppressed moan escaped Harin's lips. The hot, wet membrane blatantly licking and sucking her delicate skin sent electric shivers racing up her spine. It felt as if he might devour her whole, starting from her fingers.
Flustered, Harin tried to pull her hand away, but the large grip around her slender wrist didn't budge. Instead, the predator's deeply darkened eyes stared at her intently as he took her finger even deeper.
Slurp. Suck. The blatant wet sounds echoed in the small room, and Harin's face burned bright red. He'd only sucked on her finger, yet it felt so strange. It was as if she were being eaten alive by him.
Finally, Tae-yoon held her trembling hand and slowly pressed his lips to the saliva-glistening fingers. Chu. Smack. After scattering several loud, light kisses across the back of her hand and each knuckle, he pulled back with a composed face, as if the beastly behavior had never happened.
Acting as though nothing had occurred, Tae-yoon began calmly looking around the room. Only Harin's face remained flushed. She tried to steady her quickened breathing and watched tensely wherever his gaze landed.
“There's… nothing interesting.”
“Why? It's interesting.”
Harin rubbed her burning cheeks and spoke in a tiny voice. Yet Beom Tae-yoon examined the items on her desk with such serious eyes that it was hard to believe he was the same man who had lewdly sucked her fingers moments ago.
The notebook filled with Harin's round, adorable handwriting. The ballpoint pen she must have gripped tightly in her small hand. He studied them meticulously, as if they were rare treasures, then picked up the picture frame on the desk.
She must have been about six. Chubby-cheeked Harin was smiling with her eyes crinkled in delight. In her tiny hands was a snow-white rabbit doll. It almost seemed like her bright laughter could be heard right by his ear.
“You were born for it.”
“W-what?”
“Being cute.”
Saying something so cringeworthy with a straight face. Harin blushed and squirmed. The sight overlapped so perfectly with six-year-old Ha-yoon on the sofa that Tae-yoon let out a faint laugh.
After scanning the room for a long time, his gaze finally settled on the bed. More precisely, on the white rabbit doll sprawled carelessly there. The very one little Harin had been clutching in the photo.
In that instant, a dark gleam flashed in the languid predator's eyes.
“Give me this.”
“H-huh?”
At the abrupt words, Harin let out a dazed sound. She couldn't quite process what she'd just heard.
Beom Tae-yoon lifted the white rabbit doll with his large hand and shook it gently. It looked exactly like the doll was being held hostage, so Harin unconsciously swallowed hard.
Right now… Tae-yoon had just asked for that doll?
She blinked in disbelief, simply staring, until Tae-yoon unhesitatingly buried his straight nose deep into the doll's white belly. After taking a long, deep breath, he spoke in a lazy voice.
“Hmm? Can't I?”
“…Th-that… it's… it's my comfort doll.”
It was the doll she'd hugged while sleeping since she was little. Even when she couldn't hold back her anger, it had endured all her fluffy little punches.
Harin's eyes wavered helplessly, as if she stood at a life-or-death crossroads. The conflict only grew worse seeing Beom Tae-yoon's sparkling eyes. This was the first time she'd seen him desire something.
“Hmm? I'll take good care of it.”
With a low, sweet whisper, Tae-yoon pressed his lips firmly against the doll's perky rabbit ear. He didn't forget to smile brightly, eyes curving into crescents.
Harin's heart began to race uncontrollably. She couldn't tell if he meant he'd cherish the worn-out doll or her, but her heart had been fluttering since earlier.
Ah… I shouldn't… it's m-my doll.
By the time she realized she was nodding, her beloved comfort doll had already been perfectly captured in Beom Tae-yoon's grasp.
With a soft click, the front door closed as Tae-yoon entered his house. Having just come from the lively chaos of Harin's home, the spacious house felt especially empty today.
After staring blankly around, Tae-yoon immediately lifted the item in his hand. It was the rabbit doll thoroughly imbued with Seol Harin's body scent and pheromones.
The doll with its large, innocent eyes and long drooping ears was just as adorable as Harin herself. He'd never once imagined he'd covet a ball of cotton like this, yet the trophy he'd practically stolen was incredibly satisfying.
Tae-yoon let out a small chuckle, recalling Harin's expression when he'd asked for the doll earlier.
Those blinking eyes that didn't know what to do, those red lips that fidgeted—everything about her had been so stimulating he wanted to devour them immediately. Staring at the doll in his hand with a devastated look, Harin had eventually nodded with a tearful face. He'd wanted to push her down on the bed right then, but Tae-yoon had suppressed the boiling desire with stronger patience than ever before.
Remembering the pheromones that had rushed at him in her small room made his throat dry again. His jaw still ached from pretending nothing was wrong.
The heat that had been simmering below hadn't subsided at all. Tae-yoon frowned as he glanced at the desk calendar.
His heat was still a long way off.
Yet his whole body burned with an eerie intensity, as if his veins might burst. His face twisted as he stared at the doll in his hand. His eyebrows twitched faintly.
“……”
Tae-yoon gazed at the innocent rabbit doll as if lost in deep conflict for a long time. The moment Harin's face overlapped with it, he finally gave in. He collapsed onto the sofa and yanked down his pants buckle.
The instant he pulled down his tightly stretched underwear, his heavily swollen cock sprang out like a spring. The tip was flushed dark red and fully engorged from how aroused he was, and clear precum dripped endlessly, making everything glisten.
“Ha.”
A self-mocking sigh slipped through his teeth. But his large hand wasted no time gripping the thick, throbbing shaft and stroking it up and down.
Slap, slap. The sound of flesh hitting flesh instantly filled the living room. Hot breath pressed down on the space along with the scorching air.
“Huu…”
Tae-yoon buried his face deep into the rabbit doll soaked with Harin's scent and panted. The sweet smell seeping into his lungs melted his reason without resistance. It almost felt like he was rubbing his cheek against Harin's soft skin.
Unable to endure the burning thirst, he took the fluffy ear into his mouth and chewed on it gently. Every time his large hand roughly gripped his cock, the thick veins running from his forearm to the back of his hand pulsed wildly.
“Haa…. Harin.”
With a rough breath, his firm lower abdomen tensed tightly. Tae-yoon pressed and rubbed the slit with his thumb. The hole on the verge of release twitched and spurted clear fluid.
“Kh.”
Along with a low groan that scraped his throat, hot, thick semen finally gushed out. His cock twitched uncontrollably several times, shooting out more. Before long, not only the large hand gripping the shaft but even the marble floor was stained with his release.
In the thick afterglow, Tae-yoon breathed harshly as he looked down at the doll glistening with his saliva.
The round, large black eyes stared back at him defenselessly. It looked exactly like an unknowing Harin gazing up at him, and fresh heat surged through him.
Spurt. Once more, the slit twitched and spat out the remaining milky fluid thickly.
“Huu……”
Tae-yoon leaned his head back against the sofa and let out a hot breath.
He hadn't brought it home for this.
Yet there was no sign of it calming down below. If anything, the clumsy release had only made it boil even more fiercely.
Tae-yoon's eyes shook faintly. He swallowed hard and looked at the rabbit doll. An inexplicable sense of guilt made his lips move on their own.
“…Sorry.”
Before the words even finished, his large hand gripped the rigid cock again and began stroking. Tae-yoon buried his face completely into the doll and took a deep breath.
Every time his hand moved faster, his hips jerked upward involuntarily. As Harin's sweet scent flooded deep into his lungs, saliva pooled in his mouth again.
For a long while, the wide living room was filled with nothing but scorching heat and the wet sounds of flesh slapping together.