Todos los capítulos de The SS-Class Perfect Battery: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Dropped it? Haneul couldn't recall losing anything important lately.Looking down at what Yuhwan was offering with a deeply puzzled expression, his eyes widened slightly."Oh? A business card?"It was the glittering golden card with Cho Ki-bum’s name clearly engraved on it. The moment Haneul recognized it, he shrugged his shoulders without a single shred of regret."I don't need this.""What?"Yuhwan’s dark eyes shook violently in an instant. Looking completely caught off guard by the unexpected reaction, he blinked with a thoroughly dazed expression. Fearing Yuhwan might misinterpret the situation, Haneul quickly stretched his hand forward."Sorry. It looks like I accidentally made you clean up my trash. Give it here, I’ll throw it away."To Haneul, who was living under a strict expiration date, Cho Ki-bum’s blatant flirting was nothing more than meaningless noise, lighter than a speck of dust. Just holding the massive presence of Yuhwan inside his heart was already enough to complete

Haneul Jang twisted his lips, finding Kyeong-ho Yoo’s words too absurd to even warrant a response. Unbothered by the silence, Kyeong-ho continued to ramble."Hey, are you seriously looking out for your pitcher right now? This is the opportunity of a lifetime for you, but even now, tsk, you're only worried about Yuhwan. Forget it."Kyeong-ho let out a disbelieving chuckle, leaving Haneul to keep his mouth shut. He only now registered that he had blurted out a statement anyone could easily misinterpret as a full-blown confession of love. An instinct that prioritized the pitcher's well-being over his own future—this was a battery's destiny, deeper than love and more vicious than obsession.The game ended in a 5-4 victory for the freshman team, raising the atmosphere of the welcoming party to a fever pitch.Haneul and Woo-hyun Choi climbed into Yuhwan’s SUV. Tension flooded the knuckles of Yuhwan’s hand gripping the steering wheel as he stole glances at Haneul’s profile reflected in the wi

"Yuhwan, wait. It’s a good day, so let’s just enjoy it a little longer."Haneul was simply in high spirits, happy with Yuhwan’s hand holding his and the elevated mood of the seniors. Inside the restaurant, the exhilarating thrill of victory and the sharp aroma of soju filled the air, but amidst the lively scenery, Yuhwan alone remained in a dangerously low mood, maintaining his usual cold, domineering posture."You're tired, right? Don't worry. I'll be your black knight tonight."Haneul assumed Yuhwan was just sensitive from fatigue. No matter how monstrous his stamina, today's game must have taken a toll."What? You're going to drink more?""Just a little bit."Haneul offered a soft, hazy smile, completely oblivious to Yuhwan's sharp gaze. To sit side by side and share a drink—recalling the tragic end of their past life, this fleeting peace felt as sweet and dangerous as a poisoned chalice.Seo-jung Woo watched them with keen interest, smoothly sliding a mixed bomb shot forward. "Han

Yuhwan drove at breakneck speed from the S-University entrance straight to Gangnam. Deeply buried in the passenger seat, Haneul Jang looked as peacefully angelic as a sleeping child, his breath exhaling a faint minty aroma that densely filled the cramped cabin.Waiting for a traffic light, Yuhwan silently traced the curled silhouette of the youth. How such a slender frame endured the brutal catcher's mask was a complete mystery.With an appearance better suited for a nimble shortstop, his skin was translucent enough to reveal the faint blue veins beneath.Staring at that pale, fragile nape of his neck, a bizarre thirst flared within Yuhwan—a vicious sadism masquerading as a protective instinct, a dark urge to lock him away in his embrace and crush him before anyone else could touch him.Arriving at his Gangnam penthouse—a luxury high-rise he completely owned—Yuhwan roughly parked the car in the private garage and scooped Haneul into his arms. The waist trapped in his grip felt ridicul

Haneul Jang was completely out of his mind, thoroughly consumed by a cocktail of heavy intoxication and sheer exhaustion. He hazily wondered if it was truly alright to confess such a raw desire to Yuhwan—to look him in the eye and beg to be loved.But what did it matter? This wasn't reality anyway. In the waking world, Yuhwan was constantly frowning, always treating him with cold, high-handed arrogance, but this was a dream. Haneul desperately wanted to drag his rotting, ruined inner feelings into the open and submerge them within the man's comforting warmth.Slowly shifting his heavy weight, Haneul took a deliberate step closer to Yuhwan."What… what do you think you're doing?" Yuhwan stammered.He didn't pull away, nor did he push the youth back. Yet, while he didn't wrap his arms around him either, his voice betrayed a profound, breathless panic that he couldn't quite mask.Haneul slowly reached out, looping his arms securely around Yuhwan’s neck. He took a sharp, ragged breath, pr