A Bittersweet Divorce Story Set Off by a Forced Kiss

Not entering paid serialization and not aiming for rankings. Writing this for myself, to give myself something to read. Young top, intersex strong bottom, free story.

Fu Hanyan has always been a proud and aloof man, the high-and-mighty head of the Fu family. He has held power since childhood and always gets his way.

But his body means he can never have a lover, or even children.

He is an intersex person with a physical deformity.

When he was twenty, he adopted an orphaned boy from a collateral branch of the Fu family. The boy was seven. Looking up at him, he timidly clutched his clothes and said, "...Father."

The boy had amber eyes. When he looked at you, it was as if you were his whole world.

Twenty-year-old Fu Hanyan kept a cold face as he clumsily learned to cook and care for a child. He repeatedly studied recipes for dishes the boy wouldn't be picky about, wiped crumbs from his lips, held him as he fell asleep, and listened to him murmur, "...I love Father most."

He lowered his eyes and thought, What a troublesome kid.

They depended on each other for many years.

When did things change?

Was it when the boy, brimming with youthful energy, raced across the finish line of a 3,000-meter run, sunlight falling over him as he threw himself into Fu Hanyan's arms? His dazzling, passionate smile was bright and carefree as the morning sun. "Father! I came in first!"

Was it on the boy's birthday, when he drank fruit wine and fell asleep leaning against Fu Hanyan's shoulder? "Father, you smell so good..."

Was it when he curled up on the sofa, waiting for Fu Hanyan to come home so they could fall asleep together? Fu Hanyan would coldly loosen his tie and tell him not to wait up again, but the boy would only hold him and murmur softly, "...I want to sleep with Father."

His heart softened completely.

Or was it when the boy fell asleep at his desk while studying? His eyelashes were so long. Fu Hanyan set down a glass of milk, lowered his eyes to those lashes, and trembled as he pressed a kiss to them.

Fu Hanyan froze.

He was a disgusting bastard who coveted his own adopted son.

Every little thing had given rise to his dark, disgusting thoughts. Fu Hanyan avoided him and treated him coldly, distant and aloof, proud and dignified, terrified that the boy would discover his dark, disgusting desire for him.

He said coolly, "Fu Yu, stay away from me."

His trembling fingertips brushed past the hurt in the boy's eyes.

They became strangers, awkward, stiff, and distant.

But Fu Hanyan was always stealing glances at him.

--

Fu Yu hated his father.

His father used to hold him all the time, comfort him, and promise he would never leave him. He used to hold him so tightly. So why was he so distant now?

Fu Yu took one step toward him, and he retreated ten.

Fu Hanyan hated him.

So Fu Yu hated him for being indifferent, cold, arrogant, and high above everyone else.

He hated him for not loving him.

--

When Fu Yu was nineteen and Fu Hanyan was thirty-two, Fu Yu discovered his father's secret.

His father secretly masturbated. He was a person with a physical deformity.

The boy's secret love twisted into hatred. He would drug his father's drinks with sleeping pills, then sneak in at night and watch with cold eyes as his father found pleasure at his fingertips.

--How disgusting, Father.

--

When Fu Yu was nineteen and Fu Hanyan was thirty-two, Fu Hanyan seemed to discover his adopted son's secret.

Fu Hanyan was always collecting things his adopted son had touched, smelling them or biting down on them... Carefully, he would masturbate.

One time, as the marks on his body grew increasingly obvious, Fu Hanyan discovered his adopted son's secret.

The boy would sneak into his room and toy with his body, quietly cursing him. Father, you're so disgusting.

Yet he would always kiss him until he was breathless, tears running down his face.

--

When Fu Hanyan was thirty-two and Fu Yu was nineteen, Fu Hanyan deliberately pretended to be asleep and took the initiative to embrace his adopted son.

For once, he saw shock and disbelief on his adopted son's handsome face, usually so obedient and humble.

Fu Hanyan's chest was surging with a tide of emotion, so sharp and bitter it nearly drowned him. Trembling, he lowered his head and kissed his adopted son.

The little wolf cub froze.

Then he trembled and cried in Fu Hanyan's arms, biting down on his neck as he said,

"...So you love me too."

His voice was muffled, his tears clinging to his cheeks. He spoke again, hoarse and quiet.

"Don't leave me again... Father."

--

They spent three years wrapped up in each other. Adoptive father and adopted son, with a thirteen-year age gap. Fu Hanyan even gave birth to their child. Every day was so sweet it felt like a dream.

That year, Fu Hanyan was thirty-five, and Fu Yu was twenty-two.

His father was distant and aloof toward everyone else, proud, indifferent, and cold. Only with him was he gentle and doting. He might look cold as ice, but the moment Fu Yu acted a little vulnerable or coquettish, those usually indifferent eyes would grow misty, and even his fingertips would tremble.

Fu Yu had been spoiled by him so much, yet he still secretly felt insecure about their age gap. Late at night, when Fu Hanyan was asleep, he would gently touch his brow with his fingertips, as if checking that it wasn't a dream.

...Fool.

Stop doubting my love for you.

--

His dazzling young husband, twenty-two years old.

His waist showed as he moved. His smile was bright as the morning sun, and the tips of his teeth would peek out when he laughed.

His husband was his most precious treasure for all his life.

The boy would always run passionately toward him.

Just as he had when Fu Hanyan first adopted him and he said softly, "Father, don't leave me."

And again when he was nineteen, afraid of Fu Hanyan's avoidance, crying as he said, "Father, don't leave me."

His dazzling husband, his passionate husband.

His... Fu Yu.

--

But someone else's pursuit was passionate too. A boy his own age pursued him eagerly and passionately. He had a family background as prestigious as the Fu family's, a handsome face, and an uninhibited personality. He would openly declare his love.

Lu Lin held a glass of champagne, the corners of his mouth lifting in a confident smile.

"Seven years ago, when you smiled at me, I knew I wanted you for the rest of my life!"

He deliberately raised his voice so everyone nearby could hear.

"Fu Yu, I'll keep pursuing you!"

"Besides... you'll get tired of an old man eventually."

--The whole room fell silent.

Fu Yu fought him and beat him so badly he ended up in the ICU. Fu Yu staggered home, and Fu Hanyan kissed him as he tended to his wounds.

He thought indifferently, The Lu family is old too. They won't last much longer.

--

But Fu Hanyan was reserved, and he really was old, just as he had said.

The man in the mirror was still tall and handsome, with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His cool, pale skin gave him an air of pride and chill.

But white hairs sometimes showed in his hair, and faint lines had appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Thirteen years.

That was the age gap between him and his husband.

--

That kiss came out of nowhere.

After being discharged from the hospital, Young Master Lu continued to act brazenly and pursue Fu Yu passionately. He wouldn't go away, and Fu Yu couldn't get rid of him. Then Fu Hanyan saw them.

Lu Lin had Fu Yu pinned in a corner, kissing him.

Fu Hanyan watched, then turned and walked away. His footsteps were so light, it was as if he had never been there.

That passionate pursuit and love were the complete opposite of him.

Would Fu Yu's heart flutter for a moment?

Would he... dislike Fu Hanyan for being too old, too cold and harsh in temperament?

Fu Hanyan rubbed the white hair that had appeared overnight between his fingertips. He stood frozen for a long time, then tremblingly cut off every way his husband could contact him.

The gap between them was simply too great, an unbridgeable chasm.

--

He didn't listen to Fu Yu's explanations or read his messages.

He was afraid--

Then the boy knelt outside his door in the rainy night, crying and pleading again and again for him to open it.

"...Father, please open the door."

He begged all night and cried all night, but the door never opened.

Fu Hanyan leaned against the door, biting his canine teeth into the base of his thumb until he tasted blood. His whole body trembled.

He didn't dare open the door, afraid that if he did--

His husband would say he was leaving with Young Master Lu.

He would say, Let's separate.

He would say that his heart had fluttered for someone else.

He would say...

Was his young husband's love for him just a misplaced attachment, born from having Fu Hanyan by his side from childhood? Had Fu Hanyan seduced his adopted son with this body? Had his husband ever been with a normal person, instead of an adoptive father, a man thirteen years older who had bewitched him into loving him?

He was afraid the boy would get tired of him.

He thought that man was better than him, closer in age, young and passionate, without a thirteen-year chasm between them.

--

When Fu Yu realized Fu Hanyan had cut off every way to contact him, he froze. He let go of Young Master Lu, whom he'd been beating half to death, and only then noticed on the security footage that Fu Hanyan had seen them kiss.

He rushed home like a madman. The door was locked. He carefully knelt outside it, the rain painfully cold against his skin, and begged again and again for Fu Hanyan to open the door.

There was nothing but dead silence.

Fu Yu rested his head against the door, drenched in rain, pale and freezing cold. He trembled, dazed, and only began to understand after a whole night had passed.

--Father doesn't want me anymore.

But Father had clearly said that he was his one and only treasure, and that he would love him forever.

He had promised not to leave him.

And now Father had abandoned him again.

Just as when Fu Yu was little, when he had inexplicably felt his father's coldness and distance, and heard those utterly cold words: "Fu Yu, stay away from me."

Back then, the boy had looked up in a daze and carefully tucked away every gesture of affection he'd offered.

...Father was a liar.

He knew perfectly well that Fu Yu was most afraid of being abandoned.

Fu Yu had been afraid of being cast aside his whole life, and in the end, he was abandoned anyway.

--

Fu Hanyan was always running away.

When he realized he was in love with his adopted son, he ran away completely. If it hadn't been for Fu Yu, he would never have spoken of his feelings in his entire life.

When he saw his husband kiss someone else, he ran away again. But this time, the Fu Yu who had once coaxed him into saying he loved him was the one he'd abandoned. Without his husband, who could coax him into saying he loved someone?

...Could he do it himself?

--

This is a story about a sweet couple getting divorced, but they only separate for a month, so there's just one month of angst. It's a short story, a sweet-and-sour treat. After the top leaves, the bottom sulks for a day or two before immediately chasing his husband like crazy. He slowly shifts from, "Love is restraint, yielding, and watching over him. He's worthy of someone better. I'll always stay by his side [big cat clenching his fists as he trembles and endures.JPG]," to, "Love is taking, fighting, and absolute possessiveness. Damn it, that's my son. I'll kill anyone who tries to steal him."

Aloof, proud, and cold toward others, but gentle and doting toward the person he loves. A self-conscious, sensitive, fragile, melodramatic older CEO bottom, an adoptive father made insecure by their age gap. Pale, cool-toned skin, aloof, high-status, and a strong bottom with a nurturing side.

The top looks bright as the sun, but is actually a crazy, obsessive, cruel, extremely love-starved contrast-loving dom. A pathetic puppy, desperately and utterly starved for love, sensitive enough to cry against his father's chest, but able to fuck his father.

As always, a love-starved young top gets deeply loved.

The bottom dotes on the top, and the top loves the bottom. Both are each other's first. The top has been kissed by a cannon-fodder character. The bottom usually spoils the top, but when it comes to important matters, he becomes insecure because of their age gap. Their three years of marriage are very sweet, but the bottom's old habit of running away and acting like a coward when things happen, secretly in love but unable to speak up and only able to avoid the top, remains unresolved.

After the separation, the bottom changes from a deeply devoted, restrained lover into a mad dog who takes what he wants by force. Half bittersweet, half sweet. The bottom gives birth to a daughter.

The top is about 186 cm tall, and the bottom about 189 cm.

Warning: Both the top and bottom are ridiculously melodramatic. Extremely melodramatic.

Theme: Bittersweet