RB 109

“Damn, it smells like shit.”

Eunho muttered, lying on the bed. How was he supposed to live here? The pillow, the blanket, everything smelled like Choi Yeorok, making him feel watched even when he wasn’t there.

He quickly got up and walked to the window. He parted the curtains and secretly scanned the scenery outside. He saw bodyguards stationed around the mansion. Hours had passed, but nothing had changed since he first saw them. There was no way out.

Eunho exhaled his frustration and kicked the innocent curtains. He flopped back into bed, but his anger kept sleep away. He finally got up, opened the door, and left.

“….”

He hadn’t made much noise, but Choi Yeorok sensed it as if he were a ghost and followed him into the hallway. A dim light shone brightly behind him, as if he’d been in the study the whole time.

“Where are you going?”

“First floor. To drink.”

“Go inside. I’ll bring it to you.”

Yeorok opened the door to his personal study. He offered to bring him some alcohol, which seemed out of place. His every action was impure and suspicious. Eunho glared at him.

“They say when a person does something they’ve never done before, it means they’re about to die.”

“Stop talking nonsense and go inside.”

He gave a simple nod. There was nothing he could do. Eunho stepped over the threshold, seemingly too lazy to even talk.

“…”

He quietly looked around Yeorok’s personal study. A long time ago, he’d gotten in trouble for coming in here.

Choi Yeorok hated anyone stepping into his personal space without permission. It wasn’t just the study, he’d never been happy about him even coming to the mansion. Yet now he was desperate to keep him locked inside, like he could only relax when Eunho was right beside him.

“Crazy bastard.”

Eunho blurted out the first thing that came to mind. Objectively, Choi Yeorok wasn’t normal right now. It seemed he should be the one receiving the psychiatric evaluation.

Eunho paced around the study. It had been so long since he’d been here, so it should have felt unfamiliar, but why did this space feel so familiar? He absentmindedly ran a hand over the back of the sofa. The smooth leather felt soft against his palm.

“…….”

It felt strange. Eunho quickly removed his hand and shook off the lingering discomfort. He walked towards the desk. True to his owner’s personality, numerous documents were meticulously organized on the desk.

“…….”

Eunho held onto the edge of the desk and read the documents. They were all related to the inauguration ceremony. He must have finally become the chairman. It was a natural outcome. Choi Yeorok’s goal had always been to become the owner of Haegang.

“…….”

Honestly, the gap in his memory was a concern. Choi Yeorok’s change in attitude must have been due to something that had happened in the meantime, but he couldn’t quite remember it.

“Oh, I don’t know.”

Forcing himself to think about it gave him a headache. Eunho shook his head. What the hell was he supposed to know? The trust was over anyway, so there was no need to get involved with Choi Yeorok anymore. He just had to take care of his own.

The thought occurred to him, and he decided to look through the trust’s contents. He rummaged through Yeorok’s desk without permission. Careless hands scattered the meticulously aligned documents in a mess.

“What are you looking for?”

A low voice rang out just then. Yeorok had returned, leaning against the doorframe.

Eunho stared at him intently. He responded with a reassuring acknowledgment that he had done nothing wrong.

“The trust documents. Where are they?”

Yeorok set the wine and glasses down on the sofa table. He walked towards the desk. Instead of pointing out anything, he kindly found the relevant documents for him.

Their bodies were close. His arm brushed against his. As Yeorok’s face drew near enough for him to hear his breathing, Eunho froze. For some reason, he couldn’t move.

Choi Yeorok, however, focused solely on sorting through the jumbled documents Eunho had shuffled around. With a calm expression, he quickly found the ones he was looking for.

“Are you curious about your assets?”

Yeorok pulled out thick documents. He handed them to Eunho, looking intently at him.

“…”

They’d only met eyes, but he desperately wanted to run away.

Again… he’s looking at him like that again.

Eunho quickly snatched the documents and left the desk. Trying not to show his panic, he went to the sofa and sprawled out on the couch.

Yeorok sat across from him, tilting the wine bottle. Two glasses were filled with white wine. Eunho took his own glass. Naturally, they skipped the toast. They weren’t close enough to even drink together in the first place.

While he was leaning back on the sofa, sipping his wine, he kept getting glances from the person across from him. Choi Yeorok didn’t seem to have anything to say, but he was staring at him obsessively, as if he were some kind of snack.

This is so annoying.

Eunho sank deeper into the sofa. He tried to ignore the unwelcome attention and read the documents he’d brought.

“……”

Yeorok swallowed a sigh. He was drinking wine out of habit, but he couldn’t taste the alcohol at all. His eyes roved over Eunho. His messy bangs, his irritated face, his careless posture. He took in every little detail, not missing a single detail.

He wondered if there was still some trace of Sim Eunho somewhere.

He tried his best to remain rational, but the urge to touch and hug surged through him. The table between them was too much, and he could just get over it.

Yeorok clenched his fists, squeezing out what little patience he had left. He reminded himself repeatedly not to act rashly.

Just then, a loud beeping sounded from Eunho’s pocket. Eunho pulled out his phone. Yeorok had already installed a social media app on the latest model he’d given him as a gift. He tossed the documents he’d been reading aside and focused solely on the DM he’d just received. He chuckled and twiddled his thumbs.

Several short messages were exchanged. Eunho, seemingly annoyed by even that, quickly made a phone call. He lay sprawled on the sofa, clutching his phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. The gaze from the other side was still piercing, but Eunho paid Yeorok no attention.

“What? Are you bragging?”

–Oh, what’s going on? Choi Yoonho is calling me?

“I got pissed looking at the pics. Son Jinhyung. Are you having fun without me?”

The moment he heard him say “Son Jinhyung,” Yeorok clenched his jaw. His grip on his glass tightened.

Eunho glanced in that direction. Choi Yeorok’s reaction was absurd. He quietly poured his drink. The absurd scene made the wine smoothly slid down.

“Who showed up ?”

–Who do you think? Same old faces. Want to come?”

“Where are you?”

–We’re at Athena. We just got here. It’s fucking fun.

“Oh, really?”

Eunho straightened his back slightly. Then he gave Yeorok a look that bordered on protest. His intention was to let him out.

There was no way he’d listen. Yeorok kept his mouth shut, only glaring at him. A sigh escaped Eunho’s lips.

“This is annoying. I can’t leave. I’m trapped in the house.”

–Again?

“What do you mean ‘again’? I’m already in a shit mood, don’t piss me off more.”

The call hung up, and this time it was a video call. Eunho held his phone a comfortable distance away and stared at the screen. There was a spectacle unfolding inside. Yeorok could hear the loud laughter and chatter.

–Hey, what do you think of this guy? He’s boxing. He’s in great shape.

Son Jinhyung aimed the camera at someone. Eunho took a sip of his wine as he stared at the screen.

“Not bad.”

–His dick is fucking huge.

“How huge? Show me.”

The usual filthy noise continued. The image shook dizzily. Then, dark pubic hair and a massive shaft of flesh filled the screen.

“Fuck… I want to suck it so badly.”

Eunho’s eyes curved lecherously, finally having fun.

Crack-!

At that moment, an ominous cracking sound erupted from across the room.

Eunho glanced up. Yeorok had broken the glass he was holding.

Unable to withstand the excessive force, the wine glass shattered, leaving only an irregular shape. The wine inside it spilled out. Not only did the carpet get soaked, but a large piece of glass was embedded in Yeorok’s palm. Bright red blood dripped from the lacerated wound, soaking his wrist.

“…….”

Eunho scanned his thoughtful face and palm. It was hard to believe he’d even broken his wine glass. Was he really crazy? It was the first time in his life that he’d seen Choi Yeorok lose control of his actions.

“Wow… He’s acting all sorts of different ways.”

It was funny. Eunho laughed and stormed off. He picked up his glass and the rest of the wine, as if he didn’t care whether Choi Yeorok was out of his mind or not, and leisurely walked away.

“Just wait a few days. I’ll be leaving soon. And be sure to invite him then.”

–Oh, you liked him?

“Oh, I’ll definitely fuck him.”

Eunho left the study. Yeorok could hear footsteps receding through the open door.

Left alone in the mess, he lowered his head. Reality dawned on him. His existence meant nothing to Eunho anymore.

He couldn’t force Eunho to love him. He had to just watch until things got better. His heart grew uncontrollably impatient. The reality of not being able to do anything weighed heavily on his shoulders.

As he watched the blood dripping down his fingers, he couldn’t help but laugh. Had he ever felt so pitiful? Yeorok covered his pale face with his uninjured hand.