RB 110

‘Chairman.’

That sweet voice was unmistakably his. At the same time, hot lips enveloped him. The man’s arms wrapped around his body, firm and strong.

Eunho frantically sucked on the tongue that had entered his mouth. His heart felt like it was going to explode. It wasn’t just the act. Just being with this person made him feel full.

“Say you like me.”

The voice urging him to confess was equally excited. It demanded he open his heart. Long, straight fingers slid into his hole.

Eunho grunted and buried his forehead in the nape of his neck. A familiar scent emanated from the person’s bare skin. With each deep breath, a refreshing scent filled his lungs.

Eunho trembled slightly. The distinct presence of the person stimulating him fueled his excitement.

“I like… ngh… I like…”

“Is it me you like, or is it the sex?”

“Ah! Hurry… hurry.”

“Don’t you have the presence of mind to answer?”

A seductive voice filled his eardrums. Eunho tightly hugged the person’s shoulders. The shirt crumpled messily in his hands, and the moment a scorching cock thrust deep into him, his eyes snapped open.

“Hah! Huh, ha.”

Eunho opened his eyes and gasped. It was clearly a dream, but his entire body felt as if he had actually had sex.

Even the contents of the dream were vivid. It was undoubtedly Choi Yeorok. In the dream, he was sharing sweet, intimate moments with Yeorok, kissing him, their bare skins touching.

“…Ugh.”

Nausea welled up in his stomach. The mere thought of it was disgusting. Eunho sat up straight and retched several times. All that came out was thin saliva. Only after the nausea subsided did Eunho rub his flushed face.

I’ve lost my fucking mind… Seriously. Having such a shitty dream.

The mixture of disgust and excitement made him feel dizzy. The feeling was indescribably filthy. Eunho grimaced and pulled his legs out of the bed.

Since entering the bedroom from Choi Yeorok’s study yesterday, he’d been on a video call with Son Jinhyung. As usual, they exchanged dirty and profane words, and with the obscene sights Son Jinhyung showed him, Eunho downed an entire bottle of wine. Afterwards, he fell asleep right away, but out of nowhere, he dreamed of having sex with Choi Yeorok.

Perhaps the sleeping arrangements were to blame. The same scent he’d inhaled in his dreams was wafting up from the bed. This was clearly the cause. Fuck, this is the worst kind of dream. Eunho clutched his head and held his breath quietly.

“…….”

He tried not to think about it, but the afterimages of his dream resurfaced. The Choi Yeorok who’d caressed him and kissed him repeatedly was nothing like the real man. It was unbelievable… he couldn’t forget the look in his eyes from his dream. It was the same look that always puzzled Eunho.

“…What the hell is this?”

The uneasy feeling wouldn’t go away. Eunho clutched his hair. Dreams were supposed to fade quickly, but he couldn’t understand why it was etched in his mind like a real memory.

Just then, his phone rang. The caller was the genetic lab he’d previously entrusted with the task. He answered the call, and they said the test results were back.

–Would you like to come pick it up in person? Or would you like me to mail it to you?

“Please send it by courier. Right now.”

Eunho quickly jumped out of bed. After ending the call, he hurried to the bathroom. Every time he walked, his slightly erect penis twitched.

This was simply a physiological reaction. It had nothing to do with his wild dreams.

After a quick shower, he left the mansion. As soon as Eunho stepped out into the garden, the bodyguards’ eyes were drawn to him. They all went into high-security mode.

Somehow, their numbers seemed to have increased. Five men were blocking the front gate, and at two-meter intervals, men in suits stood guard in front of the high wall.

Choi Yeorok had left the house for a while. So this was what they did the second he was left alone? As if he could ever climb over that massive wall. The more he looked, the more ridiculous it seemed.

As he approached the gate, the bodyguards stretched out their arms and blocked his path.

“You’re not allowed to go out.”

“Fuck off.”

Eunho scoffed. Only an idiot would waste energy on something this pointless. He simply stood there, cross-legged, his posture arrogant. While he was locked in a war of nerves with the bodyguards, a courier arrived.

“Give it to me. It’s mine.”

Eunho snatched a yellow envelope from the bodyguard’s hand. Curiosity overtook him, and he immediately opened it.

[The analysis results did not identify any common genes suggesting a genetic link between the two samples. Based on these results, Sample A and Sample B are genetically unrelated individuals, and the likelihood of blood ties is confirmed to be less than 0.0001%.]

The color slowly drained from Eunho’s face. He froze, rereading the document several times.

“What the… this?”

Eunho muttered. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed. Not long after the dial tone, a low voice rang out.

–Yes, speak.

Yeorok. He should have been more cold than this… yet he answered the phone with a strangely affectionate tone. But Eunho didn’t have the presence of mind to question it. The situation before him was already making him dizzy.

“The results… why are they like this? Is this fake?”

His voice cracked as he argued. The hand holding the document visibly shook. Eunho crumpled it. It’s a fake. Something’s wrong.

On the other hand, the breathing coming from the other end of the phone was consistently calm. Yeorok took a deep breath and said,

–Are you ready for treatment?

“Stop bullshitting me! I know you fabricated it.”

–Ahn Jaehwan is heading to the house right now, so get counseling. Take all the meds he gives you.

Choi Yeorok spoke politely. Why, you’re talking to me so caringly. Why! He’s not supposed to do that!

“No. It’s fake. There’s no way. No!”

–Eunho-ya.

His voice was piercing.

–Remember. Choi Yoonho is dead.”

Eunho threw down his phone and collapsed to the floor.

All his strength left his body. His limbs trembled as if he were gripped by a chill. Amidst all this, cold sweat poured down his face like rain. He was scared. It felt like the whole world was deceiving him.

If I’m not Choi Yoo, then who am I? Do you think I’d fall for such a ridiculous lie? Why am I dead? I’m alive. Then what am I? Don’t lie to me!

Eunho crouched down, face down. His breath came in ragged gasps. Resentment boiled inside him. He didn’t know how to suppress this anger.

Choi Yeorok filled his mind. He hated him, and he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Eunho clawed at the grass until his fingers were stained green.

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Yeorok received the situation from the head of security. He said Eunho had panicked after seeing the test results. As soon as he hung up, he looked around. Dozens of cameras, dozens of reporters. All eyes, including those of many others, were focused on him.

“……”

He hadn’t forgotten that it was the inauguration ceremony. This was a place where every little action and expression of his was being exposed. The sudden injury to one of his hands had already drawn a lot of unnecessary attention.

He straightened his posture in his seat. His perfectly tailored suit shimmered in the light. Yeorok glanced at Secretary Hong.

“How much time is left?”

“The inauguration ceremony will be over in an hour. Afterward, there’s a luncheon with the executives scheduled. You also have a meeting with the Chamber of Commerce president.”

“Cancel it.”

“…Yes?”

“Cancel all remaining appointments.”

Secretary Hong asked again, flustered. Still, Yeorok’s intentions remained unchanged. On the outside, his face was as impeccable as ever. But inside, he was burning with anxiety.

Eunho’s condition wasn’t good. He clenched his fists, suppressing the urge to rush over.

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Ahn Jaehwan arrived just in time. He calmed Eunho, who was in a state of panic, and administered a tranquilizer.

As the medication began to take effect, they entered the mansion and had a calm conversation. He focused on explaining Choi Yoonho’s death and how Eunho had been acting in his stead for a year. It was more like a monologue from Ahn Jaehwan than a conversation.

Eunho listened, confused. Naturally, he didn’t believe him.

“You want me to believe that now?”

“The correct diagnosis is dissociative identity disorder. In your case, Choi Yoonho’s personality has encroached on your own identity. It’s easier to understand that you abandoned your own personality and chose to mentally escape due to excessive stress.”

Ahn Jaehwan tried to instill reality in Eunho by presenting the results of his analysis. The more earnestly he explained, the more Eunho’s expression crumpled miserably.

Ahn Jaehwan was his personal doctor. He’d been consulting with him for years. But everything about him, referring to him as Sim Eunho, using honorifics, was completely unfamiliar.

“Don’t worry.”

“…”

“If you take your medication properly, you’ll get better. Yeorok and I will continue to look after you…”

“Stop talking bullshit!”