RB 56

When Eunho came out of the bathroom, what he found was a paper shopping bag left alone at the entrance.

With a damp towel around his neck, he slowly walked closer. Seeing the lunchbox that Secretary Hong had dropped off without a sound reminded him of old times. Back then, the luxurious lunchbox never suited his shabby rooftop room. He remembered how awkward it felt every time because the warmth was unfamiliar.

Back then or now, someone was still making sure he ate, but Eunho’s situation had completely changed. Instead of yellowed linoleum, he now stood on cold marble floors. Wearing T-shirts and pants that cost hundreds of thousands of won per set had long become normal.

The fact that he was living such a luxurious life after only a few months left him dumbfounded. Eunho weakly laughed and brought the lunchbox inside.

The lunchbox Secretary Hong delivered was three meals’ worth, no different from what he had eaten at the annex. After some thought, he picked the chicken breast steak with grilled vegetables and put the rest in the fridge.

Eunho sat at the wide dining table and ate lunch alone. He could have eaten hastily since he was alone, but he still moved the food onto a plate and set the cutlery properly. Then he ate while mimicking Choi Yoonho. It had already become a habit.

“……”

He stayed silent, focused on his meal, but at some point thought the house looked too empty. Seo Taehwa, who used to keep him company during meals, was no longer there. Everything in sight was barren.

At some point he had gotten used to human warmth. Without realizing it, he had become used to attention and affection. Eunho stabbed his fork into the meat with a bitter heart. Even then, the chicken breast soaked in sauce tasted good.

After finishing the meal, he cleaned up. Then he brushed his teeth and sat on the sofa with his laptop. He had too much time and nothing to do. He thought of watching Choi Yoonho’s videos to avoid losing touch.

Eunho took a small breath and opened a folder.

There were dozens of Choi Yoonho’s sex videos, from ones he filmed himself to ones taken secretly. True to his debauched nature, his partner was different every time.

–Hng, ang! Ah, so good! There, huh, keep fucking!

Choi Yoonho lay on what looked like a dining table or maybe a desk, drooling and egging a man on. The phone camera caught his flushed face, then slid down to show his naked lower body. A dark cock was thrusting in and out of his hole.

–Fuck, Choi Yoonho. Tighten up. Your ass is so damn loose.

–Hhng, it’s because your dick is small, you little fuck.

The talk was always vulgar. Choi Yoonho’s sex wasn’t affectionate. He only spread his legs for anyone, chasing nothing but pleasure.

Eunho covered his mouth as he stared at the screen. It was meant as study, but there was no way he could feel fine watching a sex video with his own face on it.

He tried to watch with dead eyes, but his hands trembled and sweat poured out. Every time he saw Choi Yoonho on screen, he felt like he himself was having sex, and it made his stomach turn.

Eunho kept stopping the video to gag, then only pressed play again after calming down. It took him an hour to finish a clip barely seven minutes long.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead. His bangs were soaked, his appearance a mess.

There was only one reason he forced himself to watch a video he hated. He wanted to resemble Choi Yoonho somehow. Other porn was no help. What mattered was how Choi Yoonho did things.

Eunho tossed the laptop to the side and rubbed his face with his hands. The heavy sigh he let out dampened his palms. When would he ever get used to this? His head would not accept it, so his body also rebelled.

He was so tired he did not want to do anything. As he sprawled on the sofa, a phone alert chimed.

[Chairman will arrive in 1 hour.]

“…At this time?”

Eunho stared blankly out the window. He could not believe Yeorok would come when the sun was still so bright.

He suddenly realized his T-shirt was damp with sweat. Eunho hurried into the bathroom. Before Yeorok arrived, he had to wash and change clothes quickly.

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From the moment he heard the entry alarm, Eunho waited at the entrance. With his hands held politely together, he waited for the door to open.

Soon, the lock clicked and the door opened. From his lowered gaze, spotless black shoes stepped inside. Eunho’s eyes rose slowly along the long legs. Even his tie knot was perfectly neat in broad daylight.

“……”

Even though he had come to greet him, words would not come out. Eunho only bowed his head. Yeorok accepted the timid greeting, silently took off his shoes.

“What were you doing?”

He asked casually, as if it was nothing. Since they had become sex partners, their relationship had noticeably grown distant, and Eunho stammered with a flustered face.

“Just… nothing.”

That was the end of the conversation. Yeorok asked no more, walked into the living room, and took off his jacket. His movements were natural, like he was in his own home. Which, technically, it was.

But Eunho, who had taken residence here, stood awkwardly like an intruder. With no gift of words, the uncomfortable silence felt heavy. Eunho’s eyes suddenly caught the sight of Yeorok tossing his jacket onto the armrest of the sofa. That jacket reminded him of something.

“Chairman. That… the jacket you left yesterday. Can I hand wash it?”

When he woke up in the morning, what had covered his naked body was Yeorok’s suit jacket. The expensive lining had been stained with semen.

Eunho felt guilty, like it was his fault, and it weighed on him. He had immediately thrown the soiled blanket into the washer, but he had no idea what to do with the jacket.

“Throw it away.”

Yeorok answered without a trace of hesitation, then sat down on the sofa.

His clear eyes fixed on Eunho. He did not tell him to come or stay away, but Eunho took the hint and stepped closer.

A long arm wrapped around Eunho’s waist. With just a little strength, Eunho lost his balance and staggered. To keep from falling, he leaned his knees against the sofa, their legs tangling messily together.

“Sim Eunho-ssi, you are nervous whether it’s bright or dark.”

Yeorok’s face showed no tension at all, not even interest in the situation. Standing stiff beside him, Eunho only made the contrast more intense.

“Chairman, are you alright?”

“You’re worried about me now?”

His straight lips twisted harshly. It was not anger, more like he had heard something ridiculous. Eunho rested a hand on his solid shoulder and quietly looked down at Yeorok’s face.

“When you see my face… you feel uncomfortable, don’t you?”

Eunho examined Yeorok’s features closely. His well-shaped forehead and brows showed under his neatly swept hair. His long eyes still held that blue gleam, his cold gaze unchanged.

Smooth skin, moist lips–everything was the same old Choi Yeorok. To Eunho, it was a flawless face he did not dare to touch first.

“Why care about useless things? Sim Eunho-ssi, just do what you’re supposed to.”

His soft lips let out cold words.

Yeorok slipped his hand under Eunho’s T-shirt without warning. His touch on his chest was unhesitant.

“You know what you have to do.”

His gaze was firm as well. Contrary to what Eunho had feared, he seemed to feel no restraint anymore.

“Yes… I know.”

Eunho swallowed his trembling breath. Whatever his hurt feelings, for now he had no choice but to fulfill his role. He slowly tilted his head and carefully bit down on Yeorok’s upper lip.

Maybe because he had done it last night too, starting was not difficult. At least it did not feel unpleasant, and that was a relief. His heartbeat thundered so loud it muffled his ears, but because it was Choi Yeorok, he could entrust his body.

Eunho slid his tongue into his mouth and lifted a leg onto the sofa. Yeorok held his waist firmly and raised his chin so Eunho could kiss him comfortably.

In the broad daylight, sitting entwined and tangling tongues, the situation felt unreal. The act was no different from Choi Yoonho’s sex videos, without affection.

That made it bitter. The only thing Eunho had wanted was a word of praise from Choi Yeorok, and now he felt even that would never come.

***

After that, Choi Yeorok came every day.

There was no fixed schedule, but each day he came to the officetel, sometimes for thirty minutes, sometimes for an hour or two, and kissed Eunho before leaving.