RB 7

The green glass bottle tilted up high. Right after, Eunho’s throat moved up and down.

He had found the soju in the fridge. He had no memory of buying it himself, so it must have been liquor Mr. Oh left behind. Shameless. He didn’t know why he had kept it instead of throwing it away.

The first time he put soju to his lips it tasted filthy. Every time he swallowed a sip his shoulders shivered. Why would anyone pay money to drink this? But the more he drank, the more his head blurred, and it was just right for escaping reality.

Eunho leaned his dizzy head against the wall and he picked up the heavy bottle beside him. The business card was not the only thing Choi Yeorok had left behind in his house. Only much later had he found it placed by the door.

A bottle of wine that looked expensive at a glance. He knew nothing about wine, but it was obvious that man would not have given him something cheap.

“I can’t even tell cheap from good…”

The black foil covering the mouth was hard to tear off. He peeled it off after struggling, and a cork blocked the opening, which made him laugh.

“This is useless, I can’t even drink it.”

The mind of a rich man who never thought there would be no wine opener in the house was just ridiculous. Once again he felt the difference between their worlds.

Eunho drank the soju that suited his own situation. As the bitter liquor wet his tongue, his shoulders trembled again. Bitter… disgusting… His mumbling filled the lonely room.

He was downing the raw liquor with no water when he heard hinges creaking. Mr. Oh barged in as he pleased and looked down at the slumped Eunho with a wide grin.

“Ha, look at this bastard.”

Eunho lifted his eyes slowly. He sighed and cursed as soon as he saw him. How long had it even been since he last came? The alcohol made him talk more honestly than usual.

Even though he must have clearly heard the short mumbled curse, Mr. Oh didn’t care. He even looked pleased at Eunho’s state, chuckling as he came closer.

“Eunho, our Eunho is sitting here guzzling liquor.”

Mr. Oh hummed a tune, and he too reeked of alcohol. He threw down a plastic bag with bottles onto the floor and dropped beside him. His mud-stained military boots rubbed again and again against Eunho’s pale instep.

Eunho curled his thin body and pulled up his knees, trying not to touch him. Mr. Oh scoffed at the sight.

“Quit your damn whining.”

“……”

“Hey, you did not get the money, did you? Fuck, what will you do now? How about selling your ass? Want me to introduce you to a place?”

Mr. Oh slanted his eyes. A glimpse of pale skin appeared inside Eunho’s loose shorts. He licked the rashy corner of his lips and put a cigarette between them.

“What is this?”

Mr. Oh snatched the wine bottle with a ghostly look in his eyes.

“If you have money for this, pay your debt first, bastard.”

Seeing the expensive liquor out of place in Eunho’s life, he spat curses and laughed. Eunho held his aching forehead. He hated his voice and hated the cigarette smoke even more.

“Give it back… It is not mine.”

“Well, look at you. Move your hand, huh?”

Mr. Oh suddenly glared at him. Eunho had no strength to deal with him, he lowered his stretched arm and leaned his head back.

In that time Mr. Oh pulled a pocketknife from his pants. He picked at the scratched handle and a screw-shaped tool popped out. Even though Eunho had said clearly it was not his, he opened the cork without hesitation.

The expensive liquor poured straight into Mr. Oh’s mouth. Did he even know how much it cost? Like Eunho, he was a native of this neighborhood, so there was no way he understood the value of wine. A tongue used to cheap liquor was indulging far beyond its class.

Eunho squinted at him with blurred eyes. It was a waste, he would rather have poured it down the drain.

Half the wine was gone quickly. Mr. Oh puffed harshly on his cigarette in place of food and handed the bottle to Eunho.

“Tasteless as hell. Hey, try it.”

“……”

Eunho didn’t refuse. It had been his to begin with. Normally he would never have put his lips where Mr. Oh had drunk, but now he was drunk enough to not care.

Gulp, gulp, his throat moved quickly. To drink the liquor flowing from the narrow mouth, Eunho put his lips to the bottle and sucked at the small opening.

Mr. Oh watched in silence, his cheek twitching. Then he threw his half-burnt cigarette to the floor and pulled Eunho’s nape back.

“You fucking bastard…”

Mr. Oh suddenly cursed and shoved his face in front of him. His rough stubble scraped against Eunho’s wet lips. Eunho’s hips jerked up from the floor at the sudden move.

“Ugh, stop.”

But before he could resist, Mr. Oh pressed his lips to his. He grabbed his hair and forced his head back, sucking at his soft lips.

“Mm, mmph!”

Eunho twisted his head and struggled with all his strength. He dropped the wine bottle and pushed away Mr. Oh’s shoulder with his bare hands. The disgust was overwhelming. The lust rushing out of Mr. Oh was only horrific.

Their bodies tangled in a fight close to a brawl, toppling together onto the floor.

“Fuck, I usually do not even touch men…”

Mr. Oh panted over Eunho, grinding his stiff groin against Eunho’s crotch and taking in deep breaths.

“Every time I see you my cock jumps up. Why are you so pretty?”

“Let go!”

“Eunho, just one fuck with me, I will wipe off this month’s debt.”

“Aah! Let go! I don’t want to!”

Pinned to the floor, Eunho screamed until his throat tore. He resisted with all he had, but against Mr. Oh’s strength all he could do was twist his waist. That only made his crotch jab into Eunho’s stomach, his hot breath falling on his face.

“Stay still! I said I will treat you nice!”

Worked up, Mr. Oh smeared spit around Eunho’s mouth. His thick tongue slid in like a greased eel, prying up Eunho’s upper lip and licking at his gums and teeth.

Eunho clenched his teeth with all his might. He thought he would vomit, but he never opened his mouth.

“Fuck, you are a pain.”

Mr. Oh bared his teeth viciously. Eunho’s resistance was stronger than he thought, so this time he grabbed his nose and twisted it. His airway closed up, his pale face flushed red, and his legs kicked in the air.

His clenched teeth parted for an instant. Eunho gasped for the missing air.

Mr. Oh did not miss the chance and pushed his thick tongue between Eunho’s parted teeth. He also tightly held his flailing hands.

Smacking, slurping, greedy sucking sounds filled the room.

Eunho twisted his limbs. Even so, the heavy body did not fall away, and Mr. Oh’s filthy tongue still stuck like a sucker, stirring inside his mouth.

Eunho clenched his teeth. Mr. Oh’s tongue got caught between his molars and premolars and was bitten. Mr. Oh screamed and immediately pulled his face away.

“Haa, huuuh, ugh…”

Eunho pushed him away with all his strength and rolled to the side. His mouth was smeared with spit and blood, but he had no energy to care. He tried to run out the door, but at the entrance his hair was pulled from behind.

“Agh!”

“You bastard…!”

Mr. Oh slammed Eunho’s head into the wall. Thud! The sound rang as Eunho slid down.

Before he could even recover, Mr. Oh grabbed him by the collar and dragged him step by step back inside.

“I tried to treat you nice, but fuck, you always ask for a beating.”

Punches rained down on him, and Eunho curled his body. He had taken enough beatings that he knew how to protect himself, but his face quickly turned into a bloody mess. His stomach throbbed, his vision flickered dark. He could do nothing but endure the one-sided violence.

“Ha, today you are going to die.”

Mr. Oh yanked at his belt and pulled his pants open. He still lusted after a body that almost looked like a corpse. Eunho’s loss of will only made him more excited.

“…Don’t.”

Eunho muttered as if his breath was running out.

His tears fell soundlessly. Why was life such a hell? He was sick of violence and poverty, and now he had to suffer rape too. His condition disgusted him.

“Just… kill me.”

He thought dying would be better than being violated by Mr. Oh. But despite his pitiful plea, Mr. Oh continued with what he intended to do.

While his pants were stripped off, Eunho groped the floor. His fingertips touched wetness. The toppled wine bottle was nearby.

“Eunho… huh, do you know how much I spared you? Dropping you flat would have been nothing.”

Mr. Oh spread his legs and roughly gripped the inside of his thigh. The soft white flesh filled his palm with a sticky feel. The brat looked starved like a flea, but his skin was this firm and soft.

He pressed his dark organ against Eunho’s anus. He poked the tip, but the tightened hole would not open easily.

Mr. Oh spat between his legs. The saliva, mixed with blood, ran down between his spread buttocks. His bitten tongue still throbbed, and it made him angry again. He slapped Eunho across the face.

Eunho scraped at the bare floor with his hand. His desperate effort to escape looked pitiful. Mr. Oh exhaled a long breath, trying to calm his panting chest.

“Who knows, you might flip your eyes after you taste it. Then you’ll cling to me, calling honey, honey. Life is nothing. If living is shit, at least there’s the taste of fucking.”

Whenever Eunho screamed no, his face caught another slap. Hard to fuck, Sim Eunho. How good must you be to fight like this?

When Mr. Oh pressed his wet tongue against Eunho’s pale nape, Eunho twisted and gagged. That pushed his trigger. This bastard doesn’t know his man.

As he cursed and moved to force himself in, Eunho stretched his arm with all his might. The wine bottle that was just out of reach finally touched his fingers.

Mr. Oh, half out of his mind, did not notice. In that brief moment his guard dropped, Eunho swung the bottle in his hand.

Thud!

It hit square on Mr. Oh’s temple. The bottle cracked with a dull sound. Shocked, Mr. Oh froze. Blood dripped from the side of his head.

“…You fucker!”

Eunho swung the bottle again. This time the broken end smashed down on his head. The sharp surface drove straight into his temple. A glass bottle stuck in his skull at an angle was grotesque at a glance.

“Ha, ugh!”

Mr. Oh froze with his eyes wide, and Eunho recoiled in fright. A red puddle had already spread under his knees from the spilled wine. Blood was mixed into it.

Then the stiff body fell to the side. It’s looked more like a log falling than a man.