RB 86

“What kind of setup is this?”

“It’s hard to wash dishes in places like this. They just cover the plates with plastic, peel it off, and reuse them.”

“That’s a perfect way to get sick.”

The filthy food stall disgusted him. Even the color of the freshly fried tempura looked dark and greasy, clearly cooked in old oil.

Yeorok massaged his throbbing forehead with his fingers.

“You wanted to eat this?”

“I haven’t eaten it since elementary school. They always sold it in front of the school, but even when I wanted it, I forced myself not to buy it. I don’t know how many years it’s been.”

“It doesn’t even cost much.”

“Yeah, but back then, I thought spending even a thousand won carelessly was a disaster. Though in the end, being poor didn’t change whether I bought it or not.”

Eunho smiled. He wasn’t mocking his own past. It had all passed, and he was living a different life now. Just the fact that he was sitting across from Yeorok with a plate of tteokbokki in front of them made him feel full and satisfied.

“…..”

Yeorok stared at Eunho’s face and pushed the plastic plate toward him. Eunho didn’t refuse and put a piece in his mouth. He chewed and swallowed quickly as if he had really wanted it.

“You could’ve asked Seo Taehwa to make it.”

“When you make it at home, it doesn’t taste like this.”

Eunho finished half the plate in no time. Then he noticed Yeorok’s eyes on him. He realized he had eaten too eagerly.

“…Aren’t you going to eat?”

Yeorok shook his head without hesitation. So Eunho picked up one swollen rice cake. He held it carefully on his palm and extended it toward Yeorok.

“It’s better than it looks. Try one bite.”

Yeorok frowned as if asking what nonsense that was. Despite his cold stare, Eunho held the rice cake out again.

“It’s good.”

“…..”

“…Just once.”

The red sauce dripped down his palm. Eunho was too stubborn, and if this went on, he’d probably keep holding it there until Yeorok ate it. Yeorok finally opened his mouth.

“Good, right?”

Eunho wiped his dirty palm clean with a tissue and watched Yeorok’s face closely. The man chewed silently, his jaw moving while his lips remained sealed, and then he exhaled through his nose.

“I can see why kids go crazy for it.”

It was sweet, salty, spicy, every strong flavor crammed together. And there must have been a ridiculous amount of seasoning, because it didn’t suit Yeorok’s refined palate at all.

“Eat with me. I can’t finish this alone.”

Eunho broke apart a new pair of chopsticks and rubbed them together. He even smoothed out the splinters from the cheap wooden sticks before setting them in front of Yeorok.

Unable to ignore that small care, Yeorok picked them up. He didn’t like tteokbokki much, so he only peeled the batter off a piece of sweet potato and ate that.

Eunho smiled to himself. Choi Yeorok sitting in a shabby foot stall looked so out of place it was almost embarrassing. It made him wonder if this was a dream.

But everything was real. Sitting here in a stall he would never have entered in his life, eating street food with him, holding those cheap chopsticks so neatly, it was all real.

“…”

Instead of thanking Yeorok, Eunho filled his mouth with tteokbokki again. Maybe it was because it had been so long since he ate spicy food, but his nose stung slightly.

It didn’t take long for them to finish. After leaving the stall, they searched for a cafe. Fortunately, a 24-hour cafe was open nearby.

Yeorok went to pick up their drinks himself. The paper cup Eunho held was warm. He used it as a hand warmer while they walked to the parking lot. By the time his body started to freeze, the comfort of the car made him feel alive again.

Inside the closed space, the scent of coffee and sweetness mixed together. Yeorok’s drink was a strong espresso, while Eunho’s was hot chocolate.

Eunho looked down at his cup. Yeorok’s choice of drink puzzled him. He even wondered if it was a test.

“Choi Yoonho… don’t eat chocolate, right?”

Eunho spoke carefully. Yeorok, who had been sipping from his cup, looked at him.

“Did he look like someone who eats tteokbokki?”

“So you bought this for me, right?”

“You like chocolate, Sim Eunho-ssi.”

Yeorok casually said. Eunho blinked. He had never once told him that.

“How did you know?”

“You stared holes into the chocolate box on my desk last time. You couldn’t even focus while I sucked your chest, you just kept drooling over the chocolate.”

“When did I… I didn’t drool!”

Eunho protested in embarrassment. Yeorok leaned his head against the car window. His piercing eyes scanned Eunho’s face up and down. He took a sip of his coffee. The paper cup hid his mouth, but his eyes remained as cold as ever.

“You don’t realize how obvious it is on your face.”

“…….”

“I know your acting is already perfect, so you don’t need to try so hard at everything. Just relax around me. I prefer it that way too.”

Eunho bit his lip at the calm words. He couldn’t explain why his throat felt so dry. He quickly moistened his parched mouth with the drink he held. The hot chocolate Yeorok bought was so sweet it felt like it would melt his tongue.

Stepping into the warmth, his body instantly grew drowsy. Eunho fidgeted and took off the padded jacket he was wearing. Glancing sideways, he saw Yeorok was still in his coat. 

His high, straight nose and sharp jawline contributed to Yeorok’s cold appearance. The bangs that naturally fell on his forehead in the river breeze were especially dark and shiny. Every time he saw it, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from its beauty.

Eunho stared intently at his face, swallowing the saliva pooling in his mouth. The sensitive man immediately turned his gaze at the sound of him swallowing. Yeorok’s lips curved into a crooked line.

“Why the hungry look after eating so well?”

His expression really did give everything away. Eunho lowered his eyes without protest. His skin tingled, it seemed he really wanted to rub against this man right now.

“Chairman.”

Eunho cautiously began.

“Thank you for buying me tteokbokki. I enjoyed the drink too.”

He carefully replaced the lid on the nearly empty hot chocolate and placed it in the center console. He owed Yeorok far too much today.

“If I’d just brought my card, I could have bought it for you…”

“Even if you swiped Choi Yoonho’s card, it’s still my money being spent?”

“Well, yes…”

Sim Eunho’s hands hesitated on top of the console box. His eyes darted to the side, peering cautiously.

In response, Yeorok leaned back even further. His face was full of longing, yet he couldn’t bring himself to reach out. Yeorok watched, wondering how Sim Eunho would act.

“Just get to the point.”

“…Should I suck it for you?”

“As a token of gratitude, or something?”

“It’s not that… It’s something I want to do.”

Eunho clenched his fist tightly. He looked Yeorok straight in the eye and spoke with surprising decisiveness.

“Since you’re doing me a favor anyway, couldn’t you just grant it?”

“…….”

Yeorok gave him a piercing look. His fingers, resting on the steering wheel, tapped the leather rhythmically. The sound pounded against Eunho’s heart.

“If you’re confident no one else will catch you, go ahead.”

After a long wait, Yeorok gave what seemed like permission. Eunho slowly lifted his hips at those words. Holding the center console box, he carefully shifted toward the driver’s seat where Yeorok sat.

The space was tight for two adults to overlap their bodies. Yeorok lowered his hand and pushed the seat back. As the legroom expanded, creating enough space, Eunho slid down beneath it and knelt.

For someone between his legs, his posture was remarkably reverent. It wasn’t as if he intended to suck his cock; it felt more like he was preparing for a ritual. Eunho took a deep breath before reaching his hand over the tightly fastened buckle. With just a few deft movements, the pants came undone, revealing the hot, fleshy mass contained within.

His welcoming tongue lifted the underside of the glans. After licking the tip in a circular motion, it was taken into the mouth and sucked until a popping sound echoed. Perhaps because he’d just drunk hot chocolate, Eunho’s mouth felt completely sticky. As his tongue and cheek mucosa clung more viscously than usual, Yeorok tilted his head back and leaned against the driver’s seat.

“Haa, your mouth is incredibly sticky.”

Eunho opened his eyes. He thought Yeorok was intellectual, but seeing Yeorok’s face, lost in excitement, he knew it wasn’t meant in a bad way. Yeorok’s panting breaths made Eunho’s hips wiggle in response.

Yeorok’s cock began to stiffen and straighten. It used to be such a burden, but now its erection was simply welcome. Unlike his owner, whose emotions were nearly impossible to read, the thick flesh reacted violently the moment Eunho’s tongue touched it.

It wasn’t merely a taste for sex. Whenever he encountered that vigorous energy, he would momentarily delude himself into thinking perhaps there was something more. Even knowing it was just a physiological reaction.

Sim Eunho skillfully took the member into his mouth without needing instructions. After moistening his parched flesh with his wet tongue, he used the mucous membrane of his mouth to gently squeeze the member. Now Yeorok plunged deep into throat without hesitation. When his nose touched Yeorok’s groin, instead of flinching, he drew in a deep breath. Far from being difficult, the lewd scent only detectable in his crotch naturally elevated him.

Before long, the car was filled with the sound of sucking flesh. Occasionally, Yeorok’s deep sighs added to the mix. Sim Eunho’s skills were improving day by day. Now, he couldn’t even be teased about it, not even as a joke.

Yeorok kept his gaze fixed down, then lifted the brim of the hat that had been bothering him since earlier. Hidden tightly within, strands of hair trickled down. He slid his fingers into Eunho’s wildly tangled hair. 

The furrowed brow and flushed eye corners were finally clearly visible. His cheeks bulging from the penis filling them distorted his original face, but even that sight was quite something to behold. No, to be honest, maybe this was what he wanted to see.

Yeorok rubbed his shin firmly between Sim Eunho’s legs. As the smooth suit-clad leg swept between his thighs, Sim Eunho’s brow furrowed even deeper. A look of protest followed.