RB 90

Eunho didn’t care about what Son Jinhyung was saying, he kept his eyes on Yeorok for a long time. For a moment, he felt all kinds of bitter emotions. He felt hurt, wronged, frustrated, and he hated Choi Yeorok so much, but he was glad to see him. Even after being cast aside, he still liked him.

Yeorok didn’t do anything but stand there with his tall frame, yet he drew every gaze around him. While everyone else was looking at him, Yeorok was only looking at on Eunho. Their eye contact felt almost like a battle of wills.

“What’s wrong with him?”

“Guess he doesn’t like me.”

“Keeping you locked up at home for almost a year wasn’t enough? With that nasty temper, how’d our Choi Yoonho even manage to stay locked up?”

“…It was hard.”

“Oh, poor thing, was it?”

Son Jinhyung’s tone turned mockingly sweet as he patted Eunho’s shoulder. Eunho shifted his posture slightly. He stopped looking at Yeorok and instead slipped his arms around Jinhyung’s waist. His thin fingers played lightly along his waistband.

“So you’ll play with me properly tonight?”

His tone dripped with sweetness that didn’t suit Choi Yoonho at all. Jinhyung’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous curve.

“Ah, this is already fun.”

There wasn’t a hint of doubt in him, only rising expectation.

Yeorok’s eyes remained fixed on one place, on the shoulder Jinhyung was touching and the lips that brushed Eunho’s ear each time he whispered something.

Every time, Eunho smiled with bright, fluttering eyes. Was that the expression Choi Yoonho used to make? To Yeorok, it only looked like Sim Eunho.

‘Chairman.’

A soft voice echoed like a hallucination.

‘Are you working again tomorrow?’

The gentle eyes that had looked up at him so carefully still felt vivid.

‘Can’t you kiss me?’

The trembling of the fingers that had cupped his cheek too.

‘Don’t worry. I’ll never disappoint you, Chairman.’

Right. There was nothing to worry about. Sim Eunho was smart. He would do well, just as Yeorok had taught him to. Yeorok stopped watching him and turned to greet the people approaching him, wearing his usual polite, artificial smile.

Just then, Son Jinhyung led Eunho away somewhere. Yeorok’s keen eyes followed their movement. No doubt they were going somewhere to drink and mess around. Most likely, Choi Yoonho’s whole group would be there.

Someone next to Yeorok spoke politely.

“Chairman, would you like to have a glass of wine with us?”

“Sure.”

A smooth smile appeared on Yeorok’s face. Sim Eunho could play his part, and he could play his own. That was how it was supposed to be according to his original plan.

Eunho followed Jinhyung down to the basement. Red carpet lined the stairs, and at the bottom was a lounge bar run by the hotel.

It was open for the opening party, so everyone inside was an invited guest. Some chatted pleasantly, while others danced in groups. One table burst into loud laughter as they played drinking games.

The atmosphere was more wholesome than expected. But the moment Eunho stepped through the door that Jinhyung opened, his body stiffened. Several gazes turned toward him, and everyone’s eyes looked dull and glazed.

The room was soundproofed, so it was quiet. No one was making noise, only drinking in silence.

Behind him, he heard a click as someone pressed a button. The door closed, and the outside noise was completely cut off. Now the room was a sealed space.

“Everyone, clap!”

At Jinhyung’s cue, the lounging bodies straightened and applauded. Some even whistled with their fingers.

“You’re here!”

As shouts of “Choi Yoonho! Choi Yoonho!” echoed through the room, Eunho frowned. His irritation made everyone laugh and shout even more.

The crowd shifted, making space as bodies moved apart. The middle of the sofa was left open, clearly meant for him. Eunho pushed past the crowded knees and dropped into the seat.

People gathered like spectators around a performer making a rare appearance.

“Hey, did you really quit the pills?”

“Maybe it’s the rest, but your face looks damn shiny.”

Annoying questions came one after another, and Eunho only waved a hand dismissively in reply.

“Move.”

Jinhyung grabbed someone by the collar and shamelessly took the seat next to him. Then he turned and brushed his fingers through the back of Eunho’s hair. Tilting his head, he took a deep breath that made his ribs move.

“Ah… damn, Choi Yoonho’s scent got even better.”

Then he buried his nose against Eunho’s neck and inhaled. His rude hand slid up Eunho’s shirt and rubbed his chest.

“Pretty boy, are your nipples still black?”

Eunho replied indifferently, not caring if he touched him or not.

“I stayed home too long. They got lighter.”

“Too bad, they were hot as hell before.”

Eunho turned his body sideways and, smiling suggestively, grabbed Jinhyung by the chin.

“What else can I do? I’ll just have you suck them again.”

“Your hole must’ve gotten tight too. Ah, I really have to fuck you hard.”

“Try it then.”

Eunho dropped the expression he had been holding, as if he’d lost interest. He reached out with his left hand and picked up an empty glass. When he held it still, Son Jinhyung filled it for him without being asked. The treatment was practically that of a prince.

“Is that all you people ever think about?”

Eunho said it as he glanced around at all the faces staring at him.

“What’s with that monk-like talk?”

“Where’s the old Choi Yoonho?”

Their irritated reactions came at once, with a few jeers mixed in.

“Guess being locked up so long rewired his brain too.”

Eunho drank the Montrachet slowly, his face calm, without a trace of reaction. His lazy manner and indifferent expression were exactly what everyone remembered from Choi Yoonho.

Choi Yoonho was famous for his moods swing. Some days he was full of irritation like a thorn bush, and some days he acted like a seductress. No one could ever figure him out.

The prince of Haegang wasn’t someone you could touch carelessly. Because of that, even though everyone there was dying to get their hands on him, no one dared to make the first move.

Above all, Choi Yoonho might have been promiscuous, but he hated being forced. His temper was fierce enough that anyone who tried without his permission usually ended up bleeding. So for now, everyone was just waiting for a chance.

When the atmosphere refused to loosen up, subtle glances went around the room. It was clear the only one who could take the lead was Son Jinhyung.

Meeting the unspoken expectation, Jinhyung reached into his pocket. The green tin that rattled in his hand was filled with mint candies, but what rolled out into his palm was a white pill.

“Want something tasty?”

Eunho held out his hand. The pill placed on his palm looked like candy at first, but the engraved lettering made it obvious, it was an aphrodisiac.

“Ah, try it.”

Eunho fed it to the man sitting across from him, then dusted off his hands and leaned back against the sofa.

“I’ll die if I take that crap. Don’t even think about making me eat it.”

“Ah, you’re so boring, seriously!”

Complaints filled the room. Eunho lifted his eyes slightly and let out a mocking laugh.

“Looks like we can have fun without it.”

Still reclining against the sofa, Eunho looked lazily over the faces gathered before him. Then suddenly he pointed his finger.

“You. Fuck him. I’ll watch.”

They immediately cheered. Everyone looked thrilled.

The one Eunho pointed at was a soft-looking idol member who had recently joined the group and had never met Choi Yoonho before.

The one he told to do the fucking was the man who had taken the pill instead of him earlier. He had short hair and a solid build that made him look anything but submissive.

The man flared up.

“Are you crazy? I’ve never been fucked before!”

“Try it. What’s so hard about that?”

Eunho replied like it was nothing. The way he slowly blinked almost made him look innocent.

“You’re really mean.”

Even Son Jinhyung stepped in, though he laughed as he spoke. He couldn’t help it, it was funny. He was starting to feel it for real now: Choi Yoonho was back. Things were fun again.

Every gathering had a hierarchy, and it was usually decided by wealth, social standing, and looks. Choi Yoonho and Son Jinhyung stood at the top.

Even after Eunho gave his order, the two chosen men only hesitated, glancing around. Eunho leaned back and let out a long sigh. His expression showed he was bored.

“How dull. I can’t play with you people anymore.”

Everyone turned their glares on the man who’d been picked, as if to say, what’re you waiting for?

Cursing under his breath, the man yanked off his sweater. His muscles flexed uselessly like those of an athlete. Then he stripped off his pants too and moved over. He pushed the delicate idol’s thighs down and began to grind his body against him.

A chorus of exclamations and laughter filled the room. Eunho finally smiled, satisfied. He tilted his head, watching someone else’s sex play. His trembling fingers clenched to hide his weakness.

It seemed like he’d end up sleeping with one of them tonight.

Would Yeorok smile at him again if he did well? Or would he cast him off for being filthy?

Either way, Yeorok would never touch him again. Choi Yeorok was a man of fastidious habits. He wouldn’t lay a hand on someone touched by others.

A lonely smile spread across Eunho’s lips. He lifted his glass and drank, fighting not to let his eyes grow wet.