Rabbit Hole Chapter 14

Bullshit. Geumseo gave up and just sniffled. Go San’s hip movements had become faster and more precise in the meantime. Groans of “ugh” and “ugh” slipped out on their own. He looked slim, but that was only from a distance; up close, Go San’s body, which was massive and incredibly dense, pressed down like a boulder. He was pretty, yet he possessed a monstrous cock and a body that seemed capable of killing someone while he tormented him…. Geumseo imagined filing a petition for Go San’s execution. Please execute Go San. Ah, wait, he said he was American….

“Ugh… ah….”

“Look at that moan.”

Go San let out a chuckle, softened by arousal. He was like someone drunk. No matter how nicely Yang Geumseo tried to put it, he couldn’t let out a cute or sexy moan. It was just a sound of sloppy dripping. But Go San liked that. Perhaps because he liked water, he liked these things that flowed powerlessly. For instance, Yang Geumseo’s sloppy moans, saliva, tears, semen, and all that stuff. His mild germaphobia had crossed the line with Yang Geumseo and turned into a fetish.

“Go with me tomorrow.”

Geumseo couldn’t even answer, but Go San urged him.

“And stop chasing after Go Unha, for fuck’s sake.”

Go San gathered Geumseo’s legs, which were unresponsive, and hoisted them onto one of his shoulders. Even the gathered thighs pressed against Go San’s member. The inner thighs would definitely be bright red and inflamed. If Go San’s skin was like shark skin, Yang Geumseo’s skin was weak like tofu.

“Are you not going to answer?”

With a sound like tap, Go San lightly slapped Geumseo’s cheek. Geumseo glared at Go San with hazy, struggling eyes. Go San’s eyes were glistening.

“Dammit, be careful. Yang Geumseo.”

He already knew he was a madman, but when they were having sex, Go San was beyond that.

“Because these days, I’m going crazy because I want to make you cry.”

“…Sob.”

“Be careful. Don’t, give, me, any opening.”

Go San said this, pausing between words as he thrust his waist just like he did when they were having sex. An opening? He needed to know what on earth counted as an opening. For Geumseo, there was no way to understand the points that made Go San snap. He couldn’t even tell where they were. He thought it was understandable to be angry about getting the meeting place wrong a while ago. However, he didn’t know why getting the meeting place wrong resulted in lying in the hallway with his clothes torn and his thighs chafed. Geumseo concluded that he was just too simple to understand Go San’s complex madness.

“Ha…. Is it okay if I lick your eyeballs?”

Instead of an answer, Geumseo squeezed his eyes shut.

∞ ∞ ∞

The next day at the pool.

The coach glanced at Geumseo, who was dipping his feet in the water and splashing sluggishly, and asked Go San.

“Did you hit him?”

“For fuck’s sake, hit him? Why would I hit him?”

Then why is the kid like that….

This was his second time seeing Yang Geumseo, and he looked even worse today than last time. Last time, traces were barely visible when he stretched, but now he was wearing a T-shirt bigger than before, and everything from his visible neck to his collarbone was just wrong. On top of that, there was a disposable bandage on his ear, and his eyes were puffy and swollen.

“Right. I’ll believe you if you say you didn’t hit him….”

Go San dipped his swim cap in the water, flipped it, and repeated the action with a scoff.

He didn’t hit him, but he was bruised. It left marks like that even if he just sucked on him a little, which was why he got told these things. There was no need to feel wronged at all, but Go San felt excessively wronged.

“If I had it my way, I’d just….”

The coach turned to Go San at the sound of him muttering while looking at Geumseo as if he were going to tear him apart with his eyes. If you had it your way, what…? Since it was a mutter to himself, Go San didn’t continue, instead pressing his swim cap down hard to burst the water.

Geumseo was staring blankly at his legs submerged in the water. He didn’t notice Go San’s gaze at all. Yesterday, he’d done it from behind while Geumseo was on his knees in the hallway. That must have been how he got the bruises. When he said he hated the chafing, he asked if he should just lift him up and shove it in.

Look at how weak I am for you. I shouldn’t spoil you like this.

Yang Geumseo, who heard that while being shaken wildly, almost slapped Go San’s cheek. Not out of anger, but out of surprise at such nonsensical, absurd talk.

“It hurts….”

Go San said he leaked everywhere, but he didn’t know if that was purely because he liked it. When it ended, he couldn’t remember it well, as if hours had been gouged out of his life. It was similar to when he was struggling because of the debt his father had created, when it felt like a day, a week, and a month were being erased. It was exhausting, draining, and numb. When he was panting, Go San would bring him water and feed it to him. As he drank it, he would unintentionally think, Ah, Go San has a tender side, too. Just like how he would unconsciously say “thank you” and eat when loan sharks bought him meat, telling him not to get sick and to work hard to pay back his debt.

Yesterday was even stranger. Go San bit him painfully, then licked him softly. He cried, then laughed from ticklishness, hurt, then felt good and went limp. Alternating between freezing and melting, and between being tickled and being hurt, he became confused about what was real. Perhaps that was why, even though it was the third time, it wasn’t easier from getting used to it—it was harder.

“Yang Geumseo.”

Just then, Go San’s hand suddenly appeared on Geumseo’s knee. He was so startled he almost slipped because he hadn’t even known he was coming. Go San had swum over underwater. On Go San’s back, where water dripped, the shark depicted in simple, speedy lines seemed to be opening its jaws at him. Just like Go San.

“Why are you so dazed?”

“…You’re always like that, aren’t you?”

“No. You’re more like that today.”

Go San opened the bag he had forced Geumseo to carry, telling him to guard it. He wiped his hands with a towel, blew some warm air on them, and reached his hand under Geumseo’s pants.

“It’s hot.”

“What? Hot?”

The approaching coach asked back. At the sound of his presence, Geumseo turned his head. It was certainly a lethargic expression. As if he were drunk on a fever.

The coach looked at Geumseo with concern. It was pathetic enough to see his torn lips and the marks visible on his exposed arms and legs. Without realizing it, the coach reached out and touched Geumseo’s forehead.

“What are you doing?”

Go San asked sharply upon seeing that. He then braced himself on the floor, pulled his body out in an instant, and asked Geumseo.

“Does it hurt? Tell me with your own mouth if it hurts.”

Geumseo thought for a moment and shook his head. He was a bit tired and dazed, but he attributed it to lack of sleep. The coach, who had only touched him for a brief moment, felt awkward and made a tsk sound before stepping away.

“I don’t think it hurts.”

“If you’re lying, I’m going to do whatever I want.”

“Do what?”

“Anything.”

Go San said that bluntly, without any explanation. Then he slid back into the water.

Geumseo looked down at Go San and asked.

“Is Unha-hyung going to America?”

Go San, who had surged forward to the front in an instant, pulled his head out of the water. He shook his hair, spraying water everywhere, and asked back fiercely.

“Did Go Unha say that?”

“Yeah. He said he’s going and won’t be back for a long time.”

“Were you talking about that yesterday?”

“Yeah…. Is he really not coming?”

Go San bit his lip. It didn’t look like he was troubled or shrinking away; it looked as if he were suppressing something. It was Go San’s lip that was being bitten, but Geumseo cringed as if he were the one being bitten.

Go San, who didn’t answer, went back into the water. Only a mass could be seen below the rippling surface. It was sleek. Moving like a shark, he came up quickly underneath Geumseo and, as if snatching his prey, grabbed Geumseo’s ankles and pulled him down hard.

Geumseo, who fell into the water without warning, squeezed his eyes shut. Holding his breath in surprise actually helped. When Geumseo, who had floated up in the water, finally opened his eyes, Go San was in front of him. Unlike Geumseo, whose cheeks were puffed out, Go San looked as comfortable as if he were on land. The only difference was that his brow was furrowed.

“…”

Go San, who had grabbed and pressed down on the shoulders of Geumseo, who was trying to escape back out of the water, went back underwater. Strangely, the water buoyed him up somehow, even if he was a “beer bottle” (a poor swimmer). His body was floating as if flying in the sky, but he couldn’t breathe, which was painful and terrifying. He wanted to go up, but his body was held, and he couldn’t even escape. He was running out of breath. Just as Geumseo was about to struggle, Go San kissed him. He breathed air into him with his lips, and Geumseo desperately accepted it, despite having no technique. After repeating that a few times, Geumseo finally surfaced.

“…Hah!”

Geumseo let out a scream-like breath and gasped. He clung to the tiled floor, trembling violently. He wasn’t short of breath, but it had been a forced breathing where he hadn’t had an ounce of his own will. He felt powerless and afraid. Go San pulled his head out next to him.

“Are you still curious about Go Unha?”

Geumseo trembled and shook his head.

He wasn’t curious anymore. Right now, breathing was the priority, and relief was the first thing on his mind. Geumseo swore to himself. Because of that guy, he would be terrified of water for the rest of his life.