Rabbit Hole Chapter 20

If I don’t eat here, I feel like he’s going to force my mouth open and feed me in front of everyone…. In the end, Geumseo ate whatever Go San fed him. Fortunately, it suited his taste. Alternating between cola and water, he barely managed to empty the bowl. Go San kept feeding Geumseo the entire time. At first, he’d started out of stubbornness, but as he kept doing it, it became fun, and he found himself absorbed without realizing it. When Go San became aware of that, he was a bit dumbfounded and put the spoon down with a clatter.

“You’re so high-maintenance.”

Go San muttered to himself.

“Really high-maintenance, so very much so.”

But contrary to what Go San thought, Geumseo wasn’t really the high-maintenance type. It was just Go San doing that on his own. He’d even gotten engrossed in it as he went along, hadn’t he. He could still feel the tactile sensation of Geumseo’s mouth nimbly accepting each bite. Go San clenched and unclenched his fist inside his pocket. Watching Go San like that, Geumseo thought. Who’s the high-maintenance one here, really? Seeing Go San’s smirking face, it didn’t seem like he’d consider himself the answer anytime soon.

“Let’s go home.”

Go San leaned his body toward Geumseo and pressed. Geumseo was squeezed tight between the wall and Go San, who was harder than the wall.

“Buy me a blanket.”

“If I buy you a blanket, you’ll just go to your place.”

“Then I’ll go to my place….”

“That’s why I’m not buying it.”

“We do it at my place anyway, so why do I have to go to your place?”

For a moment, Go San thought, well, why indeed, and then stopped thinking. He just wanted to. Wasn’t that reason enough?

“See… I’m right, aren’t I?”

Feeling like he’d won against Go San, someone who was impossible to communicate with, Geumseo felt a little triumphant. But Go San, who was still pressing down on Geumseo, lost in thought blankly, said something completely different.

“Yang Geumseo. I think I want to lock you up in a cage, honestly.”

“…Ugh.”

Go San didn’t care at all about Geumseo’s blatantly displeased reaction. He squeezed Geumseo’s thigh tight and then let go. It was the very spot that had been constantly chafed by his. It stung so much he wanted to soothe it, but even his soft pants felt like stimulation. Geumseo couldn’t even touch it and just endured.

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In the end, Go San took Geumseo to his place. Geumseo browsed job search sites at Go San’s house, where the Wi-Fi was blazing fast. First, it had to be close to his place. He wanted to save on transportation costs too. Other than that, he didn’t feel he needed anything in particular. While Geumseo was keeping an eye on a few listings, Go San approached. He’d said he was going to warm up lightly with the exercise equipment at home, and he came out an hour later. He had a sports towel around his neck and was wearing a sleeveless shirt. His arms and pectoral chest, slightly damp with sweat, were fierce.

“A barbecue place, a raw fish restaurant, a Japanese-style standing bar, a pub.”

Go San arbitrarily took the phone from Geumseo’s hand and recited the list he’d saved. Geumseo thought Go San would sneer, but he was expressionless. He looked at the screen for a long while, then asked Geumseo.

“You want to work that badly?”

Maybe because he’d just finished working out, his demeanor was fiercer than usual. This time, Geumseo couldn’t say anything and just nodded quietly.

“Then I’ll get you a job.”

“Huh…? Really…?”

“Have you lived your whole life just getting scammed.”

That wasn’t something that should be said by a guy who’d mistaken him for his hyung and then gobbled him right up. With an unreadable attitude, Go San sat down next to Geumseo. He emptied the rest of the 2-liter water bottle and tossed it to the floor, speaking as indifferently as his attitude tossing that bottle.

“I know a bar. The hourly pay’s good. I’ll introduce you.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah.”

Go San tilted his head to the side. And then, as he was smoothly brushing back Geumseo’s bangs, he suddenly grabbed them tight.

“Ah….”

He kept grabbing his hair, but Geumseo was getting used to that action before he knew it. Maybe because there wasn’t much force behind it. Go San let go of his hair again, lowered his hand, and patted Geumseo’s cheek lightly.

“Just try sniveling that it’s hard.”

“No. I’m good at working. Seriously!”

He’d dealt with nasty customers and worked under a boss who’d yank his ear and bark at him at the drop of a hat, so why would he cry just from working at a bar? Geumseo was confident. Seeing his eyes sparkle at the mention of hourly pay, Go San felt a mild irritation. Why was he going about things the hard way when he could just act as his manager and receive a paycheck regularly? He couldn’t understand Geumseo’s pointless stubbornness and ego. Go San, like a child, grew spiteful for the very reason that he couldn’t understand. He let out a lazy, “Hmm,” sigh and then grabbed Geumseo’s chin tight.

“Geumseo.”

The times he just called his name were few enough that they should have sounded especially affectionate, but for some reason, it gave him goosebumps.

Go San slowly lowered his languid gaze downward.

“Have you ever done fellatio?”

The word fel—latio that came out of Go San’s mouth, perhaps because of its slow, slick, oiled-smooth pronunciation, slipped right past Geumseo’s ears.

“Huh…?”

He’d misheard, or he hadn’t heard it right. When Geumseo asked back, Go San wrapped his hand around the back of Geumseo’s neck and squeezed. He’d put in only the slightest bit of strength, but he couldn’t pull his head away.

“I asked if you’ve done it. Sucking dick.”

“Ah, no….”

“Why haven’t you done it. Go Unha would have liked it.”

“Be, because I never thought of doing that kind of thing to hyung….”

“Then while liking Go Unha, what were you thinking about?”

“…”

“Just thinking you like him, that kind of thought? Are you a puppy? Only thinking about wagging your tail?”

Geumseo only now noticed that Go San’s mood had soured. But he didn’t know why it had soured. Wasn’t he fine just moments ago? Or was he the type to turn psycho after working out? The time they’d known each other made it embarrassing—Geumseo really didn’t know much about Go San.

“Fuck… I think if I liked someone, I’d live only thinking about how I can screw that person for the rest of my life, how I can make them go crazy with pleasure….”

The hand gripping the back of Geumseo’s neck gradually began to tighten. Geumseo let out a dazed moan, “Uh, uh.” Geumseo’s forehead, past his shoulder, was already descending toward Go San’s solar plexus.

Geumseo’s breath grew short. He braced himself on Go San’s thigh. It was like solid rock. Then why not just think about screwing the person he likes—why was he grabbing his nape and pressing him down? Geumseo sincerely prayed that Go San would find someone he liked. He didn’t particularly have a religion, but he recited every god whose name he’d ever heard.

Soon, Go San put his hand inside his pants and pulled out his own. Geumseo felt like he was suffocating. The bulging thing struck his nose and rubbed against the skin under his eye. Even held in that large hand, there was length left over, and Go San rubbed it recklessly against Geumseo’s lips. He didn’t know what a lewd smell was, but if it existed, this must be it. As Geumseo panted and his lips parted slightly, Go San rubbed it inside, and when the tip scraped against his front teeth, he frowned and spat out a curse.

“Don’t bare your teeth.”

Go San gently tickled the back of Geumseo’s neck.

“Just wrap it with your lips.”

“Eut… ha…. I, I feel like I can’t breathe….”

“I’m curious if it’s better than your lower mouth.”

Go San coaxed him softly.

“If you can’t breathe, just breathe through your nose.”

Geumseo glared at Go San with eyes already brimming wet. The tip of Go San’s cock twitched and leaked pre-cum. The fishy taste touched the tip of his tongue, and Geumseo squeezed his eyes shut. Seeing his cheeks roundly bunching up along with the flesh under his eyes, Go San’s hand tensed. Geumseo’s head was forced down. If he didn’t want his head shoved right to the base, he had to part his lips. As he barely managed to open his lips, the corner of Geumseo’s mouth, dried out from winter, split open.

“Ah….”

Without realizing it, Geumseo rubbed that split part against the tip of Go San. Go San tilted his chin up sharply and laughed, short-tempered. He’d never had anyone rub with the edge of their lips before. Whether intended or not, Yang Geumseo drove Go San crazy in more ways than one.

“Stick out your tongue.”

Go San urged in a rough voice. It was the kind of voice that normally only came out after a long time of pounding in. Geumseo thought that maybe if he did this fellatio or palatio or whatever, Go San might finish earlier and leave sooner. And Geumseo’s guesses were usually wrong.

“Wrap it like that, and then like folding your lips over it….”