Rabbit Hole Chapter 4

“Then I’ll give you a spanking. First the ass, then the chest.”

Naturally, Geumseo’s gaze went to Go San’s large hand. He called it a spanking, but it wouldn’t be at that level. Geumseo hastily used each arm to cover his chest and ass. The option of just taking the hits and being done with it was impossibly distant. Watching that, Go San sneered and asked.

“Want a drink?”

Geumseo hesitated, then nodded. That was as good as meaning he would accept Go San’s proposition. Go San soon burst into hearty laughter. When a person laughs heartily, it’s supposed to be kind of nice to see, but Geumseo was just scared.

Soon Go San brought out the liquor he had been keeping.

“I’ve only ever had soju….”

“I don’t like soju.”

Go San said he didn’t understand why people drank soju when it tasted like nothing but industrial alcohol. Geumseo thought the taste was good, but Go San wouldn’t listen. In the first place, there was no such thing in his house. Hyung Unha drinks it with me… but even his mumbling was useless.

“Then should I let you drink with him and pick you up. Like yesterday.”

So that’s how it had happened. Geumseo now understood why the drinking session he had started with Unha had ended with Go San. It was a little disappointing too. So hyung wasn’t the one who took care of me…. Still, he decided to understand, because even he wouldn’t want to look after a drunk person. How many times had Go Unha accommodated his convenience anyway. How many times? He couldn’t remember, but it must have been a lot. So he had to understand.

“Drink.”

Go San held out a glass. It was a very small glass. He wondered if he would get drunk on this, but after a few glasses, intoxication quickly rose. Go San, stingily, didn’t even give him any snacks. When Geumseo looked at Go San with his eyes slightly unfocused, Go San, a bit blurrily, really did look like Go Unha. Soon Geumseo smiled goofily. Go San, who was hardly drunk at all, felt something he couldn’t quite call pity or comfort. He briefly thought, is just looking alike enough for him, but he didn’t create a reason to wake him up and send him out.

Soon Geumseo was pulled to his feet by Go San’s hand. The towel that had been covering his thighs fell away again. It felt even stranger because Go San’s house had the exact same layout as hyung Unha’s. Geumseo admitted that he could plausibly mistake Go San for Go Unha while being dead drunk. He had never imagined something like this with Go Unha, but if Go Unha had led him to his bed like Go San was doing now, he would have gone and lain down.

‘Idiot. I’m an idiot.’

Even as he repeated that to himself, Geumseo obediently lay down on the bed. He brushed his palm over the blanket.

“Do you use the same blanket too?”

“No.”

Go San answered as he pulled his T-shirt off Geumseo’s upper body. The shorter San’s answers, the more he looked like Go Unha. Geumseo blinked, then stretched out his arms.

“Can’t you do it gently?”

“It’s not my thing.”

“Still…. How am I supposed to think of you as hyung Unha like that.”

At those words, San chuckled.

“I guarantee Go Unha wouldn’t do it gently either.”

“Liar.”

“If you’re curious, how about going right now and knocking on the door across the hall.”

“…”

“Still, Go Unha wouldn’t touch you though.”

Saying that, Go San snickered. Geumseo lifted his limp hand to flail about, but only managed to raise his middle finger. That was the best he could do. Seeing that, Go San didn’t even get offended, but instead brought it to his mouth and sucked it carefully. He deliberately produced saliva, soaking it to the point it dripped.

“What are you doing…?”

“You said to do it gently.”

It made no sense. What did sucking on his middle finger have to do with doing it gently.

If he did it just a bit more, even his fingerprint would get all shriveled. When Geumseo pulled his finger out, San smacked his lips.

“Did you wash properly? Fuck, how does your skin taste savory.”

Maybe it was from handling things like pancakes, fried chicken, and skewers. Geumseo just thought such things blankly. No matter how cleverly Go San teased him with words, Geumseo seemed to interpret them in the most clueless way.

It didn’t matter. Go San pulled Geumseo’s hand and led it down to Geumseo’s lower region.

“What are you doing…?”

“Are you going to ask about every single thing?”

“I’m curious, okay…. I’m saying I don’t remember how we did it the first time….”

“Who told you to black out?”

Right. Who told him to mistake Go San for Go Unha. Geumseo reflected. He felt a little sad too. Geumseo was the type who got sad like a dumpling dissolving in water when tipsy.

Actually, it was fine if he cried. No, Go San liked it when Yang Geumseo cried. It was fucking hot. It was so fucking hot he wanted to have a fucking filthy kind of sex. Normally, if someone cried in front of you, no matter how much you disliked that person, you’d at least want to hear the reason first, but when Yang Geumseo cried, Go San wanted to slap his cheek and make him cry even more sorrowfully.

“Let’s see if you can eat your own finger as deliciously.”

Go San inserted Geumseo’s wet finger into Geumseo’s entrance. Only then did Geumseo seem startled, his half-closed eyes suddenly widening.

“Right here, if you press near the tailbone, you totally lose it.”

He was being so very kind in telling him. If only he’d taught him studies like this. Meanwhile, Go San noted that Yang Geumseo’s wrists were flexible too. His body had a springy resilience.

“It, it just feels weird….”

“Because your fingers are too short. It’s deeper inside.”

“I don’t want to touch. Just put it in.”

“You want me to tear you?”

“No!”

How did it come out like that. Geumseo’s face crumpled. Go San withdrew Geumseo’s hand, which couldn’t even move properly, and put his own fingers into Geumseo’s mouth.

“Suck. Like you’re eating ice cream.”

If nothing else, he was really kind with his explanations at times like this. Geumseo held Go San’s fingers in his mouth as Go San had described. With his exceptionally large eyes, his face, which usually looked a bit blank, looked quite provocative like this. Go San, who had been laughing as if drunk even though he wasn’t, scraped the roof of Geumseo’s mouth.

“Ah!”

Startled, when Geumseo pushed his tongue out and spat, Go San firmly rubbed even his tongue with his finger.

“You’ve got a canker sore?”

“Mmh….”

“That’s nice. It’s all bumpy.”

Go San’s tastes were bizarre. Geumseo decided to accept it as that. It wasn’t new. Rather, if Go San had had ordinary tastes, that would have been stranger.

Go San’s wettened finger entered where Geumseo’s finger had been. Geumseo hunched his shoulders and trembled. Far from feeling good, it still just felt weird. He almost wished it hurt, but it didn’t feel like much, so only the anxiety of how to endure the boredom until Go San was finished grew. The fact that he couldn’t remember whether he had ended up pissing yesterday because it hurt, because he was scared, or because it felt good was also a big factor. He thought he had let out rough breaths and even shouted, but those came out whether it hurt or he was scared.

“Agh!”

“Nothing’s in your head, so what comes out when you roll it around?”

Suddenly, his nipple was bitten, putting an end to Geumseo’s idle thoughts. Go San kept it a secret that he was deliberately not pressing the spots that made Geumseo feel good. His personality was truly eccentric.

“Can’t you just quickly put it in, shake, and come…?”

“You’re killing the mood.”

“Exactly. Because it’s unappetizing.”

“Fine. I’ll put it in quick, shake, and come for you.”

Only then did Geumseo smile a little. How could his thoughts be so transparent. At this point, Go San was a bit dumbfounded.

“I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Why?”

“I can come inside, right.”

As if he wouldn’t come inside. Go San was just a born con artist.

“No. Wear it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t trust anything you say is good.”

And Geumseo knew Go San pretty well. It was amazing how he knew him this well but knew nothing about that creepy bastard Go Unha. How fucking thick were his rose-tinted glasses? Thick enough to need a planer to shave them off, maybe.

Go San took out a condom from the nightstand. He had bought a lot at once when he got them, so they came out strung together like sausages, to avoid any inconvenience. Thanks to that, Go San’s reputation sank yet again. To think there was still lower to go even though it was already rock bottom. Geumseo shot Go San a glance with eyes that said, ‘Are you that much of a horndog…?’

“I’ll loosen you up a bit more.”

“Again?”

So he had to go through more of that tedious stuff. Instead of answering, Go San took off his pants, and he wasn’t wearing underwear inside. Surely he didn’t go around outside like this? If so, he was a seriously crazy bastard.

But soon Geumseo realized that underwear wasn’t the important thing. It was because of the thing dangling between Go San’s legs that looked like a baby’s leg.

“Gross!”

Geumseo yelled and turned his body. As if that would work. Go San swiftly snatched Geumseo up. Then he placed him on top of himself and wrapped his arms tight around him.

“We’re old acquaintances.”

“No. I’ve never been acquainted with something like that.”