By Zephyria 
Eun-myeong crushed the man’s thigh with his buttocks.
Drip, drip. Water fell from his clothes. The leather seat became damp. His posture was precarious. To keep from falling backward, he had to put strength into his legs. He tightened his inner thighs and clung tightly to the man’s waist.
“Why are you squeezing a man’s waist?”
A large hand slapped Eun-myeong’s buttocks with a loud crack.
“Ah…!”
Startled and stung, Eun-myeong jumped. An unspeakable sense of shame made his face flush hot. He wanted to hide away somewhere out of embarrassment.
Why did he have to be carried like this in a man’s arms? It was uncomfortable and shameful, and he wanted to get down, but the man was holding his waist firmly.
…Where on earth were they going?
Soon, a glittering gold hotel appeared outside the car window. Eun-myeong knew the place, as he had come here several times to deliver sashimi. It was the
“Welcome.”
The attendant guarding the entrance bowed deeply. The pitch-black car rolled its wheels and was sucked inside the main gate. Then, it slowly came to a stop. Bear stepped out from the driver’s seat and walked around to the back. Click, he opened the door.
“President Kang, please step out here.”
Why, why did he have to get out here?
As if pushed, Eun-myeong placed one foot on the ground and flinched. He was barefoot. In front of the dazzlingly luxurious hotel, his scruffy appearance looked hideous. As he shrank back, intimidated, the man asked suggestively.
“Want me to carry you like a baby?”
It was a question asking if that was the only way he would come to his senses.
“No, no thank you.”
Eun-myeong quickly shook his head. Plap, plap, his tender soles clung to the marble floor.
As he entered the hotel, an even more extravagant sight greeted Eun-myeong. There were gold nuggets everywhere. Under chandeliers so bright they hurt the eyes, Eun-myeong hurried along, looking like a stray dog.
“Welcome.”
The staff clasped their hands and bowed politely. Eun-myeong couldn’t even make eye contact. He felt the gazes gathering on him and was overwhelmed by a sense of shame. It felt as if he were standing naked in a public square.
“Get in.”
The man gestured toward the elevator. Eun-myeong flinched and stopped. Could he ask the people around him for help? That he felt like he was being kidnapped, that someone should please re—report it…
However, he couldn’t let strangers suffer because of him. Ultimately, losing all will, he stepped into the elevator. The doors closed. Eun-myeong gripped his clothes tightly. Water dripped down.
Ding, it stopped at the 27th floor, the hotel’s top floor. The fluffy pile of the rug tangled around his damp, bare feet. The man tapped a card, and the doors opened.
“Go in.”
As he cautiously stepped inside, a heavy thud sounded behind him. A gust of wind brushed over Eun-myeong’s back. The door had closed. Once again, he was left alone with the man in a sealed space.
“Fuck, how the hell am I supposed to handle you?”
The man grabbed the knot of the tie that had been gripping his neck and ripped it off violently. He unbuttoned his shirt, which clung to his chest and wrinkled according to the shape of his hard muscles, one by one.
“I keep being nice and telling you you’re pretty, and you just keep plotting ways to play me.”
A chest that looked as solid as if brown bricks had been laid there was gradually revealed. His scent grew stronger. Without realizing it, Eun-myeong gasped, holding his breath.
“Strip.”
The man’s predatory gaze landed on Eun-myeong’s face.
“Wh-what…?”
Startled, Eun-myeong’s jaw dropped.
“I said strip. I need to search your body.”
The man took off his shirt entirely and threw it on the floor. His broad shoulders, looking dangerously wide, rippled as they were revealed. They were wider than a sashimi restaurant tray, and it looked as if a boulder had been placed on each shoulder.
“…M-my clothes?”
Moreover, the pitch-black tattoos scattered across his body added to the overwhelming sense of intimidation. The man looked unimaginably violent.
Then, with a clink, the man loosened his belt. Zzzip, he lowered the zipper. From his concave navel, dark pubic hair led down into his drawers. Even at a glance, the hair looked incredibly coarse and stiff.
Eun-myeong’s pubic hair, by contrast, was as soft as a newborn chick’s down…
“Ugh.”
He had no way to endure all these terrifying scenes crashing down on him. Eun-myeong squeezed his eyes shut. As he stepped back, his back hit the cold door.
“I don’t have anything on my body.”
Soon, a thudding sound brushed against his sensitized ears. While Eun-myeong was trembling, he felt a hand grip his chin. When he slowly opened his eyes, fortunately, the man had already thrown a dark turquoise robe over his body. His protruding collarbones looked incredibly fierce.
“Haa, I can’t trust your words.”
The man sighed as if it were a pity.
“Trust and faith have already been shattered.”
A thick thumb stroked Eun-myeong’s cheek.
“I really don’t have anything…”
“Do you know what gang bastards do to show their loyalty?”
Then, he pressed his thumb firmly into the tender skin.
“They cut off their pinky finger.”
Flinching, Eun-myeong’s jaw tightened. In an instant, his eyes welled with fear.
“Shall I do that to you?”
Eun-myeong slowly shook his head. Resignation gradually clouded his eyes. Then, he turned around, pressed his nose against the door, and took off his top. A torso where the white, thin bones stood out was revealed.
But after that, he couldn’t bring himself to… With his hand on his pants, Eun-myeong turned his head and looked up at the man with teary eyes.
“What are you doing?”
The man’s face was utterly expressionless. His face, which looked as if it were wearing a mask, seemed as though it would never negotiate. Eventually, Eun-myeong took off his pants.
He became naked, leaving only his soaked underwear and white socks. He felt so ashamed he thought he might go crazy. Perhaps because he had fallen earlier, blood was streaming from his knee.
“Turn around.”
Eun-myeong’s shoulders trembled violently. Slowly, very slowly, he turned around.
The man looked down at the trembling youth before him as if indulging in a feast. He was white and clean. His areolae were a pale pink, as if they had never been sucked. When the man’s eyes touched his chest, he curled his shoulders inward in embarrassment.
“Lift your armpits too.”
“Why… there?”
The man let out a short laugh.
“Do you know how much drugs those junkie bastards hide there? Once you pull them out, the smell of rot is overwhelming.”
Eun-myeong bit his lower lip hard. His plump lips swelled as if they might burst. Soon, Eun-myeong lifted his armpits. The hollowed-out part beneath his white, slender arms. It was a hidden place that one should never show others out of shame.
Huuph, the man inhaled sharply. It was the same expression he had when he buried his face in the handkerchief. An expression as if he had lost his mind. To anyone else, it would look as if Eun-myeong had actually hidden drugs under his arm.
“Hmm.”
The man let out a satisfied sigh. A licking gaze slowly moved from the armpits to the chest, and then further down. His thighs didn’t have a single handful of muscle. With those soft thighs, this brat had dared to wrap himself around the man’s waist.
The underwear clung damply to his groin. The thin volume, not even a handful, was brownish. The pubic hair seemed to peek through.
“Looks like there’s something there too, huh?”
As the man reached toward his lower body, Eun-myeong flinched, his shoulders shaking.
“Did you hide something under your balls without Mister knowing?”
Eun-myeong was driven into a corner. The sight of him standing on tiptoes to avoid the man was pitiful. His pink Achilles tendons trembled.
“Why aren’t you taking this off? Who knows what you’re hiding inside.”
“Customer…”
He felt like he was truly going to burst into tears. He was so cold and scared, and terrified because he didn’t know what would happen. He wanted to stop searching the hotel room with his eyes for something that could bury him.
Eun-myeong’s eyes turned bright red, and he swallowed a sob.
“I really don’t have anything.”
Then the man asked back.
“Should I not look?”
“Yes.”
Eun-myeong pressed his palm firmly against his underwear, pleading with him not to. He felt like he would die of shame if the man opened it.
“Why should I do that?”
If asked for a reason, there was none. But wasn’t it also true that there was no reason to look? What on earth could he hide in a thin piece of cloth like this?
The man’s voice became considerably softer.
“What if you hid an aphrodisiac in here?”
His voice sounded as if he were gently coaxing Eun-myeong.
“What am I supposed to do if you take an aphrodisiac, leak everywhere, and come lunging at me to poke your hole?”
“I can’t get things like that… I have no money, and I don’t know where to buy them…”
No more tears came. As Eun-myeong dropped his head, a voice landed above his forehead.
“Should I just let it slide because you’re young and pitiful?”
Only then did Eun-myeong nod.
“Yes…”
“You’re completely unreasonable.”
Ha, the man laughed. He gently bit the side of his middle finger. Eun-myeong felt him scan from his feet all the way up. It was a gaze that seemed lost in thought over what to do with him.
A brief, tense silence followed.
“Go wash up.”
At the instruction that followed, Eun-myeong lifted his large eyes. His pupils wavered at the ambiguous meaning of the words.
“I said go wash up. I have no intention of eating someone who smells like breast milk.”
At the roughly added words, Eun-myeong curled his toes. It wasn’t that he had misunderstood that such a person would touch someone like him. He was simply unbearably ashamed of his own thin and unsightly self.
“Yes…”
Eun-myeong walked with plapping steps. Fearing the man might snatch him from behind, he hurried and quickly entered the bathroom. There was a luxurious, large bathtub that he didn’t have at home.
‘…It’s too cold.’
He turned the water on full blast. Even in this situation, he was inwardly impressed by the excellent water pressure. When it was this cold, the faucets at his house would freeze solid. If it were just like this, hand-washing clothes would be so much easier. Fearing the gas bill would be too high if he used water that was too hot, he deliberately set it to lukewarm.
With a miserable feeling, Eun-myeong took off his socks and underwear. Completely naked, he quickly stepped into the tub.
As he sat with his knees pulled together, the water, warm enough to feel good, wrapped around his skin. Contrary to his mind, his body relaxed and grew languid. It was because he had been hit by the cold rain and had been in a state of tension all day.
Eun-myeong bathed for a long time. His entire body became faintly reddish, like a well-cooked piece of salmon. Since he would have to face the man again upon leaving the bathroom, he stalled as long as possible.
How long had it been? Looking down, his fingers had become shriveled.
“……”
At this rate, his whole body felt like it would bloat and burst. He couldn’t stay here forever.
‘Let’s go out.’
Eun-myeong steeled his resolve. Since he couldn’t go out naked, he took the white robe hanging on one side and put it on. The fluffy, soft cotton wrapped around his neck, which looked like a well-ripened fruit.