By Zephyria 
The man was stylishly armed in a navy blue suit. He had swept every single strand of hair back from his forehead. He had even applied a pheromone perfume that was said to be unforgettable once smelled. He dressed himself up to the fullest, like a male in heat courting a mate.
He looked polished enough to step right into a wedding hall as the groom.
And yet, the place he headed for was a prison cell. Good heavens, he had never dreamed he would be supporting a prisoner in such a manner.
It was a cramped space where one’s feet touched the wall just by stretching out while sitting. A place where one’s head touched the ceiling just by standing up. It felt exactly like entering a rabbit hole.
And there, just like a rabbit, Eun-myeong sat primly.
With hair that was long and sticking out in various directions, his chubby cheeks were beyond cute—they were lovely. Eun-myeong remained huddled in the corner today as well. Still, he seemed to have eaten a bit, as parts of the food tray were empty.
“…….”
By the way, the man had burst into a hollow laugh after receiving a report from Park Woong on the way. To think that among all the delicacies provided, the only things the boy had barely touched were rolled omelets and braised tofu. Was he lacking in protein?
“Is that all you wanted to eat?”
He chuckled. Then, he nonchalantly picked up and ate a steamed bun that had already grown cold.
He deftly removed the bones from the grilled eel that had gone untouched. Eun-myeong glanced at him, but as soon as their eyes met, he quickly whipped his head away.
Did he realize I was stealing a glance?
He rolled his eyes around, trying to gauge the situation.
But then, their eyes met again.
“Does Baby want some tender meat too?”
The man asked, but Eun-myeong played innocent, as if he had never looked at him. He deliberately avoided glancing in the man’s direction.
However, the cheek visible from the side was plump. He had gained a bit of weight in the meantime. His cheekbones were flushed, perhaps from embarrassment.
“Ah, I kept saying I really didn’t want to eat it….”
He muttered to himself, sounding resentful. The problem was that his “muttering” was so loud that the man could hear everything. His thick eyelashes drooped gloomily. He looked completely drained of energy.
Park Woong had handled things well. He said he told Eun-myeong he wouldn’t leave until he ate and kept watching him. With such a fragile nature, Eun-myeong must have felt that a strict person was suffering because of him and finally taken a few bites.
“You have to eat well so you don’t lose the plumpness in your backside.”
Having cleared the tray, the man now briskly rolled up his shirt sleeves. His forearms, with veins standing out, were revealed. He spread his jacket on the floor and took a jackknife from his belt. Then, he reached for Eun-myeong’s hand.
“I don’t want to, I told you I won’t do it….”
As Eun-myeong struggled, the man smacked his lips and glared. Either way, Eun-myeong’s resistance was nothing more than a bug fluttering its wings. He easily subdued Eun-myeong and began trimming his nails with the jackknife like a madman.
Uncharacteristically, the man bowed his head. Only then did Eun-myeong, who had whipped his head away, steal a glance at him.
“…….”
The massive frame was hunched over. Eun-myeong could feel that the man’s entire focus was concentrated on his tiny fingernails.
For some reason, Eun-myeong disliked that.
The fact that the man, who had seemed as grand and magnificent as the Taebaek Mountains to him, was now sitting in this tiny prison cell, meticulously clipping his nails.
“I told you I don’t want to….”
Overwhelmed by emotion, Eun-myeong jerked his hand away, and that’s when it happened.
Eun-myeong’s fingertip must have grazed the man’s face. Unfortunately, a half-clipped nail, sharp as a blade, left a streak of blood on his cheek.
Eun-myeong’s eyes widened in shock. As if he were the one bleeding, he trembled violently and stammered.
“T-that’s why I told you not to do it, that’s why I told you not to come to me….”
Eun-myeong fled to the corner and curled himself up. He wrapped himself in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon and wept silently.
He had wounded the man’s face. He just wished the man would leave; he didn’t know why he was so desperate to stay here. He was unbearably upset.
“Is that enough?”
But the man responded with more nonsense.
“You should smash my head too.”
He asked if he shouldn’t at least smash his head to truly cast him off, just as he had done to Chairman Go. Eun-myeong’s heart felt like it was breaking.
He had raised his voice at the man for no reason, but in truth, he knew. If he had only behaved quietly, the man wouldn’t have been hurt. It felt as though only bad things happened to the man whenever he was with him.
“That’s why it’s better if you listen well, hm?”
He asked, knitting his brows deeply. But soon, he reached out and grasped Eun-myeong’s hand, which was hidden under the blanket.
“I have to clip more.”
Eun-myeong resisted weakly against the force pulling him back. However, he soon became docile when the man stuck out his tongue and licked his cheek.
Because he felt so sorry….
“Tsk! You’ve got eczema on your nape like a baby!”
Once the nails were all clipped, the man took out a small container and twisted it open. It was a round, blue cream jar.
Wearing black gloves, he scooped out a dollop of cream with his thumb. The soft ointment clung to the leather.
“Come here, get on Mister’s lap.”
This time, the man dragged Eun-myeong along with the blanket. Eun-myeong tried to slip away like a loach, but he lacked the strength.
“Ugh… ugh, hng.”
It was a truly pathetic amount of strength. A newborn puppy would have been stronger. Unbothered, the man spread the ointment on the back of Eun-myeong’s neck. He pressed down and smoothed over every single fine peach fuzz hair.
The bumpy eczema on the pale skin had subsided significantly in the meantime. His skin was naturally fragile. It was the kind of skin that turned red the moment it was gripped with a bit of force, and wearing these coarse prison clothes had made it raw, like spoiled fruit.
The man rolled the prison clothes up.
“I really hate this, this kind of thing….”
Eun-myeong flapped his arms, but it was futile. The man pinned Eun-myeong’s arms tight against his armpits and pressed them with his own arms. When he applied it to the thin chest, the nipples stood up sharply.
“Ugh, hng, why there…!”
As he spoke in protest, the man’s crotch bulged.
“It broke out here too.”
The man’s hand delved inside Eun-myeong’s armpits.
He placed Eun-myeong entirely on his lap. Then, while stroking his cock, he softly kneaded Eun-myeong’s thighs.
“Look at how soft and squishy this flesh is, hmm? How am I supposed to quit this taste?”
As he did so, he let out groans—huff, huff, ugh—into Eun-myeong’s ear. It was utterly filthy and vulgar. Eun-myeong was scared to death that someone might hear.
The man, however, was completely carefree. He simply kneaded the inner flesh of Eun-myeong’s arms and his buttocks as if kneading dough, and released a lavish amount of semen. Splurt, splurt, the semen shot onto Eun-myeong’s palm.
“Huu.”
He let out a gluttonous, satisfied moan.
“You need to eat, your waist is getting too thin.”
Going a step further, he even looked regretful, and then he wiped Eun-myeong’s body with his tie. He patted Eun-myeong’s backside as if praising him for being a good boy. A smile formed on his lips, and for some reason, Eun-myeong’s heart began to thud.
He had resolved himself many times and hidden away, but once he actually left the man’s side, it was incredibly grueling. The environment was far worse than Eun-myeong had imagined.
In a situation where he had completely collapsed, the man came and hugged and comforted him like this, making his heart pound repeatedly.
Fearing that the sound of his heart might be discovered, Eun-myeong hid himself like a snail. He wrapped himself tightly in the warm, fluffy cotton blanket. He hated getting cold. Because then, he would naturally long for the man’s body heat.
He hated the thought that he might actually ask the man to hold him. The tender gaze, the embrace emanating hot body heat—they were all too difficult to resist.
Eun-myeong lay blankly on the bed. It felt as if the man were sucking the energy out of his entire body like a vampire.
As he stared blankly upward, thunder and lightning roared through the small window. Eun-myeong trembled with fear.
‘Oops….’
Turning his head, he saw the man lying on the floor. He wasn’t covered by a single blanket. Perhaps knowing that Eun-myeong was trembling, he was watching him from the darkness.
He wasn’t smiling. He was simply observing Eun-myeong with both eyes. Though there wasn’t a shred of light, the lightning flashed repeatedly, making the surroundings slightly bright. It was as bright as broad daylight, and the pale light seemed ready to pour down like fireworks at any moment.
“…….”
“…….”
The two looked at each other in the darkness.
With the man by his side, Eun-myeong, who had been shivering, was no longer afraid.
Sailors did not take their boats out to sea on days when such storms raged. It was only natural. They knew that venturing onto such a grueling sea path was dangerous and could cost them their lives.
There was no need to gamble.
But why was Eun-myeong…
Why was I… again…
The heart he had forced to stop was thumping again. It was screaming, pounding against the walls, saying I am here, please look at me.
Knowing that he must not harbor feelings for the man, why was he drawn to him like this again?
Eun-myeong closed his eyes.
Really, no more….