Rabbit Hole

II. Yoo Yoohyun

POV: Sung Heejae

This guy has been getting on my nerves, but a certain feeling I'm getting at the moment was stopping me from outwardly stating this frustration.

Right now, his expression was bothering me.

“…Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?!” he cried while wearing a pained expression.

I was starting to doubt if this guy was in his right mind…Did I just get caught up with a madman again? This question remained in my mind as he pulled and dragged me back to the room I was in earlier. But this guy turned out to be having hallucinations at the moment, based on how things were looking.

Should I just kill him and leave?

…No, I had no way to ensure the proper means to get away with it, and it'll just add on the things I had to deal with. Tch, why now when Baek Dokgu recently just…

“...If there's one thing I know that has always worked to relieve you of worry, then say no more.”

Huh? What was he saying no–“Kgh!” This man just shoved me to the bed, and then started to take off the robe he's wearing. Ah, so we're going ‘that’ way?

“Just so that you won't suddenly disappear again.”

“…Hah!”

Fuck.

As if a switch in him was turned, this guy suddenly changed attitudes. His eyes were dull, but seemed dangerous. All of my senses felt like it was telling me to get out of the situation, but what could I do? His heavy weight kept me pinned to the bed, not only that but his grip strength felt like it could break my wrist the moment I tried to resist. I didn't want to risk hurting my dominant hand any further for something trivial.

This man slid his hand under my shirt and slowly took it off of me. It appeared my pants were next, as he moved his hand towards my waist. He then proceeded to kiss me on my chest, slowly tracing his lips towards mine.

My lips were pursed and did its best to not let out much of my voice.

“How is it, noona?”

Ah.

– How is it, Heejae? Do you feel it?

This sure brought back some memories.

This current predicament is certainly similar to that, when I thought about it. But in this case, it wasn't supposed to be me in this role. It's as if I substituted for a female lead in a ridiculous play.

At some point, “my male lead's” kisses has turned into bites and has become rougher and rougher as he went on. I could only go with the flow, as to not end up causing trouble for myself later down the line.

“Then…” he paused for a bit. “As always, tell me when I'm doing it wrong.”

“...?”

What was this about now?

Before I could even properly think of a possible conclusion from his remark, this guy lifted me up, making me realize he had already taken off all my clothes. As I was wrapped in his embrace, I could feel two fingers slowly edging on my bottom.

“...”

“...Noona? Is something–”

“This better not hurt.”

I knew it would, considering the enormous bulge in his crotch, but I still had to say it. Somehow, my words made him frown but still nodded like he understood it. What's up now?