CBB Chapter 1.3

Woorak lay on the floor, tracing the patterns on the ceiling with his eyes. It felt like an eternity had passed, but it probably hadn’t. Time dragged on when there was nothing to do. He was getting hungry.

Surely this kid would at least give me food, right? What time was it? 

For now, he needed to play nice towards the kid and get out of here. Crazy or not, he was still just a kid. If he played his cards right, there might be a way out. Just then, he heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs.

Woorak quickly turned over and lay face down. 

Was it 0.7% of the human body that was water? 

The remaining 103% must be clothes. 

With his penis dangling out, both his body and mind felt shrunken and vulnerable.

Heedo sighed in relief at the sight of Woorak lying face down. He didn’t look so scary because he was naked, with only socks on. It seemed like a good decision. His unusually protruding buttocks were also kind of funny.

“Mister, here you go.”

He pushed two bags of red bean paste buns and a carton of milk towards Woorak. Woorak, glancing back at what Heedo was holding, sat up and turned around. He reached back with his bound hands to take the food and ripped open a bun with his teeth. He took a huge bite, practically devouring half of it in one go, then immediately complained,

“Hey, what’s with this tiny portion? Next time, bring five.”

After demolishing two buns in four bites, Woorak ripped open the milk carton. However, the damn carton was defective; instead of opening, it just tore along the seams. He struggled with it using his bound hands, and then a hand suddenly appeared and took the carton.

“Mister, let me do it.”

Heedo effortlessly opened the carton and handed it back. Woorak gave him a sideways glance as he drank, and Heedo subtly averted his gaze.

“What’s with the ‘mister’ this and ‘mister’ that? Why are you calling me ‘mister’? We’re not that far apart in age.”

“You look a lot older…”

“What?”

Woorak glared.

“…Then what should I call you?”

“Call me boss¹.”

“That’s a bit… I’m not your employee…”

“Then call me hyung-nim².” 

“Okay, hyung³.” 

Woorak shuddered at the word “hyung”. It gave him goosebumps.

“Damn it, that’s creepy. Call me hyungnim. Not hyung. Got it?”

Heedo pouted without answering. Woorak cringed. This kid was seriously his worst match.

“Did you call the police?”

“…No.”

“Why?”

“I’m scared. What if they come to my house?”

“You’re scared of the police, yet you do this kind of thing? So, you’re going to keep me locked up forever like you said?”

“That’s not it… hyung, I mean, hyungnim, when I’m certain that you won’t hurt me, I’ll let you go.”

“What the hell does that even mean? How am I supposed to give you that certainty?”

Heedo shook his head. 

Might as well die here. 

Woorak groaned, resting his forehead on his hands, which were propped on his knees. He sighed deeply and looked back at Heedo.

“Hey, give me some clothes. How can you just strip someone naked like this?”

“…No.”

“Argh! Fuck! Then at least give me my underwear. How am I supposed to run away naked?”

“If you wear underwear, it’s like being fully clothed…”

“They don’t even do this to prisoners. Have you ever seen a naked prisoner? This is… this is… human… human degradation! You’re fully dressed, and I’m completely naked. How is this treating me like a human being? I’m extremely humiliated right now.”

Whether it was the “human degradation” bit or not, Heedo’s eyes wavered. It was something he often heard from the religious deadbeats who borrowed money and never paid him back, but he never thought he’d be using the same line himself.

“…I didn’t think about that. Okay.”

Heedo stood up abruptly and started taking off his own pants. Seeing him hook his fingers into the waistband of his underwear, Woorak yelled,

“What the hell are you doing?! Why are you taking your clothes off?”

“You said you didn’t like being naked alone… From now on, when I come down to the basement, I’ll take my clothes off too.”

Then he pulled down his underwear. They fell with a heavy thud. Its size was unbelievably large. Just as his hair and body hair were light in color, so were his penis. It looked like a giant pink sausage. It was a size and thickness unlike anything seen in the market, but the overall shape resembled one. It swung like a pendulum as he approached.

“Aack, s-stay away, you freak! I’m going to puke!”

Heedo looked hurt. Standing there dejectedly in his short-sleeved t-shirt and nothing else, he looked like a proper pervert.

“If you don’t like this and you don’t like that…”

“A-Are you really crazy? Seriously, tell me the truth. You’re a bit… off up here, right?”

Woorak pointed a trembling finger at his own head.

“Why are you so mean? Saying you’re going to throw up… But you’re more disgusting. You’re hairy and dark… Your glans is pink, though…”

This bastard looked closely, didn’t he?

Woorak covered himself with his hands.

“So let’s both think about our eye health and put on some underwear. You don’t like seeing mine either, right?”

“…It’s tolerable.”

Woorak groaned and fell backward. He thought he’d been through a lot, but this was the first time he’d encountered such a slow-witted lunatic. He heard Heedo shuffling around, picking up the bun wrappers and milk carton.

Sighing to himself, Woorak awkwardly shifted and crossed his legs.

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?”

He shouldn’t have finished the milk. He’d been needing to go for a while, but he’d been so caught up in this crazy situation that now the urge was doubly intense. He felt his insides churning.

Seeing Woorak squirming and groaning in his urgent need to urinate, Heedo panicked. He spun around in place and then retrieved the empty milk carton from the pile of trash he’d been gathering to take upstairs and offered it to Woorak.

Bending over, Heedo’s t-shirt rode up, and the pink sausage peek out, dangling in front of Woorak’s face.

“Aack, s-shit, get away from me!”

Woorak flailed his hands wildly as if swatting away a fly. Heedo flinched and placed the carton on the floor, pushing it towards him with a crestfallen expression.

“You want me to piss in this?”

“There’s no bathroom in the basement.”

“Then take me upstairs for a second. I’ll come right back down after I’m done.”

“You seem to think I’m… a bit of an idiot.”

Wasn’t he?

“If you don’t want to do that, I’ll buy you some diapers, so wait a little bit.”

“Nah, forget it.”

Woorak grabbed the milk carton, grumbling with his whole body. As he was positioning himself, he made eye contact with Heedo, who was just staring blankly.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“I’m going to… take that when you’re finished.”

Woorak, finding the idea of sharing the same space with his own urine repulsive, knelt down while still grumbling. He debated whether to hold the milk carton or his penis with his tied hands, and eventually decided to place the carton on the floor and grab his penis.

As soon as he relaxed the muscles of his bursting bladder, a powerful stream of urine gushed out with a loud spash. 

The milk carton was knocked over.

“Oh? Oh!”

The stream of urine, like a broken dam, gushed out, soaking the floor. In his panic to reached down and grab the milk carton, Woorak let go of his penis. Losing his aim, the directionless stream sprayed everywhere like an upside-down showerhead. 

Heedo rushed forward, picking up the milk carton and held it close to Woorak’s penis. With his other hand, he grabbed Woorak’s penis and aimed it. 

Woorak felt the sensation of the urine passing through the carton vividly. Even after he finished urinating and Heedo even shook it for him, Woorak, who had been frozen stiff since earlier, remained unresponsive.

A moment later, Woorak shuddered and looked at Heedo as if he’d seen  a ghost. Heedo’s hand holding the milk carton was soaked in his urine. Below that, under his lifted t-shirt, his smooth glans met Woorak’s gaze head-on.

“Ugh, y-you, you bastard. Why are you hard?”

At his words, Heedo looked down at himself with a startled expression. He blinked as if he couldn’t believe it himself, the act utterly disgusting iself.

“You, you, you’re… gay, aren’t you? Right?”

“……No.”

His voice trailed off weakly.

“You are, you are! I knew it from the moment you stripped me naked. No wonder! The way you looked at me from the beginning was strange. It all makes sense now. You planned this whole thing, harboring ulterior motives for me all along!”

“No. I don’t know why this is happening, but I’m not gay. And you? No way…”

He shook his hands while denying it, but his penis bobbed along with the movement.

“Ah, fuck, you think this is the first time I’ve dealt with someone like you? One minute you’re acting all cold and distant, then the next you’re pretending to be drunk and trying to suck my dick. Or you act all innocent and polite, calling me “hyungnim,” then suddenly you turn into a rabid dog trying to jump on me. Now that I’m looking at you, your face… you have the face of exactly that type! This is it. This was it all along. I was wondering what great sin I committed to deserve this, and it was this. You told me to pee in there so you could see my dick, didn’t you? Right? You must have enjoyed it. Did you just look? You must have jacked it off in your hand, your dickhead must have been tingling. A young punk like you, instead of dating normally, locks someone up like this to satisfy your desires? You’re the kind of bastard who needs to get his dick chopped off. Hey! Cut off your own dick off with those scissors, you pervert!”