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Out of all the useless trash in the world, Gihun alone was intriguing.
He was still worthless trash, of course, but the Salesman couldn’t help but feel something more than the usual repulsion. From the first time he met the player at the subway station, the Salesman was intrigued.
Gihun looked utterly miserable that day, the Salesman just couldn’t resist a few teasing slaps before following through. The wince Gihun made was delicious.
He was fun to watch in that year’s games, too. The Salesman felt something close to satisfaction when Gihun stood alone in the end, victorious.
The Salesman had enjoyed watching his innocence and optimism fade and twist into bitterness and pain. But for some reason, he couldn’t get Gihun’s smile out of his head.
Maybe it was because Gihun’s smile was objectively cute and so naive it was laughable. Maybe it was because he never smiled now, and the Salesman liked remembering all that he lost since taking that player profile picture.
Whatever the reason, the Salesman was still thinking about that smile three years later, while waiting in Gihun’s love-motel-turned-bunker.
He already played one round of Russian Roulette with Gihun’s hired guys, and thought playing another round, with just him and Gihun, was a great idea. Standing there, looking at the calendar covered in red X’s and drinking some juice, the Salesman felt exhilarated.
Footsteps sounded behind him, then suddenly stopped.
The Salesman smiled. “It’s been a long time, Mr. Seong Gihun.”
A beat, and then the footsteps started again, slower.
The Salesman turned out to greet Gihun. He was wearing black clothes that suited his slim figure, and the Salesman was a bit disappointed to see that he cut his hair short.
The Salesman’s lips pulled upwards when Gihun shared that he was specifically looking for him, to thank him. Of course, he also knew that his search was to find anyone attached to the games and presumably kill them.
That’s another thing that made Gihun different from all previous winners, or even players. He was just so righteous, it was evident from watching him in the games three years ago.
As they talked, the Salesman’s excitement was mounting. Despite Gihun insulting him, the Salesman couldn’t wait to play with him.
When he shared the details of how he climbed to his current position, how he had the opportunity to clean out the trash that was his father, the Salesman watched Gihun carefully. The expected disgust and hate was there, but so was… sadness?
Without warning, the Salesman quickly pointed his gun at Gihun’s face.
“I shot him right in the middle of his forehead, and realized…” The Salesman smiled. “I’m cut out for this job.”
“Whether you shoot people in there, or con them outside, it doesn’t change anything,” Gihun said, slowly leaning forward towards the Salesman and the gun. “You have always been nothing more than their dog.”
The Salesman felt a flash of anger. He couldn’t stand for being insulted so much.
“Mr. Seong,” he gritted out, cocking the gun. “Do you think you’re special because you won the game?”
In response, Gihun leaned forward to press his forehead against the barrel of the gun.
“Someone like you could never know, or understand, how I made it out of there alive — and how it feels to play the games.” Gihun looked to be on the verge of tears, remembering the ghosts of his past.
Ah, there’s the Salesman’s opening.
He pulled the trigger, and the gun clicked. It’s been empty this whole time.
He lowered the gun, then leaned forward with a blood-flecked smile.
“Let’s play a game.”
Putting on some mood music, the Salesman explained the terms of this special game of Russian Roulette. It’s his favorite game; he’s glad that he can finally play with someone instead of forcing others to do so. The Salesman finally found someone worthy to play as his opponent, in this modified version he’s always wanted to play.
“But I’d like to make this game a little more serious,” the Salesman explained happily. “Because you’re special, Mr. Seong.”
He put a single bullet in the chamber, then spun the revolver on the small table between them.
It landed on Gihun first. When he held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, the Salesman’s breath hitched.
Click
Every minute he spent either with Gihun or observing him from afar, the more intriguing he became. Special, indeed.
Immediately after Gihun placed the revolver back on the table the Salesman picked it up and held it to his head, hesitating only a second with teeth bared and muscles shaking before pulling the trigger.
Click
It was Gihun’s turn.
“I’ve always wondered how you made it out of there alive,” the Salesman mused. “For one thing, you were even terrible at Ddakji.”
Click
Three rounds left.
Gihun threw the gun on the table with a heavy clatter.
The Salesman’s eyes were wide in excitement now, staring right into Gihun’s. Adrenaline pulsed through his body as he held the gun in Gihun’s face and leaned forward, forward, until he was only a few inches away from Gihun.
Then, he stuck the barrel of the gun into his mouth, holding eye contact for a few more charged moments before he pulled the trigger.
Click
The Salesman laughed, and removed the gun from his mouth to set back on the table for Gihun.
Two left. Down to the wire. Either him or Gihun will die, in the next two rounds.
The Salesman never felt so alive.
Gihun picked up the gun and went to hold it to his head, a bit slower this time.
“What’s the matter?” The Salesman asked, flushed. “Now your odds of death are 1 in 2. That’s pretty high indeed.” The Salesman nodded. “I’m sure you’re afraid. Lots going through your mind. Let me guess what you’re thinking right now…”
The Salesman grinned. “‘The gun is in my hand. Screw the rules. Pull the trigger once or twice, and I can blow this guy’s face off.’ Isn’t that right?”
Gihun stared at him.
The Salesman kept grinning. “If you want to meet the person you mentioned earlier, the key is in my pocket. You can simply shoot me with that gun, and take it — but I’ll have you admit one thing.”
He leaned forward. “That you’re a piece of trash, just like everyone else. A piece of trash who got lucky and made it out of the dumpster.”
He laughed again, grinning, leaning so far over the table towards Gihun that he could count every line on his face.
Without breaking their eye contact, Gihun got a steely look in his eyes, held the gun to his head, and with some anxiety pulled the trigger.
Click
The Salesman froze for a second, his eyes darting to the gun.
He really didn’t think Gihun would do it. He thought, for sure this righteous man would take his chance to shoot the awful, disgusting enemy.
But he didn’t. Gihun kept surprising him, kept acting different from all the other trash the Salesman had come across.
Gihun loosened his grip on the gun and held it out, and the Salesman leaned back to take it, their hands touching as he did.
One shot left. No more chances.
He lost the game.
“What’s the matter?” Gihun said. “Is your mind starting to race?”
The Salesman stared at him. They were still inches away.
“That’s right,” Gihun nodded. “Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me.”
Of course, the Salesman considered it. He’s mocking the Salesman. Beating him at his own game. He should feel insulted, and shoot Gihun dead for the audacity.
He couldn’t stop staring at Gihun.
“But I’ll have you admit one thing,” Gihun said lowly. “You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark, and wag your tail for them. You’re nothing more than their dog.”
The Salesman’s heart stuttered in his chest, but it wasn’t only in fear.
He was seconds away from dying. He was going to kill himself. He lost the game, it was only fair. And fairness was everything.
But first…
He couldn’t die without first…
He licked his lips.
With the gun still in hand, the Salesman lunged across the table and tackled Gihun to the ground.
Gihun shouted in surprise and immediately shoved at the Salesman, hitting and kicking to get him off, but the Salesman didn’t relent. He was stronger than Gihun, younger too, and used it all to his advantage.
Releasing the gun, he pressed Gihun down into the dirty floor, catching his wrists in a tight grip, squeezing painfully before forcing his arms down, above his head.
Gihun wriggled around, still fighting back and trying to buck the Salesman off him. “What the hell — ”
He cut himself off abruptly, freezing when one of his attempts to get the Salesman off instead resulted in their hips brushing together.
The Salesman grinned, taking advantage of Gihun’s shocked stillness to lean down fully, pressing his entire weight against Gihun, their bodies pressed together from their chests to their groins.
Gihun gasped as his brain finally caught up and realized what was happening. The anger in his eyes twisted into fear, making the Salesman grin widely.
“It’s obvious from your face that you didn’t think you’d ever be in this position,” the Salesman chuckled. “Don’t worry. I’m about to die. It probably won’t happen again.”
The Salesman repositioned so that he held both of Gihun’s wrists in one strong hand, releasing his other hand to travel down their flushed bodies. Gihun still wasn’t really moving, just staring up at the Salesman with eyes wide in fear.
The Salesman grabbed Gihun’s ass, moaning and rubbing himself on Gihun’s thigh. What use was shame, when death was imminent?
He huffed out a laugh through heavy breaths, arousal shooting through his body like a drug. “I wish you didn’t cut your hair. You looked so cute with long hair. It made me want to yank it.”
The Salesman moved his hand from Gihun’s ass to his thigh, pulling it up and bringing their groins together. The Salesman moaned at the feeling of his clothed, hot cock against Gihun’s, which seemed to be slowly filling out.
Gihun seemed incapable of speaking, and squeezed his eyes shut. His hands were clenched over the Salesman’s holding them in place, his nails digging into the skin.
“Aw, now don’t act so pathetic,” the Salesman cooed. “This’ll be good for you too.”
He rubbed Gihun’s thigh and ass, and rolled his hips into Gihun’s. He watched, enraptured, as Gihun inhaled sharply and threw his head back, his neck straining.
The Salesman’s mouth watered and he attacked Gihun’s exposed neck with lips and teeth, all while mercilessly rolling his hips and rubbing their cocks together.
The Salesman panted, arousal making his thoughts fuzzy and his body hot. He could hear Gihun, so close, making little noises with every breath. His chest was pressed against the Salesman’s, rising and falling so rapidly it might’ve been concerning if the Salesman cared.
“I told you you’re special, right?” The Salesman murmured, sinking his teeth into Gihun’s neck. “Ever since that day at the train station, I knew you were different. Pretty, for a man. Pathetic in a cute sort of way.”
Gihun whimpered. The Salesman detached from Gihun’s neck to loom above his face, reveling in the red of Gihun’s cheeks and the sweat on his brow. His hips were starting to twitch under the Salesman’s own, and the feeling of his now fully aroused cock against the Salesman’s was filthy and delicious.
“I can’t die without tasting you,” the Salesman panted, breath huffing against Gihun’s face.
He pressed their lips together hard. Gihun made a noise, and finally started to move. He pressed his arms against the Salesman’s hand, and the Salesman released his grip to instead grab at Gihun’s waist.
The Salesman moaned. “You feel so good.”
Gihun’s hands fly to his shoulders, grabbing and pulling at his suit jacket, his shirt, his skin. Pulling, not pushing. He was gasping again, but this time in arousal.
The sight of the former winner, desperate for climax below him, at his mercy, the Salesman reached his peak. With a few last desperate snaps of his hips, the Salesman moaned and saw white.
Gihun whined and rolled his hips as well, unconsciously sensing that this was the end and soon there would be no opportunity for release. Gihun wasn’t as ruthless as the Salesman, he wouldn’t take what he wanted just because he wanted it.
As the Salesman released into his pants, he smirked when he felt wetness from Gihun’s trousers as well.
The orgasm was great, and when the Salesman caught his breath it was great to see Gihun pinned beneath him getting his own pleasure as well.
He waited until Gihun’s eyes blinked open to roll off him.
“I’m truly sorry, Gihun,” the Salesman said with a sigh. “I would’ve liked to play more games with you.”
Gihun started to sit up, and the Salesman reached for the gun.
With nothing left, he pressed the barrel against his chin and pulled the trigger.
BANG