Since the President sucked mine, I’ll take care of his once too! Come here!
Seongyeom didn’t have the courage to say something like that. It was just that the prevailing thought was that since he’d received something difficult to accept readily, he wanted to return it equally. There’s an opportunity to repay the favor right before my eyes!
“I see.”
Siwon, who had been about to go outside, stopped and leaned against the doorway. Should I say his guts are amazing for grabbing me when just moments ago he was scared and on guard, or should I say he’s shameless?
Siwon, who had returned to a poker face, recalled something he’d vaguely heard from Daerim. That he seemed to have claustrophobia. So he thought it would be fine if he moved him to his own room, which was several times larger than the opposite room he’d given him. But the Lee Seongyeom he’d just seen still seemed to struggle sleeping alone.
“President…?”
Seongyeom looked at the empty space with a dumbfounded face at Siwon, who suddenly turned around and went outside. The sound of Siwon moving around outside the bedroom could be heard. The sound of putting down the clothes he was holding, the sound of a belt clinking as he took off the pants he was wearing, and even briefly the sound of water.
Seongyeom sat in a daze listening to those sounds. It didn’t even take five minutes for Siwon, who had finished all his preparations, to return to the bedroom. Siwon, who had changed into fuzzy white short-sleeved knitwear loungewear, appeared at the doorway again and said.
“See, is this okay?”
“What?”
Seongyeom questioned at Siwon’s out-of-the-blue words. Siwon dragged over a vanity chair and sat at a distance from the bed where Seongyeom was lying. In that short time, he must have even brought documents, as he shook a pile of papers.
“I’ll be here. So sleep.”
“…Ah, yes.”
No! Just a moment ago you were acting like you were going to devour someone, why are you suddenly being so gentle!
Seongyeom held back what he wanted to ask and kept his lips tightly sealed. He blinked his large eyes, then when he realized Siwon had no intention of moving at all, he completely lost his energy.
“Ugh… what is this…!”
At Seongyeom muttering something incomprehensible, Siwon let out a chuckle and then lowered his gaze to the documents he was holding. It was the report about Lee Seongyeom that Daerim had brought.
On the first page, along with a passport photo with a slightly tense expression, the number twenty-three was written in a font thicker than the name. It must be Daerim’s mischievous prank.
Below that was written simple educational background and family relations. An only son loved and raised by a strong-willed mother and good-natured father. It was written about a family that was too ordinary and happy-looking, one that he himself could never have.
“Ha…”
Just looking at the family relations, it’s like reading a fairy tale rather than a background investigation report. But every household has wounds to dig into. Siwon had always dug into those points to achieve what he wanted. Siwon, who had returned to the cold eyes of the Kwonmyeonghoe Boss, wore a self-deprecating smile and continued reading the report about Lee Seongyeom.
“President, the way you work is really…”
Seongyeom turned on his side and watched Siwon concentrating on the documents as if appreciating a work of art. Thanks to sleeping a lot earlier, his mental state was more alert than ever. If only his legs were fine, he felt like going over to massage his shoulders.
“The best.”
He decided to lie propped up on his arm and appreciate each aspect of the President working beside him. When he thought that if not now, when would he enjoy such a luxury again, this moment felt even more precious.
The President’s eyes, looking calmer than usual, are what should I say, like a sexy salaryman working late into the night?
With such a handsome face, he could be a celebrity, so why did he become a gangster? Cheong and Seoldong too, even Ahjussi Daerim—none of them have bad visuals. I guess they each have their stories?
But wait, is the President’s lower half okay?
I’ve never seen him sleeping, has he gotten any sleep?
What is he looking at like that?
Oh, he’s smiling again. To smile with that face, my heart hurts…!
Seongyeom also let out a beaming smile following the smiling Siwon. Siwon didn’t take his eyes off the report the whole time, but he knew Seongyeom hadn’t fallen asleep. He spoke with a face devoid of any smile, as if nothing had happened.
“If you keep not sleeping, I can put you to sleep myself.”
At those words, Seongyeom, finding courage from somewhere, talked back to Siwon’s words for the first time.
“…Go ahead then. But, President, why do you keep pretending to be nice since earlier?”
Siwon, who took his eyes off the documents, raised his eyebrows until his forehead wrinkled and looked at Seongyeom. What does that even mean? At Siwon’s expression, Seongyeom giggled like a child. He was simply delighted and amused to discover that Siwon’s face, which he’d only known to be cold, had quite many expressions. He felt happy in this moment when he could freely look at and laugh with the person he liked.
“So frivolous…”
Siwon shook his head as if unable to stop such a Seongyeom and took out glasses from his pocket. Then Seongyeom made a noticeably surprised expression.
“President, you wear glasses too?”
When he asked quite seriously, Siwon showed him by putting on transparent-framed glasses instead of answering. Seongyeom frowned deeply as if he couldn’t believe it and even covered his mouth.
“Is it okay for a gang boss to look this intellectual? This is totally cheating!”
“…Aren’t you going to sleep?”
Contrary to Seongyeom, who became more lively as time passed, Siwon was gradually feeling drained. Right, Lee Seongyeom was a young man in his early to mid-twenties. He had been overlooking that fact. Siwon became briefly troubled. He exhaled enough to make his straight back curve.
Hyerin… I was briefly dominated by my lower half and swayed by that young guy, but that kid is twenty-three… To put such a guy in the position of Hwaju that you protected…
“President. I can’t sleep.”
Siwon, who had been offering a prayer of repentance to his dead wife, abruptly raised his head.
“Could you put me to sleep?”
He subtly made space on one side and smiled beamingly. As if I could pretend not to see that face. Siwon let out a hollow laugh and closed the documents he’d been looking at.
“Ah.”
“……”
“Ah!”
“……”
“Ah! Ah, it hurts, be gentle!”
“Shh. You talk too much. Sleep.”
It was good up to the point of pulling the President to the side saying he couldn’t sleep. The President who came up onto the bed said he would sit by his side until he fell asleep. Although the distance had narrowed from end to end of the room to end to end of the bed…
‘Why are you sitting at the very edge when there’s this wide bed…!’
What’s the use of all this? Seongyeom, having already gathered his courage, put on a thick face once more and asked Siwon to pat him so he could sleep well. He made an expression asking what kind of trick this was, so he had to hurriedly add some MSG.
He said he might have a seizure if someone didn’t pat him when sleeping. He thought he’d get scolded for sure at the obviously hastily made-up words anyone could hear, but surprisingly, it seemed to work on the President.
Is it, is it working? Finally I can feel the President’s warmth…!
“……”
“There, okay?”
What exactly is okay?
Who asked to be hit, not patted!
Seongyeom glared at Siwon sitting behind him with resentment. I gathered so much courage for this! To do it this way!
“I can hear your eyes rolling around.”
“This is really too much…”
At the voice grumbling quietly alone, unable to protest directly, Siwon let out a chuckle. When he released the strength from the hand that had been striking his side, he felt Seongyeom also make his posture a bit more comfortable.
I tried to accommodate him as much as possible because I felt sorry he got involved in gang business, but this young thing keeps trying to test me. What am I supposed to do when I want to tease him because he’s cute acting slyly?
Before long, the rough gesture that had been striking between his pelvis and side had changed into a gently patting touch. Seongyeom, who noticed this, closed his eyes for a moment and felt Siwon’s warm touch.
“Ha!”
Seongyeom, who had almost fallen asleep again because the patting touch felt so good, opened his eyes wide again. At this rate, isn’t sleep component seeping out from the President’s body? Seongyeom was feeling a comfort as if he was lying in his own room, on his own bed.
“What is it this time?”
Siwon, who had failed to put him to sleep again, asked in a voice heavy with fatigue. Looking at the clock on the wall, quite some time had passed.
I thought I could put the guy to sleep quickly and get some shut-eye. He was thinking he should gradually look for his phone he’d thrown somewhere. He was concerned about the twins’ condition, and he had to respond to the Gangwon branch’s active movements. He couldn’t neglect business preparations either.
“This time… aren’t you going to do that thing?”
It was a statement that instantly organized Siwon’s increasingly urgent feelings.
“What?”
Siwon stopped patting and asked back. He grabbed the glasses he’d been wearing in thirst. The desire-filled eyes he’d been hiding beyond the lenses tenaciously pursued Seongyeom’s lips.
“What did you just say?”
The touch grabbing his forearm instead of his injured shoulder was careful. Seongyeom examined Siwon’s face, which looked quite serious, unlike the attitude toward him. And he sat up, bringing out the words he’d been holding back.
“Sex… I mean.”
Siwon, who had grabbed both of Seongyeom’s arms, let out a sigh. A subtle sense of self-reproach swept through Siwon’s heart.
Ah, Hyerin.
I’ve completely ruined a child.
What should I do with him?
Siwon, who had been keeping his eyes tightly shut, suddenly felt a touch gently stroking down below. He grabbed that hand in surprise. Seongyeom was equally surprised. The two looked at each other with wide eyes.
