Is a 12-Year Gap Still the Same Age? 27

Yeonwoo, the illegitimate child of a member of the National Assembly, has been disguised as an adoptee and spent over thirteen years living under oppression and torment — but he has one dream.

To win the favor of the "fucking-pervert-bastard Mister," who will be buying him, and never have to return to his original home!

The date of his sale is set, and Yeonwoo steels himself with firm resolve.

Even if the insane, irredeemable man who bought him is someone he can't stand to associate with — he'll cling to his side like a leech and never let go!

And so, at the place he's brought to, he meets a man who is unbearably gentle: Kang Jihyeok.

"You were just born, weren't you?"

"From now on, baby gets to choose everything for lunch and dinner."

"I hate it when someone wakes up before me."

Yeonwoo finds himself helplessly falling into the warmth that Kang Jihyeok radiates….

"Do you like me, Mister?"

"Of course."

He had asked with a trembling heart, and the answer came back without a single moment of hesitation.

"I like you a lot."

"Why do you like me?"

"Just because, Yeonwoo."

His lips curved upward into an arc, revealing his neat teeth.

"I just like you."

A story of a baby who spent over thirteen years living in hell, and a Mister who trusts no one — meeting each other, saving each other, and falling in love.

"I like you, Mister."

He meant it.

Yeonwoo liked Kang Jihyeok.

He had pulled him out of that hellish home and cherished him with such gentleness — hadn't he?

Whenever he looked at him, his heart beat faster and his face flushed red.

Sometimes, his heart pounded so fast and so loud that he worried Jihyeok might actually hear it.

If this isn't the feeling of liking someone, then what is it?

"No, Yeonwoo."

It was a name he'd always heard, so it usually stirred nothing in him.

But "Yeonwoo" spoken from Kang Jihyeok's lips was different from every other time he'd ever heard it.

"When you truly like me."

"……."

"That's when we'll do it."

"……."

"Not as friends with benefits."

The hand that stroked his tear-streaked cheek and smoothed his disheveled hair was careful — and at the same time, warm.

"As lovers."