# Chapter 60
Jaei normally doesn’t use seduction tactics unless his target is Doha, but this was an emergency situation, so he had no choice but to deploy his special technique. Throughout his life, whenever he deliberately used his beauty to win, he had never failed. His success rate was 100%.
In fact, Jaei once invited to his company a self-proclaimed anti-fan who uploaded fake news videos and ran a channel criticizing his acting frame by frame. Claiming he wanted to set the record straight, this person accepted Jaei’s invitation and showed up with a wreath bearing the phrase “Let the conscienceless Lee Jaei return his Cannes and Venice Film Festival acting trophies!”
The moment he entered the office, he shouted, “It’s clearly an illegitimate award! You must have slept with the jury members!” But upon seeing Jaei in person, he stood there blankly as if he’d forgotten everything he had prepared to say.
Jaei sat across from him at the table, cupped his cheeks with both hands like a flower, and aggressively fluttered his eyelashes. After being fanned by Jaei’s eyelashes, the man confessed in a dazed voice:
“Jaei-ssi, I can’t think of anything right now. Except that you should also claim the Berlin Film Festival acting award.”
At any rate, having successfully bewildered Hong Duyoung’s mind, Jaei pretended to have a serious conversation with the now incredibly stupid man while stalling for time. When Hong Duyoung began confessing his twisted love, Jaei acted as if he was gradually being drawn into his obsession and madness.
“So that was real love to you, Director.”
“Yes. The ancient Greek philosophers and artists would with their young disciples…”
Jaei hid his middle finger under his thigh and listened to all of Hong’s sophistry. Then, pretending to understand his love, he whispered in a low voice, “Take a shower.” Rising to his feet and shyly walking toward the bathroom with quick little steps, Hong Duyoung—who was always desperate to include Jaei’s nude scenes in his works—jumped up from his seat.
As Hong hastily removed his cardigan like a beast, Jaei approached him smoothly and took off his glasses. He removed Hong’s top with his own hands and, to avoid suspicion that this was a trap, let Hong unbutton his shirt, undo his belt buckle, and naturally slipped the watch off Hong’s wrist.
When removing the watch, Hong Duyoung clearly flinched slightly. But he quickly pretended nothing was wrong. Catching this momentary change, Jaei could be certain. The man was deliberately acting nonchalant, leaving the suspicious object in Jaei’s hands to avoid raising suspicion.
Through this process, Hong Duyoung was transformed into a perfectly naked radish. Just as Hong was pulling down Jaei’s pants, the doorbell rang. Hong Duyoung snickered.
“Looks like he’s finally here, that guy pretending to be Ryu Doha.”
To boast to Doha about claiming Jaei’s body, Hong Duyoung marched to the front door in his natural naked radish state and flung it open. Jaei, hugging Hong’s clothes, glasses, and wristwatch tightly to his chest, watched Hong’s back with pitying eyes while pulling up his pants. Then, with his back turned, he carefully examined the watch’s design. Discovering a tiny cable port, a victorious smile spread across his face.
At that moment at the front door, men identifying themselves as police were asking for Lee Jaei, and the naked radish shouted, “So that kid really did report this. What’s the problem?” Soon, a loud police voice was heard again.
“Is Lee Jaei here?”
“Yes~ I’m right here~”
Jaei answered elegantly to the police call, tossing his hair with a flourish. Clutching the clothes and watch to his chest, he hurried over with quick little steps, kindly offered the clothes to the naked radish, and quickly made up a lie.
“Director, cover yourself quickly! I hear a journalist I know outside! Doha must have contacted the press too! You know I have good hearing, right?”
“What? Journalists?”
Hong Duyoung, who had been standing proudly before the two policemen shouting “Is it a crime to make love with my partner naked in my own home?”, hastily started dressing upon hearing Jaei’s words. Meanwhile, Jaei firmly pressed the watch into a police officer’s hand and swiftly communicated his message through expressions, gestures, small whispers, and lip movements.
“This man is a murderer. Please keep this watch. I think it’s a recording device.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the police secured the watch as evidence and made gestures to protect Jaei. Though embarrassed because he couldn’t gather his belongings and his buttons were still undone, he couldn’t stay in this house for even one more second. The moment he darted out between the two police officers without even putting on his shoes, he fell right into someone’s arms as if being tucked into a basket.
Though he couldn’t see the face, he could tell who was embracing him like a net from the touch and smell alone. The moment he inhaled his scent, tears of relief reflexively filled his eyes.
Doha was still using the gentle moisturizer he’d used since he was a baby as the very first step of his skincare routine. Jaei buried his face in Doha’s cheek and sniffed like a puppy. It felt like his mind and body were calming down with the sweet scent of his beloved baby’s cheeks.
Doha, having removed his baseball cap, hid Jaei in his large embrace and knelt on one knee. He firmly supported Jaei’s body with his strong arms and legs, allowing him to rest comfortably in his arms, if only for a moment, before going for police questioning.
“Relax, just be comfortable.”
Doha spoke maturely in a voice deeper and thicker than usual. Having arrived in the safest place in the world, Jaei went limp, releasing his stick-rigid body. As his neck gave way and his head fell back, Doha’s large palm caught the back of his head.
Jaei felt a strange sensation. Doha, who still smelled like a baby on his cheeks, was using his large body like a tool to make Jaei’s thin frame as safe and comfortable as possible.
Moreover, this boy—famous for being insensitive and imperturbable—was glaring at Hong Duyoung, who was talking with the police, his eyes gleaming like a predator. Doha’s nerves were sharp as blades. His kind, round eyes had turned fierce.
Without taking his savage gaze off Hong Duyoung, Doha slowly lowered his head and gently rubbed his lips against Jaei’s soft cheek and smooth bridge of nose. Then, gradually moving his lips, he methodically kissed Jaei’s entire face.
Jaei, who clearly had feared nothing until just moments ago, suddenly felt sadness rising within him. He clenched his mouth shut to hold back tears, but whimpering sounds still escaped through his lips.
In truth, ever since Doha had regained his memories, Jaei kept acting like an eight-year-old child whenever they were together. Despite the fact that he was seven years older than Doha. Especially now, Doha felt unusually adult-like.
Hearing the whimpering sounds, Doha shifted his gaze to Jaei and made eye contact. Jaei was trembling pitifully like a small animal with his lips pressed tightly together. Doha removed the fierceness from his eyes and filled them with worry and concern. He wanted to massage Jaei’s hands and feet, rub his back and chest in circles, but unable to use his hands now, he had no choice but to soothe the crying with his lips.
After absorbing every tear streaming down Jaei’s eyes, once the tears subsided, he asked very carefully.
“Jaei. Was I… late?”
His voice was devastating yet solemn. Jaei, his small face soaked with tears, shook his head vigorously and smiled. Doha wasn’t late at all. He had moved at the perfect timing, and Jaei was truly grateful. It was just that he had no energy left to explain what had happened to him, and tears kept coming, so he couldn’t continue speaking.
Doha rose slowly to his feet while holding Jaei in his arms. He gently set Jaei down on the ground for a moment, took off his rider jacket and wrapped it around Jaei’s body. Then he put his baseball cap on Jaei’s head.
“There are reporters downstairs.”
As he spoke, Doha’s large eyes filled with anger. This expression, too, was one Jaei had never seen before. It was somewhat deranged, as if his reason had left home. Even then, Jaei was so focused on collecting his emotions and recovering his strength that he didn’t notice Doha was having a serious misunderstanding.
Doha, who had been consistently practicing self-defense to take down Hong Duyoung, stretched out his large fist and flexed his hand while saying:
“I should have never let you go. Knowing it was dangerous, why did I do that? Why did I let you suffer like this? All for my revenge.”
His voice was heavy with self-blame and regret. Having stopped crying, Jaei scratched his cheek and looked at Doha. Everything had gone perfectly according to plan—why was he acting like this?
Now all they needed to do was go to the police station, meet with the lawyer and company director, accurately testify about everything that had happened, have the company issue an official statement as a press release, and begin legal proceedings with the lawyer.
“Doha. I was just pretending to be weak in front of you.”
Jaei forced himself to gather strength and grabbed Doha’s collar. A single tear dropped from Doha’s eye. But literally, it was just one drop. The crybaby no longer shed tears and just swept back his bangs with his large hand.
Still glaring at Hong Duyoung, who was loudly arguing with the police, he loosened his shoulders and neck. He looked like a predator about to bite the neck of his enemy, or a boxer preparing for a sparring match.
“Jaei, if I become a murderer, just visit me occasionally. Don’t wait for my release. You can date someone else, but have them vetted by me first. If there are multiple candidates, I’ll choose one for you. I’ll trust you with the penalty fees for the dramas and commercials.”
With a completely cold face, Doha quickly planned for the future and briefed Jaei. Finally noticing Doha’s misunderstanding, Jaei blocked Doha with his whole body as he was about to commit murder with his massive fists in front of the police. Then, to prove his physical health, he hopped up and down in front of Doha, saying:
“Doha, Doha! Doha! Look at me!”
