Absolutely not! Before the trouser buckle could come undone, Gang quickly grabbed the man’s hands and held them firm.
If he interpreted what the man was saying, it essentially amounted to — forgive him in exchange for one round of sex. He was enormously tempted by the idea of taking the man’s first time, but he would not be swayed. The moment he steeled himself with that resolve, it wasn’t his heart but his body that tipped backward. Because the man had gripped his shoulders and pushed him back. Naturally, the man climbed on top of him.
The moment the back of his head sank into the plush mattress, the wave of alcohol that had been receding came crashing back. The handsome face above him split from one into two, then three, spinning circles around the ceiling. Three handsome faces…… that’s a lot, so that’s good.
“Stop spacing out. You have to answer.”
His eyes, which had gone unfocused, snapped back into clarity as the man bit down on his lower lip.
As the three versions of the man’s face merged back into one, Gang looked away — and caught sight of his robe, which had fallen open carelessly as he lay down.
“Ahh!”
If you were going to put the robe on me, you could’ve at least put underwear on me too!
He reached both hands down toward the part of himself that was now very plainly on display. Being seen like this in front of a man who was fully and neatly dressed made it twice as mortifying. He fumbled urgently to pull the robe back together — and the man’s knee slid in between his legs, getting in the way.
“Back off!”
He failed several times trying to tie the sash — his hands were far clumsier than the man’s. Were his hands drunk too? Flustered, he kept missing with his hands, then tried pushing the man’s thigh — it didn’t move an inch. The increasingly awkward position made his face burn hot.
“Ugh, move— I said move!”
He said it with a helpless expression, but the man only looked down at him with an unreadable one.
Fine, forget it. He yanked the robe roughly closed and tried to pull back and escape — but the man’s left arm, planted on the bed above his shoulder like a rooted tree, stopped him. He was trapped by nothing more than two arms, and yet he couldn’t go anywhere, as if all four limbs had been bound. It made him stubborn. Fine. Let’s see who wins.
This time he bent both knees and pulled his legs together, thinking he’d roll sideways and slip off the bed — and as he pulled his legs in—
“Ah!”
The man’s knee, which had been settled between his thighs, pressed in deeper — and their hips met without a single gap between them. He’d given the man exactly the opening he needed. The unmistakably solid presence pressing against him drew an involuntary sound out of Gang.
“When you dodge like that, I get hurt too…….”
The face looking down at him was so pitiable it made Gang want to gather him up and pat his back on the spot — but below, it was pressing against him as if it might burrow inside him at any second, and he couldn’t tell which was the real one. Whether the wounded expression was real, or whether the swelling below was real……. Even in a situation like this, having to doubt whether the man was lying — it was infuriating.
“Baby— hm?”
At the continued sound of baby, Gang covered the man’s mouth with both hands again. He’d lost count of how many times today he’d done that.
“Stop calling me that from now on. I won’t call you that either.”
The moment he licked his dry lower lip, he realized.
His bottom half is definitely real! Why is it getting bigger?!
The skin touching the man — whose top and bottom seemed to be operating independently — felt like it was tingling, and Gang lifted his hands away.
“Then what are you going to call me?”
He hadn’t thought that far ahead…… It had been half-impulsive. The man seemed to want an answer, so Gang racked his brain as hard as he could — but no appropriate title came to mind. Bastard! Liar! Con artist! Thief! That was about the extent of it.
“Hmm, don’t tell me you want to call me Boss? Or Director?”
Unlike Gang, whose thoughts were full of insults, the titles the man suggested were unexpectedly ordinary. But they were things Gang could absolutely never call him.
Boss! His pride would never allow that title. He’d thrown around the word so many times as a swear that Boss to him wasn’t a form of address — it was closer to an insult. In the office, every time the guys did something that got on his nerves, he’d been busy scolding them by calling them things like acting like the damn Boss of the Gangho faction.
And what, Director? Did he need to feel like he was still clocked in even after leaving work?! Come to think of it, he also had to demand an explanation for why this man had been making his life difficult within the organization — but the situation below kept distracting him and his mouth kept opening and closing without getting anywhere. He squirmed to try to break contact with the lower half pressed against him, strained to pull his spread legs together, but—
“Ah, Gang…….”
A groan from the man that came out like a sigh — and Gang froze completely. And then he stopped struggling and admitted it. That moving any more would only fuel the man’s excitement further.
“D— Director?”
Better than the outdated, crude title of Boss — at least Director Kang has some class to it, he thought, and let it slip out.
“Hmm? You want to call me that?”
Had the man taken it simply as Gang wanting to switch from baby to Director? The man just smiled prettily at being called Director, saying nothing more.
“If Gang likes it, I don’t mind…… but I don’t love the idea of you calling me the same thing as everyone else.”
But it seemed his choice hadn’t landed quite as well as expected — the man made a low hmm sound and considered it, then lowered his upper body and murmured into Gang’s ear.
“Should I make it so only our Gang can call me that?”
With their bodies perfectly overlapping from chest to waist, Gang was completely trapped beneath him — like a slice of ham and cheese sandwiched together with nowhere to go.
The way someone addresses you is up to the person calling — how exactly was he planning to make that Gang’s exclusive?
“Hm? Should I do that?”
Gang shook his head at the terrifying images his imagination conjured. The man’s prompting words tickled against his ear. He wanted to scratch at it badly, but his position made even that impossible — and his eyes were darting in circles when a decent title suddenly came to him.
“Oh — mister!”
He shouted it right into the man’s ear, and feeling elated at having found something far better than Boss or Director, he went on.
“Not Director. I’m going back to calling you mister.”
That should be clear enough, right? The grand message I’m sending — let’s go back to the title from before we were ever involved! He’d packed it with more than just a change of title — it was a terrifying warning that their whole relationship could revert to what it had been then. I’m this angry, alright!
It was the title he used to throw out reflexively every time their eyes met, right up until they got together. The memory came back to him — how he’d trailed after the man relentlessly, pestering him until the man’s ears must have been raw from hearing it.
Can I call you, mister? Hey, mister— don’t be like that, hang out with me. Mister, do you really think my face is nothing special? Really? Everyone else says I’m handsome…… just look at me. Hm? Mister—.
The organization members who shared the office back then used to watch his ardent pursuit and shake their heads in disbelief. They said even the most ruthless loan shark in the world had nothing on him. Whenever he had free time — or even when he didn’t, making time out of thin air — he’d gone to find the man, and since that was the only trade he’d ever known, he’d even tailed him in secret.
Following him around. Eavesdropping. So in a way, Gang had started loving like a loan shark who’d handed over his entire fortune.
Back then, burning up with a fever over him — everyone around must have known even then. That the Gangho faction rookie had lost his mind over Gangho faction’s leader, Kang Jaeho. Gang had been the only one who didn’t know, all that time. All the stalking he’d done had been for nothing — he’d had no clue whatsoever. It was because nothing about where they first met, the man’s office that he’d worn the doorstep thin going in and out of, what the man did, or even his face gave any indication of a connection to the Gangho faction.
Where they first met was on a street lined with entertainment bars. The man’s office was inside a respectable building on prime real estate a three-minute walk from the station, and the work he did at his company was too many things to count. What had he said? A construction company? He’d mentioned asset management too…… and oh, running an enormous number of restaurants, cafés, and bars. How ordinary all of that was. Or rather — this was a man who was, in a good way, far from ordinary.
He could go on all night listing reasons why he’d had no idea who this person really was. But above all else — this face! This was the guarantee and the truth of everything. He’d simply believed in it without question…….
Right. It’s all because of me — the dumb, oblivious, face-brained idiot. Looking back, everyone around him had tried to talk him out of the one-sided crush without ever explaining why. They’d taken his phone, blocked his path, and whenever he tried to go on a date, they’d buried him in work.
But who was he? If anything, the interference had only fanned the flames — he’d gone to see the man anyway, come hell or high water. Their behavior finally made sense now. God, why couldn’t they have tried just a little harder……!
The man propped himself up on his arms and looked down at Gang — who had drifted into the past — with eyes that had widened slightly in surprise.
Right, are you finally getting it? Good. It’s not too late even now, so go ahead and apolo—
“Ahahahaha.”
“Why are you laughing! Hm? This is absolutely not the time to be laughing!”
The man lowered himself again and pulled Gang into a tight embrace.
“Ugh— you’re heavy.”
He buried his face against Gang’s exposed nape and laughed for a good while — whatever was so funny, his back was even shaking with it. He could’ve just laughed and left it at that, but strangely, below, he only swelled further.
“Eek! Why does it keep getting bigger!”
“Oh no. What do I do…….”
The man, who had until now simply been pressing himself against Gang without moving, started up a slow, languid roll of his hips.
