By Zephyria 
Kwon Rae-i, who was playing with Tae-hwon’s asshole, opened his mouth wide. Then, he pretended to bite Tae-hwon’s crown, putting it in his mouth. He spat it out as it was, and then lowered his head further and put Tae-hwon’s cheek in his mouth.
He chewed on it as if he were biting into an apple.
“Like this.”
“Haa…”
“Huh?”
He had no idea what it meant.
He wasn’t a teething puppy. He didn’t know why he was putting things in his mouth and chewing on them… Tae-hwon only knew how to kiss. But even that was something Kwon Rae-i had taught him.
Anyway, he didn’t have the energy to analyze his actions right now. He didn’t know if it was affection or foreplay, and he was too tired to care, so he just wanted to block his mouth. So, Tae-hwon found his lips and kissed him lightly. He lightly bit his lower lip, licked it with his tongue, and then pulled away.
“I’m going to sleep. Really.”
“Tae-hwon.”
“…”
“Tae-hwon-ah.”
Kwon Rae-i chased after his retreating lips and kissed him. Tae-hwon opened his mouth and lost consciousness again. Kwon Rae-i stirred Woo Tae-hwon’s mouth with his tongue, making sucking sounds, and called his name repeatedly, laughing.
“Tae-hwon, I love you, Tae-hwon.”
“…”
“Woo Tae-hwon. Mine.”
“…”
“Huh? This, Rae-i’s. I love you.”
He couldn’t hear what he was saying. But he guessed it was the usual thing. He was even answering in his sleep, even though he was unconscious.
“Uh… Do whatever you want…”
“Hahaha, should I? Is that really okay?”
“Uh-huh…”
“You can’t change your mind later, okay? No, no… Actually, you can change your mind as much as you want.”
“…”
“Tae-hwon can do whatever Tae-hwon wants. It’s okay for you to do anything. If you change your mind, I’ll do better.”
And then a shower of kisses poured down.
Kwon Rae-i kissed his closed eyelids, making pecking sounds. And then on his cheeks. And then on his nose. And then on his lips. He showered kisses on his entire face, every inch of his skin, as if he loved him to death. He didn’t stop his displays of affection even though Tae-hwon was unconscious. It wasn’t because he wanted anyone to acknowledge it. He was just doing it naturally because he liked it.
“Tae-hwon-ah.”
“…”
“Tae-hwon, Tae-hwon-ah…”
“…”
“Ah, Tae-hwon.”
After that, Kwon Rae-i called out to Woo Tae-hwon countless times. He slowly thrust his hips, gently inserting and poking him as promised. Very gently. But deeply. He did that until morning.
*
“Looks like you two are having the time of your lives. On your honeymoon?”
In the end, upon returning to the Jeun Faction, he couldn’t escape a scolding.
President Hwang, who was reading the newspaper, folded it in half and put it down, clicking his tongue. Jeon Ho-chang and Kim Woo-shik were busy clearing their throats and turning their heads. It was because Kwon Rae-i was clinging tightly to Woo Tae-hwon, even holding his hand and supporting him.
The suit he had worn out was all wrinkled, and there were visible kiss marks above his neck. Everyone could tell what he had been doing with his injured body, so they were all speechless.
“Yes, well, that’s how it turned out.”
Kwon Rae-i, still in a good mood, smoothly laughed it off. Woo Tae-hwon, however, kept his mouth shut and didn’t react at all. President Hwang added a nagging remark, annoyed.
“The sortie is in four days, you said. Kwon Rae-i, you bastard, you locked yourself in a hotel for three days. Huh?”
“Anyway, I came back in time, didn’t I?”
“What are you going to do, dragging a patient along? Look, look, Woo Tae-hwon’s face is black as death.”
“Huh, why is President worrying about Tae-hwon? Mind your own business with other people’s men, will you?”
“Ugh, you little shit. Such a smart-aleck.”
“If you’re done nagging, I’ll be going now. The bait is well laid. Let’s go harvest together tomorrow.”
Kwon Rae-i manipulated his smartphone and sent a photo. At the same time, the phones of the three men vibrated. President Hwang, Jeon Ho-chang, and Kim Woo-shik each took out their vibrating phones from their pockets and checked the message.
It was a photo of Kwon Hyeon-oh’s private casino, a private room.
Beyond the semi-transparent red curtain, five old men and Kwon Hyeon-oh were sitting together, engaged in a silent battle of wills. Their frowning eyes clearly showed the sharp atmosphere.
Jeon Ho-chang, who checked the photo, blinked blankly and muttered to himself.
“…It really is four days.”
Kim Woo-shik also replied, dazed.
“Y-Yeah, that’s what it looks like.”
“How the hell did that crazy bastard know? I thought he cut off all his underlings when he left the Gyeongjeong and handed them over to Kwon Tae-oh.”
Kwon Rae-i chuckled and put his phone away.
“Just weeded out the runts.”
“Ah, is that so…”
“Why? Ho-chang, should I weed you out too?”
“Huh? Ah. No.”
“You need to behave yourself. Start speaking nicely, too.”
“…”
“Tae-hwon is listening. Am I your kid?”
“…No, you’re not.”
“What?”
“I am not.”
“Good. You little shit.”
“Yes.”
“You can do it well when you try. You always make me point things out. Just do that.”
“Yes…”
Jeon Ho-chang, who replied unhappily, swept back his grass-like hair and muttered a small curse. The voice that leaked out, saying “Shibal,” sounded a bit pitiful. In a different sense from President Hwang, Jeon Ho-chang also seemed to be suffering.
And as if feeling a sense of camaraderie at that sight, Kim Woo-shik patted Jeon Ho-chang’s shoulder as if he understood everything, sending him a sympathetic look. Seeing that the bandage on his broken right arm was gone, it seemed to have finally healed.
‘Yeah. Those guys are a bit, well, sad.’
How many Jeun Faction members has Kwon Rae-i crushed so far…?
How much would it suck to be beaten by a rolling stone who’s much younger and to have to treat him with respect as a superior…?
‘Oh dear. Tsk tsk.’
Although he felt a little sorry for them, now wasn’t the time to worry about Jeon Ho-chang and Kim Woo-shik, who had to support the young successor. Woo Tae-hwon, who had been holed up in a hotel suite with Kwon Rae-i for three days, or as President Hwang put it, on a ‘honeymoon,’ was in even worse shape.
In fact, he was barely able to stand properly now.
‘Tired. Shibal.’
He had been getting too much Dick, and he was bruised and sore all over.
‘I should have stopped him halfway through and told him to take it easy…’
But he didn’t want to show weakness, and he tried to take as much as he could, so he ended up like this. Next time, he should only take as much as he can handle. Although he didn’t know if there would be a next time…
‘Before my memories come back… Haa…’
The troubled Tae-hwon swallowed a sigh. But he didn’t have time to get lost in thought anyway. Kwon Rae-i steadied Tae-hwon, turned around, led him to the door, and left a final message for President Hwang.
“Anyway, we showed our faces, so we’re leaving. I need to get Tae-hwon to sleep.”
“Yeah, go on…”
“Haha, Tae-hwon. What are we going to do? You’re too tired, right? Let’s go lie down somewhere soft quickly.”
“Get the hell out of here, you bastard! Seeing you two, where are you openly dating?”
From behind, Jeon Ho-chang and Kim Woo-shik quietly agreed.
“Yes, President… Those guys seem like crazy bastards.”
“Woo Tae-hwon is quietly accepting it, so he’s the same kind of crazy bastard.”
“Huh, what’s going on with the organization? You guys don’t date for a while. No one’s meeting anyone, right?”
“No, President.”
“Ah. I’ve never been popular to begin with.”
As the door closed, the voices he heard were cut off. Kwon Rae-i turned to Tae-hwon and wrinkled his nose.
“Noisy, right?”
Tae-hwon stared silently at his clear and cold eyes, then simply nodded in agreement.
“Yeah. Distracting. Gives me a headache. Let’s go.”
“Yes, Tae-hwon.”
*
After that, he only slept like the dead.
When he opened his eyes after a full 18 hours, Kwon Rae-i was sitting by the bed, looking worried and clinging to him. He had the eyes of an abandoned kitten, so a hollow laugh came out as soon as he woke up.
“Tae-hwon, are you okay?”
“I’m okay.”
“I was worried. A lot.”
“Yeah… It looks like it.”
Tae-hwon stretched and got up, feeling stiff. It might sound like a joke, but his condition wasn’t bad. He turned his neck from side to side, making cracking sounds, and easily got out of bed. This was enough recovery.
After checking his physical condition by clenching and unclenching both fists, he glanced at Kwon Rae-i, who still had kitten-like eyes.
‘That guy, why did he swing his hips so excitedly when he was going to make such a worried face?’
“I’m really okay. What time is it?”
Tae-hwon reassured him again and asked the time. Four days later, which meant today. It was the day to take down Kwon Hyeon-oh.