By Zephyria 
“Cha Min-ho, your experience is really showing, huh? Ha, how do I stop this leak?”
“Stop messing around. Do you want to end up like those guys?”
Though he snapped back like an old fogey, Min-ho helped Gyu-oh, who was sitting with one knee bent, to his feet. He then patted the long hem of the priest robes to brush off the dust.
“I’m serious, how do I plug the leak? Even plugging it with my cock all night didn’t work. Maybe it was because I wore a condom?”
Once the nonsense started, it poured out without end. Min-ho wasn’t sure who exactly was leaking. He double-checked that the men sprawled on the floor had their eyes closed before lowering his voice.
“Shut your mouth first.”
“Plug it with your tongue then.”
Min-ho gave a light kick to the shin of Gyu-oh, who was whispering back in the same low tone.
“Ah!”
He hadn’t even put much strength into it, yet Gyu-oh overreacted. As Gyu-oh pretended to bend over and leaned his forehead against Min-ho’s shoulder, Min-ho pushed his head away.
“Move. You’ve already smashed the walls; are you planning to spread rumors all over the neighborhood?”
“You need people around to spread rumors.”
Gyu-oh tilted his head, gesturing for Min-ho to follow him outside. Following the lead, Min-ho stepped over the shattered glass wall.
After walking a few steps away from the empty office, Gyu-oh took photos with his phone. Click, click. He captured the scene from various angles: one wall completely smashed as if hit by a car, shards of glass scattered everywhere, and two men sprawled on the floor. Gyu-oh, who had put his heart and soul into the shoot while bending his waist, wore a satisfied smile.
“Their faces are going to be twisted if they stay like that.”
“Why do you care if some random men’s faces get twisted?”
The man, who until a moment ago had been diligently tapping away at the captured phone, shot him a sharp look.
“But seriously, how did you get here?”
“By motorcycle.”
“No, ha… The Executive Director said he was releasing a driver or something, did that actually happen?”
Even if he had received the address from the secretary, there shouldn’t have been enough time to come find him so quickly. Could it be that he hadn’t shaken off the guy he’d put on a tail? Gyu-oh clicked his tongue briefly at the question and replied.
“He’s released. That crazy old man has definitely gone senile.”
“Crazy. What kind of driver? Seriously, Son Pro, that bastard and—”
“I don’t know. He’s spouting some total bullshit. It’s better for your mental health not to look at it.”
A scandal involving a fraudster who threatened people by pretending to be a relative and the construction company Director who manipulated him from behind. Especially since they were of the same gender, it was an issue that would interest even those who normally wouldn’t care.
If the company name keeps being mentioned like this, it’ll be disadvantageous when taking on future work. Min-ho swept the inside of his cheek with his tongue, swallowing a frustrated curse.
“But they’ll be caught soon.”
Gyu-oh, having thoroughly checked the man’s phone, curled the corner of his mouth up. Confidence radiated from his face.
“How?”
“Crazy methods usually work best on crazy people.”
Gyu-oh’s black pupils flashed strangely. That was definitely the look he had when he was about to cause trouble. But if that felt more reassuring than unsettling, then Cha Min-ho probably wasn’t normal either.
“Hyung, don’t worry about a—thing. Who the hell thinks they can trigger a scandal for Cha Min-ho?”
He emphasized that there was nothing to worry about, waving both palms toward the ground a few times. If it was a “crazy person’s method,” it would surely be the way Won Gyu-oh usually did things, and since he was the type to act impulsively and arbitrarily, Min-ho couldn’t even guess what it might be.
“I don’t know what it is, but don’t do it alone. Definitely do it as a team with me.”
“Mm-hmm. Let’s go with a concept like the ‘Couple’s Retribution Squad’ or something.”
He arbitrarily added the word “couple” again. That was a term one would use after they started dating, yet he kept using it prematurely. And yet, he still didn’t use the word “darling,” which was just…
Regardless, it was obvious he’d use it however he wanted even if told not to. It might be better to just give him the qualification to use the word “couple” sooner. The promised month was almost over, so as soon as possible…
“Should we hand these bastards over to the police first? I don’t think there’s any need to let them go.”
Gyu-oh’s voice abruptly cut through Min-ho’s drifting thoughts. He had almost told him to seriously start dating without even waiting for the month to end. Gyu-oh always complained about him lacking mood anyway. It would be a bit odd to say such a thing on the street.
“…Right. Let’s finish searching the car and phone. And—”
“Huh?”
“It’s a bit much for you to report this in that outfit.”
Min-ho scanned Gyu-oh, who was wearing priest robes, from top to bottom. It would be less suspicious if there were a cathedral nearby, but there wasn’t. A priest appearing on a motorcycle in a secluded neighborhood—it would be far more baffling than the unconscious men.
“Ah, is the TPO wrong?”
“Yeah. Follow me.”
First, they stripped the men’s car and phones. After collecting everything that could serve as evidence that the Executive Director had ordered the confinement, they headed toward Min-ho’s car parked in the corner. Fortunately, Min-ho kept spare clothes in the car, so he could change immediately. The size might not be perfect, but it would be better than receiving strange looks.
While Gyu-oh changed in the backseat, Min-ho sat in the driver’s seat and made the report. Since it was currently advantageous to make the incident as big as possible, he also contacted the company he was supposed to meet today. How dare they sell me out to the Executive Director? The more he thought about it, the more infuriating it was.
“You’ll be contacted through the legal team, so be prepared to take full responsibility.”
He delivered the situation in his usual calm tone and hung up.
“Hyung’s voice doesn’t sound like someone who almost got kidnapped. Try improving your acting.”
“What’s the point of improving that?”
There were times when he had to play along with infiltrators, and even that brief acting was burdensome for Min-ho. Most of the roles were simple, so it was manageable.
“The better, the better.”
The sound of fabric rubbing and a zipper going up continued. Perhaps because he was listening to the sounds while keeping his eyes forward to scan the surroundings, it felt strangely erotic. Hmm. He cleared his throat unnecessarily and adjusted his posture.
“Not yet—”
Suddenly, something large popped out from between the driver’s seat and the passenger seat. A dark silhouette approached him without hesitation. Following the hand that cupped and pulled his cheek, Min-ho turned his head, and a soft body temperature enveloped his lips. Thick flesh pressed together as his jaw was slowly forced open, and a tongue secretly slid in to tap the tip of his tongue.
As if responding, Min-ho slowly licked back, and soon they became obsessively entangled. A thick kiss followed, brushing against thin membranes and gripping with lips.
“Mm, ngh…”
Since he was leaning forward from the backseat, the posture must have been uncomfortable, yet Gyu-oh didn’t let out a single moan, only gently cupping Min-ho’s cheek with his large hand. Whenever they swallowed saliva of unknown origin, Gyu-oh’s thumb would firmly press against the undulating Adam’s apple.
The sticky entanglement of saliva and the sensation of thin, wet skin pressing together continued. With a series of somewhat embarrassing smacking sounds, Gyu-oh finally pulled his head back. A small smile played on his glistening lips.
“I smell like Hyung.”
“….”
It was obvious since he was wearing Min-ho’s clothes, but why was that so arousing? If he hadn’t called the police, they might have had a go right there in the car.
Gulp. The sound of swallowing dry spit echoed in the quiet car. Then, Gyu-oh, who had been staring intensely at the swollen lips with a hot gaze, chuckled, his shoulders shaking.
“Total pervert.”
“….”
One of Min-ho’s eyes closed softly. Seeing the smile Gyu-oh only wore when he was truly enjoying himself, Min-ho thought he wanted to get this job over with quickly. Because then, he could convey his feelings more convincingly.
After finishing their statements, the two were finally able to leave the police station after the sun had completely set. They walked side by side to the parking lot and stopped in front of the car. It was time to part ways.
“It’s better for Hyung to stay home.”
“Given the atmosphere, I think that’s best.”
If the article had spread, the company would be in chaos, and it would only make things more hectic if the main subject of the incident showed up. He planned to support from home.
“Go home, Hyung. I’ll follow you to make sure no one’s tailing you.”
Gyu-oh gestured with his chin while grabbing his motorcycle helmet. Min-ho obediently got into the car and turned the wheel toward his home. Throughout the drive, the familiar motorcycle followed closely behind. Occasionally, when they stopped side by side at a signal, Gyu-oh would come over and tap on the window.
As this repeated several times, Min-ho even drove with the window rolled down. The wind was biting and fierce, but it was bearable because of Gyu-oh’s laughter flowing through the gap.
When Min-ho arrived at the office-tel, finished parking, and got out, Gyu-oh stopped his motorcycle behind him. With the face shield up, only his fierce eyes were barely visible.
“I’ll be on standby, so hand over anything I can handle.”
“You’ve always cleaned up after me, Hyung. This time, I’ll take care of everything. Just trust me.”
Min-ho wondered what he was plotting to be so insistent on handling it himself. He was curious, but his worry for Gyu-oh took precedence.
“You’ve been the one working until now.”
“Eh, that was instead of Hyung. This time, really leave it to me.”
Why was he so confident? As if he already knew how things would unfold? Maybe he could get a hint if he contacted Seong Mu-gyeong. No matter how reckless he was, he would likely give a heads-up to others before moving.
“Don’t answer calls from other men.”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll come back early, okay?”
Gyu-oh, who had tilted his head and leaned in close, paused. Then, he placed a hand on his helmeted head and let out a short sigh.
“Ah. The picture isn’t complete without a goodbye kiss.”
“Was the one from earlier just a brawl?”
“I mean we have to do it really intensely.”
He had already acted as if he wanted to devour him earlier; how could it possibly be more intense than that? A hollow laugh escaped Min-ho. A long breath of white mist scattered through the gap of his lips. Gyu-oh’s gaze seemed to follow the white breath slowly before returning to Min-ho. Then, he carefully took Min-ho’s hand.
“Let’s save it and do it twice later.”
“Do whatever you want.”
Even if he said no, Gyu-oh was the type to rub his lips against him in the end anyway.