By Zephyria 
As the saying goes, speak of the devil, and Choi Hwan appeared the moment he was mentioned. He was only half-dressed, as if he were preparing to head out for his schedule or had just returned.
“You, youuu….”
The moment he saw Yeon-rok, Choi Hwan couldn’t even finish his sentence, and his eyebrows drooped sadly. Seeing how heartbroken he looked, Yeon-rok quickly handed him a shopping bag.
“I bought a gift for you.”
Though his lips were still pouting, Choi Hwan lunged forward and hugged the shopping bag to his chest. He then claimed the spot next to Yeon-rok and began to vent his frustrations.
“How could you leave the country without saying a single word to me? You’re my name partner!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll tell you next time.”
After spending quite a while coaxing and soothing him while feeding him banana bread, Choi Hwan seemed to soften a bit. However, perhaps because of the lack of contact, his complexion remained somewhat dark. While he rummaged through the shopping bag to check his gift, Yeon-rok asked,
“Where is Gyeon-woo Hyung?”
“Who knows. Why should I care about a guy like him?”
As he spoke, his face lit up while checking the flashy bracelet bought from the duty-free shop. Realizing he wouldn’t get a straightforward answer from Choi Hwan, Yeon-rok looked toward Mrs. Park. Mrs. Park also shook her head.
“I’m not sure… He didn’t go to work today, but he hasn’t come out of his room.”
Moon Gyeon-woo wasn’t particularly social, so he often spent his time alone at home with his door locked. Yeon-rok considered going to find him, but Choi Hwan clung to him, complaining about the lack of contact. Because he was busy holding hands to replenish the contact, Yeon-rok postponed searching for Moon Gyeon-woo for a while.
After that, he was preoccupied with unpacking for a long time. Once he finally finished and showered, Yeon-rok went down to the drawing room to rest, and only then did Moon Gyeon-woo appear. Yeon-rok was startled by the other man’s haggard appearance.
“Hyung, are you sick?”
Moon Gyeon-woo’s complexion was pale and looked quite poor. Yeon-rok had held his hand for a long time before leaving, but he hadn’t expected him to become like this in just four days.
“…No. I just haven’t been able to sleep much.”
Walking slowly, he took a seat beside Yeon-rok and let out a sigh, as if he could finally breathe again. Worried, Yeon-rok placed a hand on his forehead and felt that he had a slight fever. Moon Gyeon-woo leaned his head on Yeon-rok’s shoulder and blinked slowly. Yeon-rok’s guilt grew.
“You must be tired. Why don’t you go back and get some rest?”
“I’m seeing you for the first time in a while; how could I do that?”
“What do you mean ‘in a while’? It’s only been about four days…”
“To me, the four days I couldn’t see you were far too long.”
Moon Gyeon-woo’s words were so tinglingly sweet that Yeon-rok was momentarily speechless. He wondered if this was why the man had had so many lovers. Suddenly, Moon Gyeon-woo frowned. He rubbed his head with his hand, appearing to have a headache.
“Does your head hurt?”
“Yes… I’m prone to migraines.”
Given his incredibly sensitive personality, it seemed plausible that he suffered from insomnia and migraines. While Yeon-rok was diligently massaging his forehead to ease the pain, Moon Gyeon-woo looked up. Gently grasping the hand that had been touching his forehead, he asked plaintively,
“Yeon-rok-ah, could you give me a kiss?”
“Huh?”
“My head hurts so much. I couldn’t even sleep two hours a day while you were gone. Painkillers aren’t working well, so it’s a bit tough…”
As he spoke, Moon Gyeon-woo looked up at Yeon-rok with a frail expression. His face looked exceptionally white and pale, so Yeon-rok ended up nodding. It wasn’t that kissing had become an easy thing for him. However, he couldn’t just leave someone who was suffering in pain. A sick physical state wasn’t something that could be cured by just holding hands.
“Alright, then let’s go upstairs…”
As Yeon-rok instinctively looked around and tried to stand up, Moon Gyeon-woo softly cupped his cheek and spoke.
“No one is watching. Mrs. Park has already left for the day.”
As Moon Gyeon-woo spoke, a clover-shaped name was faintly visible on his tongue. Usually, by the afternoon, Mrs. Park and the other employees had all finished their shifts. In fact, Yeon-rok had personally seen Mrs. Park off as she left wearing her scarf.
Still, because the area was too open, Yeon-rok hesitated, and Moon Gyeon-woo pulled the hood of the sweatshirt he was wearing over Yeon-rok’s head. After blocking the peripheral vision to create a psychological sense of coziness, Moon Gyeon-woo whispered softly.
“It’s okay. It’s just you and me here.”
White, elegant fingers caressed Yeon-rok’s cheek and the corners of his lips with a gentle motion.
“This is just like a treatment. I’d prefer it if you felt at ease. You’ll have to get used to this anyway.”
That was true. After all, hadn’t he done even more with Yeom Cheon-ho?
Yet, the reason he was still nervous was that this felt like his first kiss with Moon Gyeon-woo. Yeon-rok recalled the first time he had pressed his lips against the other man. At that time, he had been bleeding profusely from his head, so there was no room to consider romance or anything of the sort. What Yeon-rok had done then wasn’t a kiss, but mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
“Then, just for a second…”
Clutching his racing heart, Yeon-rok leaned forward. Moon Gyeon-woo’s hand slid up smoothly to caress the nape of Yeon-rok’s neck. Relaxing further under the soothing touch, their lips met with a light peck. With his eyes tightly shut, Yeon-rok counted seconds in his head.
‘One second, two seconds, three seconds…’
Just as he had counted to about five and was about to pull away to ask if that was enough, Moon Gyeon-woo licked his lips. When Yeon-rok opened his eyes wide, he saw the sharp corners of the other’s eyes curved into a smile. Then, as if to show off, he licked his lips again. A tongue slid in like a snake through the lips that had parted in surprise.
The moment the area where the name was engraved entered his mouth, Yeon-rok stopped breathing. He knew that direct contact with the body part where the name was engraved made the efficiency and the feeling much better. However, the sensation of a tongue was completely different from skin.
“Hng…”
The intruding tongue intertwined with his own. It was soft and pliable, yet the tip of the tongue, cleverly stiffened, was firm. As their tongues rubbed together in a wet, lewd manner, a shiver ran down his spine. It felt far better than simply pressing lips together. Gripping the frozen nape of the other’s neck firmly, Moon Gyeon-woo indulged.
Yeon-rok had no intention of pushing him away. It felt… good. To think that kissing was this wonderful…
Before he knew it, Yeon-rok’s eyes closed again as he clung to Moon Gyeon-woo’s shoulders. His brow furrowed, but not out of discomfort. Whether it was because the man was a skilled kisser or because of the name engraved on his tongue, his lower back instinctively arched.
“Ngh…”
The fingers gripping his neck gently scratched through his hair. Simultaneously, his lips and tongue were relentlessly sucked. Not content with stealing all the saliva pooled under the tongue, the other rubbed against the roof of his mouth. The hand supporting his waist slid down with expert skill. Moon Gyeon-woo wasn’t the only one feeling good; the corners of his half-open eyes and the rims of his ears were flushed red.
The gaze staring at Yeon-rok remained glossy throughout, never once closing. His black pupils, immersed in the other, glanced briefly in one direction. Yeon-rok, catching a glimpse of someone hurriedly moving away, finally snapped back to his senses. He had only shared a kiss, yet his mind was already hazy. Urgently pushing Moon Gyeon-woo away, Yeon-rok turned his head.
“Didn’t you hear something just now?”
“No, I didn’t hear anything.”
Was it a mistake…? Tilting his head, Yeon-rok rubbed his lips and quickly backed away. Not wanting to show that he was aroused, he awkwardly pressed his legs together, his face burning. Moon Gyeon-woo looked at him with a smile, as if finding him cute. He made no effort to hide his own arousal. His eyes, more heated than before, were strangely moist.
“That fortune teller happened to be right.”
“What do you mean…?”
“I think our sexual chemistry will be incredibly good.”
“…!”
Yeon-rok’s face flushed even more intensely. Sexual chemistry! Wasn’t it a bit too early to talk about such things after just a kiss? And besides.
“I-I’m not going that far.”
“How far is ‘that far’? Can I go as far as you went with CEO Yeom Cheon-ho? …We’re both name partners, so it should be fair.”
Flustered by the question that sounded as if he knew exactly what he had done with Yeom Cheon-ho, Yeon-rok could only gape. In that moment, Moon Gyeon-woo stealthily grasped his hand. It was a simple action, but the tickle on his palm made Yeon-rok jump.
“Y-You pervert!”
“I only held your hand…”
“You just licked me!”
The tongue flicked across his fingertips, and the momentary contact with the name sent a shiver through him. As he quickly created distance, Moon Gyeon-woo called out to him in a sweet, honeyed voice, “Yeon-rok-ah.”
“Date me. I really like you. I can treat you truly well. I will always put you first.”