When Minjoon smiled, the elite man sitting next to him watched him with eyes that said ’is it
because of money?’ and silently opened his mouth.
“If you’re having a hard time right now, would you mind handing over the young master?”
Minjoon turned and showed the elite man a sleeping Touma who was gripping his padded jacket
including in his sleep, saying he was fine.
“Do I look like a madman when I smile?”
“No, well. Maybe just a little.”
“When I lived in Korea, I hated the way people would look at me. So then, I decided to come to
Japan and enjoy the life I always wished I had. But that only lasted six months… I cant help
laughing now that I’m at my wits end.”
“You speak Japanese really well despite only living here for six months. It didn’t even cross my
mind that you were Korean.”
“It’s because I’ve been studying Japanese for a while now. Hey, can you really not just drop me off
somewhere? I.. am really scared right now.”
“Is it because we’re yakuza?”
Minjoon shook his head no as if he was a child. Then, he even laughed and spoke in a strangled
voice, “oh my god, you’re a yakuza? I didn’t know you were yakuza since you look so proper.
Then, that man from before, was he your boss?”
“Yes, the boss. And the person in your arms right now is his son and next in line as the boss of the
Ueyama clan.”
Suddenly, Touma, who was sleeping peacefully like an angel, began to weigh down on his lap as if
he was a ball of steel.
’What?!? Then, the next boss captured me, not as a lover but as a mom?? What kind of fate is
this!’
While he was lamenting, Minjoon asked himself if he would grow up to have a handsome face just
like his father. Surprised with his line of thoughts, he quickly shook his head.
‘Don’t get confused. You’re not a woman, you cant be his mother! Besides, you’re in danger right
now, you just have to work hard to pay back your debts and start over, or give up and tell you’re
mother you’re ready to die now.’
But right now, he couldn’t even let go of the sleeping child and jump out of the moving car.
“The yakuza don’t touch innocent people,” said the elite man in a low voice, as if reading
Minjoon’s thoughts.
“Innocent? Then.. what happens if I’ve committed any crimes?”
“Well, I’ll just leave that to your imagination.”
Minjoon didn’t wish to hear the story behind those words. He leaned his head against the car seat,
bit his tongue and tried to hold back the tears threatening to drop because of the extreme fear he
was feeling. However, he wiped back Touma’s sweaty hair and rearranged him so he could sleep
more comfortably.
“…I’m up..”, Minjoon murmured unconsciously as someone shook his shoulders, “Taisei.. no…
just 5 more minutes.”
In that moment, his eyes shone to the point of tears and his cheeks turned red as if they were on
fire. Minjoon, who had yet to regain complete consciousness, yelled at the man who had slapped
his face.
“Bastard, do you want to die.. I.. ugh.” Minjoon put a hand over his lips as he shook his head. The
incredibly sexy man’s face was right in front of his nose.
The man, Touma’s father and the current boss of Ueyama, looked at Minjoon as he exuded
incredibly manly pheromones. His black eyes shone in the dark, stimulating all his senses and
raising the temperature of his body.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry.”
“Hand Touma over.”
His grave voice was beyond his imagination from up close. Minjoon’s member began to ache
despite not having touched it. Heat began to spread across his body. Ashamed of his behavior,
Minjoon lowered his head and hesitated. Seeing this the man leaned down and took Touma from
his arms, exiting the car.
“Get out,” he said, and Minjoon hurriedly obeyed his order. As he followed behind him, a sudden
thought crossed his mind.
’What the hell is this reaction? Seeing as he has Touma, I doubt he’s gay. So then, why am I
behaving like this? Forget about the grim reaper for now, I cant die until I’ve been beneath such a
wonderful man. Only then will I have no regrets when I leave this world. He’s a million times
better than that bastard Taisei. Alright, Minjoon. You can do this. Trust yourself.’
With this new objective in mind, Minjoon felt like his current situation was ridiculous. He was
suddenly full of hope, looking forward to the thrilling and hedonistic future that could open a new
door in his gay life.
’There is no law about how a person should die. I was prepared to die, but this seems like the best
way. I’ll make you fall in love with me no matter what. I’ll die under you one way or another’
Minjoon, with his heart in high hopes, crossed the garden that resembled a forest and entered an
enormous mansion. But life doesn’t always go as expected. In less than ten minutes, Minjoon
found his new found hope vanishing without a trace, like a piece of paper under the rain.
When the elite gangster disappeared with Touma, who had once again fallen asleep, Minjoon
began to feel anxious. Touma was like a lifeline for him in this situation, now that he was no longer
in sight, Minjoon felt unsteady on his legs. While Minjoon staggered and supported himself against
a wall, a man who had been acting as their leader approached him, over passing the other men.
“What’s wrong with you?” Minjoon, who never thought he’d be spoken to, felt his anxiety rise at
those words. “Why are you doing that?”
“I-I’m so scared I can hardly walk.” Minjoon said, slightly raising his head. His eyes focused on
the man’s silver tie.
“Who told him we were going to kill him?” The man looked directly at Minjoon as he shot a
question at the confused men standing behind him.
“No one.”
“We’d never do that.”
“Kenta hyung-him even went as far as to tell him we don’t kill innocent people, but it seems he’s
still scared,” said the man who looked like a thief and who had been in charge of driving the
Mercedes Minjoon had been riding on, as if he was being falsely accused of being a coward.
“Get up, or do you want me to carry you?”
If this was a normal situation, Minjoon would have jumped immediately at the order, but, how
could he do that in a situation like this? People say you become stronger in the face of death, but
they’d never been in a situation such as this because of someone else. If he hadn’t been left alone,
this wouldn’t be happening. Sure, Touma may have cried for a short while, but kids learn by
crying.
Minjoon was so frustrated and angry he turned his head to the side and murmured to himself, “
You guys are the one who look so terrifying. And you still believe a guy as handsome and lovely
as me would be sane right now? I cant walk. I cant walk because I’m exhausted and confused.”
The silence was so heavy, it could certainly kill a man. He had come to many realizations in just
these few hours, and in less than a second, he began to lament being taken by surprise. Finally, his
body began to shake. How much better would his life be right now if he had this kind of spirit
before!
The silence was so heavy that Minjoon was desperately holding onto his sanity by a single thread.
The man moved his sensual lips and approached the coward who was about to fall.
“Then, I’ll carry you.”
“N-no thank you, that’s not necessary.”
Minjoon struggle to pull himself up by supporting himself on the wall. Then, as if nothing
happened, he put down his hands and smiled. But almost immediately, he slid down the wall as if
he was boneless.*
“Caught you.”
True to his words, the man with the most terrifying appearance, carried Minjoon over his shoulder
as if he was a sack of flour, despite being a 22 year old adult man of short stature. Minjoon, who
had high self esteem, received a blow to his pride. But, he was so scared that he couldn’t bring
himself to say anything.
It was a dark room with an enormous oak desk, and surprisingly, a wall full of books as if it was a
personal library. Minjoon stood carefully in front of the man. In this moment, he felt that even
swallowing the lump in his throat would result in something terrible, so he split his saliva into part
and swallowed it little by little as carefully as he could.
“What’s your name?”
“Sorry?”
“‘Sorry?’ I told you not to respond with a question!”
Something flew over Minjoon’s head directly towards a wall and stuck there.
He suddenly felt pieces of his hair falling over his shoulders and landing on his padded jacket.
Paralyzed, Minjoon slowly moved his head and tried to identify the object that had just threatened
his life.
Unbelievable. He had actually thrown a dart at him! There was a dart board directly behind him,
and what had just flown like a missile through his hair had been a dart with a needle sharp enough
to pierce even a sturgeon.
“I am 22 years old. Last* name Min, first* name joon. My name is Minjoon.” He replied loudly, as
if he was an elementary school student presenting himself in a new class for the semester. He did
this with bated breath, of course.
“Who’s that Taisei you were calling out to earlier?” The man pulled out a gold case from his inner
jacket and brought a cigarette to his mouth.
The bald man who had been standing near him, hurried to take out a lighter, but that man was
quicker and lit it first, puffing the smoke deeply. Minjoon retreaded quickly as he was faced with
another of his fears.
“Are you scared of me?” The man asked with a calm expression watching as Minjoon retreaded.
Minjoon covered his nose with his hand, shaking his head before changing his mind and nodding,
pointing at the man with his finger. The man slowly approached him and exhaled a long stream of
smoke.
He thought he had covered his mouth as best as he could with his hand, but when the cigarette
smoke, lighter than air itself, entered directly into his lung through his nose, Minjoon began to
cough uncontrollably. Shortly after, he fell towards the floor, dripping impure liquid from his lips
and nose as his chest fluttered uncontrollably.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
The man who looked like he could calmly cut a steak without lifting a single eyebrow even if
someone was being mutilated next to him suddenly leaned down when he saw Minjoon coughing
until violent tremors wracked his entire body and tears dripped from his eyes. Minjoon was
thinking of asking for a tissue, but he was so upset in that moment that he instinctively reached for
the cloth hanging in front of his eyes. He hastily used it to wipe his tears. Then, he folded the piece
of cloth many times and used it to wipe his face clean of snot and saliva.
Suddenly, a terrifying word was heard in a clenched v once over his head.
”Scissors.”.
Minjoon thought the thick black covered hand that handed over the scissors, appeared to be
shaking.
RIIIIP
When he heard the horrible sound of cloth ripping, his mind finally reacted. He realized that the
cloth he had just used to blow his noise, was actually that man’s tie! The scissors which had been
used to cut the tie were stuck to the round in a 90 degree angle. When another shaky and rough
hand threw the piece of cut cloth, Minjoon came to the realization that he had just carved his own
death.
“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m allergic to cigarette smoke, so I didn’t realize that was your tie.”
“That’s alright, Who is he?’
When Minjoon began to look around confused as if asking ’who is who?’ the bald yakuza rolled
his eyes furiously as if saying ’please, get a hold of yourself’. Then, he silently mouthed ‘Taisei’
“He’s the person who tricked me.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s...” Minjoon was unable to say that he was gay and that he was his ex boyfriend.
“Explain everything to me in a simple and concise manner in ten seconds. Just so you know, I’m
very tired at this moment.”
Minjoon licked his dry lips, while the mans eyes seemed to say ,i>’I cant guarantee anything if you
go over 10 seconds’ Then, he avoided his eyes and spoke directly to the window to his side.
“I’m an international student of Korean origin, My roommate, Taisei, took out a loan under my
name. He stole my first year enrollment, my passport and threatened to sell me to a bar; all while
the loans sharks constantly followed me around…”
“Stop,” The man lifted his hand to cover Minjoon’s lips, as if saying 10 seconds had already
passed. “So Minjoon, international student from Korea, you’re saying the guy who tricked you is
your roommate and lover, and that, you’re also gay.’
“Ah.. uh yes.” Minjoon was surprised by the man’s capacity to get directly to the point, despite
him never directly mentioning being gay. Minjoon thought to himself, ’these days the yakuza are
rather smart’.
“Well, that doesn’t matter. Just undress.”
“What? Why are you asking me to undress? Are you going to hurt me?”
Minjoon, who was already on the verge of tears, quickly hugged his arms around his body while he
looked around. The whole world seemed terrifying. One of the men had a bald head with a thick
cut under his eyes and appeared to be the boss’ right hand man. He couldn’t even find the words to
describe the other two! They were just the perfect example of what being a yakuza was. The only
person who seemed to be different from a yakuza, was the incredibly sexy man who was standing
next to the window, but now he wasn’t so sure about that. He was actually the most terrifying
yakuza of them all.
The other men made eye contact with Minjoon with shaky eyes. It was as if they were silently
shouting in unison, ‘What makes you think we’re going to do something to you? We’re not gay. You
bastard, you’re the one who’s gay!’
“Is there anybody here who has slept with a man?”
“No.”
“Never.”
“Don’t even joke about that.”
You know what, even if you did, I’d rather die. I don’t like you guys either.
Minjoon, who felt offended by the yakuza who yelled that he preferred woman, pouted and said
with an openly disdainful voice. “I don’t like you guys either.”
“Really? That’s good then. Undress.”
“And why should I undress? There’s no reason why I should do that.”
“ Physical exam.”
“Physical… exam?”
“I have to carefully examen everyone entering my house.”
“And what are you looking for?”
The man approached him with a cold look on his face, as if he felt offended by the fact that
Minjoon was unable to grasp the situation and understand what he was saying immediately. Then,
the bald man took out a pair of leather gloves. The man stretched out his long leather covered
fingers in front of Minjoon’s eyes.
Minjoon, who was having all kinds of unbelievable thoughts, watched the man move his ten
fingers that were covered in leather as if it were a second skin. He was thinking that if he were to
be choked with those gloves, his fingerprints wouldn’t even be marked. It would be the perfect
crime.
When the man’s hand lifted Minjoon’s chin, he wan unable to contain the moan that escaped his
lips.
“Agh.. ugh. Yes.”
The man, who was watching Minjoon with an unknown expression, brought his face until their
noses were touching and spoke in a low voice.
“I will not explain myself again, so concentrate and listen. I have to check every inch of the bodies
of the people entering my house. You never know where disgusting things may be hiding.”
Minjoon opened his eyes wide at the pain he felt across his open jaw. He wanted to continue
watching this man’s face, even if he was going to die. And even when he thought about it, it
seemed to be a crazy idea.
“Hey, what do you mean disgusting things? I just showered this morning.”
At Minjoon’s ridiculous words, the man frowned and spoke in a raspy voice.
“I’m talking about hidden microphones or spying devices. Things that are a threat to my safety.”
Minjoon audibly gulped, and then closed his eyes in fear. However, he had the courage to open
them once again. He had the feeling that if he kept his eyes closed, he’s be in big problems. And as
if that were enough for an answer, he felt as if the man’s body had been engulfed in flames.
“If you understand, undress.”
Minjoon replied breathlessly, as if he didn’t know where he’d gotten all of his courage, “N-no, I
don’t understand. I was just a random pedestrian. What could I possibly be hiding? I’m not that
type of person.”
He was so scared as if his heart was burning, but in reality, what scared him was something else
entirely. If that man’s heavy gaze stayed on his naked body long enough, his member would react
regardless of what he wanted. He hated it. And although he was decided to kill himself, he didn’t
want to die naked in front of the freaking yakuza! Minjoon shook his head no. He was shaking so
hard that even a moan managed to escape his lips once again.
The man who was giving Minjoon a deadly look, stepped away as he said a single word.
“Undress.”
It took the men less than a minute to step forward and undress him. But did they expect Minjoon to
stay still while they did that? Absolutely not! In the end, the man with a bald head had a line of
blood across his jaw product of a scratch from Minjoon’s struggling. The other two yakuza also
had injuries to their faces, he had even managed to bite the ear of one of them. He tried to fight to
the best of his abilities, but in the end, he was no match for them.
Minjoon shook his shoulder violently, covering himself up with his hands as he looked at the man.
But he simply put his leather gloves on once again and walked towards him. Then he gave
Minjoon, who was standing and covering his lower half, a strange look.. However, without uttering
a single word, he brought his fingers to Minjoon’s lips and began to meticulously examine his
mouth.
“Come on… open up.” The salty taste of leather made Minjoon feel nausea as his long fingers
explored his mouth.
When he saw this, the bald man grimaced and quickly opened his mouth. “Boss, let me do it. If he
vomits it will be a disaster.”
But the man didn’t pay any importance to his words, and didn’t remove his fingers until he had
checked every corner of his mouth.
When he was done with his inspection, he elegantly removed his gloves, gave them to the bald
man and calmly put on a new pair.
“Take the men outside.”
He was unable to respond immediately, as if he still had something to tell his boss. “…yes,
understood.”
In the end, the bald man retreated, signaling the other men.
As they were exiting, Minjoon quickly covered himself and called out to them anxiously, “Excuse
me, where are you going? Please don’t leave me alone. Please… I really don’t have those types of
things on me. I’ve never even seen a tracking device in my life. Please, take me with you…”
In the end, Minjoon began to sob. He had come to the realization that those men, who looked as if
they could fight and defeat a tiger with their bare hands, were actually really good people when
compared to the man they referred to as ’boss'.