《When the Yakuza Falls in Love》 Chapter 1 Shinpei, who used to be the legendary boss of Ueyama, was now a gray-haired old man, but his gaze was still alive. His eyes were so fierce that no one dared to look at them directly, not even the leaders who had been in their group for years. Only Daiki, the current boss of Ueyama, could face his grandfather Shinpei. And there was only one person who was capable of turning Shinpei into a good old town grandfather¡­ Daiki looked at his young son Touma, who was playing fearlessly on the Tokonoma, which held a vase of over a hundred years old. Shinpei, who was sitting to his right, looked back at Daiki¡¯s gaze and got up in a hurry as he approached Touma. ¡°Aigoo, this boy. It¡¯s dangerous to play in a place like this.¡± ¡°Grandfather, Touma go home.¡± ¡°You want to go home?¡± ¡°Mn! Go sleep.¡± ¡°Then, will you come sleep with your grandfather tomorrow?¡¯ At Shinpei¡¯s words, Touma glanced at Daiki and smiled widely. ¡°Papa too?¡± He was saying that if his Papa stayed, he would stay too. Shinpei smiled and held his young great-grandson in his arms. And just like always, Touma rubbed Shinpei¡¯s wrinkled face with both hands. ¡°Let¡¯s stop talking for now. The child seems tired.¡± ¡°Then, I¡¯ll see you next month.¡± ¡°Please, drop by so you can drink a cup of tea with your grandfather, even if it¡¯s not next month.¡± ¡°I will.¡± Daiki stretched his arms for Touma, who was becoming heavier as the days went by. ¡°Come on. Don¡¯t take this pleasure away from an old man. These days I only live for the joy of seeing Touma.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t say that.¡± ¡°I¡¯ve already become too old.¡± ¡°Grandfather is still the only person I can depend on.¡± ¡°If someone hears the boss of Ueyama saying such weak words, they can be used against you.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not speaking as the Ueyama boss, I¡¯m speaking as a grandson.¡± Shinpei¡¯s face stretched out into a smile as if he enjoyed hearing his grandson¡¯s sincere words. ¡°Haha, you punk. Why are you poking your grandfather¡¯s nose?¡¯ ¡°It white!¡± Touma was amazed by the white hairs sticking out of his grandfather¡¯s nose. Who would dare to touch the nose hairs of the legendary Ueyama Shinpei, who controlled Tokyo all on his own? No one except Touma, who was like an angel in everyone¡¯s eyes. As the three people went outside, many of the organizations subordinates were bowing on both sides of the garden, which stretched over 50 meters long(about 55 yards/164 feet) towards their car.Today marked the date of their monthly meeting. The meeting began early in the morning and finished in the afternoon for young Touma. Touma, the next Ueyama boss, was only three years old but he was treated just as well as his father Daiki. The rest of the organization leaders stayed for a late banquet, bu Daiki made sure to hurry home with Touma. ¡°Grandpa, can Touma and papa go in car together?¡± (T/N: touma used ?? to refer to the car, which is the equivalent of saying vroom vroom. So cute) At Touma¡¯s words, both Shinpei and Daiki¡¯s expressions darkened. From the moment Touma was born, he had never been in the same car as Daiki. They always rode in different car¡¯s in case they were ever faced with a dangerous situation. Touma hated it. His big eyes glistened brightly as he looked at his grandfather, thinking he could ride with Daiki if he asked Shinpei who always said yes to anything he said. Shinpei, troubled, couldn¡¯t say a word and only smiled as he watched his young great-grandson. Daiki glanced at Kenta, who had been following them. Kenta carefully approached Shinpei and took Touma from his arms. ¡°Go in the car with Kenta, our puppy. Next time you can ride with your grandfather.¡± ¡°Man, I understand. Bye-bye grandpa!¡¯ The young but intelligent Touma went with Kenta into the same car, as if he could see his grandfather¡¯s troubled heart. ¡°Then we¡¯ll see you next time.¡± ¡°Yes, be careful on your way back.¡± When Daiki bowed his head deeply towards Shinpei, the rest of the members of the organization immediately bowed their heads towards the current and former leaders of Ueyama. Chapter 2 Minjoon stared intently at the rectangular gimpab in his hand and slowly unwrapped it, amazed at his digestive system¡¯s ability to still feel hunger. Yes, there¡¯s an old saying that ghosts who die after having a meal will look good. Minjoon had the crazy idea that if he died after eating, his skin would become as bright as water and that the angel of death might take him as his lover. When he decided to die, strange thoughts began to plague his mind. ¡°Now that I think about it, that¡¯s also scary. Mom, dad. Please forgive this sinning son. If it¡¯s a sin to be gay, then don¡¯t think of me as dead and instead pretend that I¡¯ve gone to marry somewhere far away¡­¡± Minjoon dried his tears with the back of his hand and shoved the triangular gimpab into his mouth. Ever since he was young, he mother had been an unusual person who beat him every time he let others push him round. If she knew that he was this crazy about a man who had stolen his passport to take out private loans and had stolen his tuition money, not even 10 lives would be enough to save him from his mother. ¡®Taisei, you son of a bitch. That you¡¯re going to report me and sell me to a gay club? Who do you think you are? I may be dying now, but this isn¡¯t the end. I will come back as the grim reaper to haunt you, just wait and see!¡± Beeeeeeep. ¡°Oh that surprised me. What a ruckus. Are you people going to be held responsible if I die of a heart attack?¡± At the sound of the horn , Minjoon yelled and looked back. At that moment, the gimpab fell to the ground and Minjoon instinctively stuck himself to the wall. Is this the black wave I¡¯ve heard so much about? Minjoon shuddered and held his breathe at the sight of the black mercedes Benz he had only seen in movies. Although the cars didn¡¯t look suspicious, Minjoon knew the type of people who were residing inside. Since he lives in Japan, it was normal that he saw them at least once. To be honest, he once had the crazy idea ¡¯what if I had a yakuza for a lover?¡¯ However, when Minjoon saw the slow moving black Mercedes in front of his eyes the moment he was ready to die, he prayed earnestly so that they wouldn¡¯t see him. What can I do if the boss falls in love with me because I¡¯m so handsome? I¡¯ve heard they are so rough, some will make you satisfy ten men at once¡­ oh, God. What will I do if I¡¯m torn and I die from excessive bleeding? No matter how much I want to die, I don¡¯t wish to die like this. There was the sound of a closing door followed by a worried shout of young master. Minjoon, who was still stuck to the wall, opened his eyes and slowly turned his head towards the Benz. Suddenly, something came running and jumped into his arms. The warmth and smell of baby powder surrounded Minjoon¡¯s sense of smell. Stunned, he quickly hugged the body in his arms. It was a boy of about 3 years old. ¡°Mama. Mama¡± ¡¯Mama, yes what a sweet word. I also have a mom back in Korea.. wait, mama? Who??¡¯ Minjoon was so shocked that he hurriedly separated the boy from his body a bit too roughly. ¡°Kiddo, I¡¯m not your mom. Look closely. Of course, you may be confused, but I¡¯m actually a man. A man just like you, ok? Do you understand now?¡± Minjoon was surprised when he finally saw the boy in his arms. He had never before seen such a lovely and cute child before. The boy had glossy hair with round cheeks and was wearing a neat suit and coat. The boy looked at Minjoon with pouty lips and a tearful face. ¡°Mama¡­ I missed you. Mama.¡± He spoke to Minjoon in a small voice, as if he could not yet speak well. ¡°Y-yes. I¡¯m sure I would have missed you too, but kid¡­¡± ¡°Touma, I¡¯m Touma.¡± ¡°Yes, Touma. I¡¯m sorry but I¡¯m really not your mom.¡± ¡°No, you are mama.¡± Touma, who finally burst into tears, was hugged by Minjoon as he loudly wept with a runny nose and open mouth as he was buried into Minjoon¡¯s padded jacket. Click, click, click. A terrifying mechanical sound that the average person would never hear in their lives could be heard coming continuously from the back of Minjoon¡¯s head. He slowly turned his rigid head and was met with the barrel of a gun pointing directly at him. In that moment, he instinctively held the boy tighter in his arms, took a step back and fell directly to the ground. Three men dressed in identical black suits were staring at Minjoon. Two of them were terrifying enough that whoever passed them by could recognize them without the need to say ¡®hey, I¡¯m a yakuza¡¯. The final of the three held an air of higher elitism than a yakuza. The man was constantly talking to Touma, however, the gun in his hand was pointing directly at Minjoon¡¯s forehead. ¡°Young master, come this way. If you keep doing that, it will cause problems for him too.¡± ¡¯Problem? What kind of problem? Don¡¯t tell me you¡¯re going to kill me without leaving a single trace behind.¡¯ Minjoon once again pushed Touma away from himself, imagining the bloody scene of his body floating in the Tokyo bay. ¡°W-well, Touma. Like I said before, I¡¯m not your mom.¡± ¡°You¡¯re mama. Touma¡¯s mama.¡± As Touma¡¯s yelling grew louder, Minjoon looked towards the elite man and shouted, ¡°Where is the boy¡¯s mom?¡± ¡°Sorry, we must have surprised you. I know it¡¯s difficult but could you hand the young master over?¡¯ ¡°Of course, I¡¯d love to.¡± Minjoon began to stroke Touma¡¯s head in a soothing manner. ¡°Good boy, Touma. I have to go because the good ahjussi is here to pick you up. Our Touma is a good listener, right?¡± ¡°Mn, Touma goes if mama goes too¡± ¡°We can¡¯t do that. If you go first, I¡¯l catch up with you.¡± When he was younger, he remember countless crying because he was deceived by these words. Minjoon never expected that a day would come where he needed to tell the same lie. Touma looked at Minjoon and shook his head. Then he said with a snap. ¡°Don¡¯t wanna. Touma no go alone.¡± ¡®Kids these days are born unusually smart. Do they study in the womb before being born or what?¡¯ Minjoon tried his best to soothe Touma. ¡°Then if you tell me where your house is, this hyung make sure to visit. I really mean it, pinky promise. I¡¯ll eat a thousand needles if I break my promise.¡± Something cold and heavy was pressed against Minjoon¡¯s head. The barrel, which had been pointing at him from a distance, was now being pressed directly into the back of his head. ¡®No, whats wrong with what I just said?¡­Wait, wait just a minute.¡¯ ¡°W-well, what about.. 2,000 needles? I¡¯ll eat 2,000 needles.¡± Minjoon, who thought the gun was pressed against the back of his because of the amount of needles, shook as he increased the quantity o needles. ¡°No wanna. Me go with mama.¡± Finally, Touma held on to Minjoon¡¯s jacket even tighter.The elite yakuza, who was watching the scene, sighed and spoke to Touma with an embarrassed voice. ¡°Young master, if you continue doing this, your papa will scold you.¡± When he heard the word ¡®papa¡¯ Touma¡¯s shoulder flinched as he began to cry. Minjoon was perplexed as he heard Touma cry out loud. How frightening is the father for him to react like this? He suddenly felt sorry for the boy as he hugged him tighter. But as he hugged Touma, a word suddenly flashed across is mind like lighting. Young master. No matter how many people work as house helpers, how many people in the world will call a child young master? Minjoon began to look around quickly. ¡®Wait a minute. This kid has a father. But if they called Touma ¡®young master¡¯ then his dad must be¡­ no, it cant be. Am I holding the son of the yakuza boss right now?¡¯ Minjoon swallowed the heavy clump in his throat as he stared at the boss¡¯s son who had jumped into his arms. He shook his head vigorously as he stared at the back of the cute boy¡¯s head. When Touma saw this, he smiled with a face full of tears and snot as he shook his head along with Minjoon. ¡®No, Touma. Now is not the time to imitate me. Please go back with your papa.¡¯ When Minjoon thought about Touma being the boss¡¯ son, a shudder went down his spine. The father of such a cute and angelic child didn¡¯t seem to fit with the image of the boss he was drawing in his head. He was also the boss of the yakuza. Touma continued to happily hold Minjoon¡¯s face with his small hands as he said, ¡°Mama.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not.. your.. mama.¡± Minjoon didn¡¯t dare to raise his voice out of fear of something happening any moment. ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± Minjoon¡¯s heart froze at the sound of t he unexpected voice. If a voice alone can make your body freeze, then the owner of that voice must be the most formidable in the world. Minjoon¡¯s heart melted in an instant. His gay instinct began to go off with that low and sexy tone. Minjoon slowly turned his head, hugging Touma closer as he burst into tears at the sound of the voice. But before he could turn completely, Touma, who had been crying uncontrollably, suddenly lifted his head and shouted at the owner of that sexy and low voice. ¡°No papa. Me going with mama. Go away.¡± ¡¯Oh, shit, no don¡¯t yell like you dislike him. What will happen if he hates me and I get caught too?¡¯ ¡°Both of you, get in the car.¡± ¡¯See, he¡¯s telling us both to get in the car.. what?!? No, this isn¡¯t right¡¯ Minjoon didn¡¯t know where he had gotten the courage, but he suddenly stood up and turned around holding Touma in his arms. Like this, he confronted the man. 1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds¡­ not much time had passed, but for Minjoon it felt as if time had stopped for a thousand years. The word ¡®man¡¯ was the first word that came to Minjoon¡¯s mind. It felt as if the word had been invented specifically for him. He was really a man. He always thought the term ¡®yakuza¡¯ was use to refer to those terrifying people with wide shoulders and grease flowing through the thick and dull layers of skin. In fact, it seemed like all the yakuza¡¯s on tv were like this. However, this man was like the true definition of manly sexiness. In short, he was a man so sexy and manly he feared he would only meet a man like this once in his lifetime. Minjoon, who had forgotten what they were discussing, turned pale and stood there blankly with his mouth wide open. ¡°Mama, let¡¯s go. Papa angry.¡± Minjoon turned his eyes towards Touma, who had suddenly stopped crying and appeared as if he couldn¡¯t contain his happiness, and finally regained his senses turning towards the man once again. However, as soon as their eyes met, he quickly bowed his head at a 45 degree angle and stared at the ground. He opened his moth, trying his best to not appear nervous and contain his shaking. ¡°W-why do I have to get in the car too?¡± ¡°¡­¡¯ ¡°Please, explain the situation to your son.¡± ¡°¡­¡± ¡°How I¡¯m not his mom. We cant go¡­together¡­¡± Without saying a single word, a hand in leather gloves slowly pulled out a cigarette. A man standing next to him saw this and quickly lit a flame for him. Minjoon¡¯s voice began to waver and gradually began to disappear. Unable to stand the smell of cigarettes by nature, he quickly covered his nose with one hand murmured to himself. ¡®You tried to die but didn¡¯t even prepare your heart. What if you were shot to death and the grim reaper couldn¡¯t even recognize you? Such a dirty and unfortunate bastard.¡¯ ¡°Hey.¡± ¡°Yes..?¡¯ ¡°Who¡¯s the dirty and unfortunate guy?¡± Minjoon thought to himself that the reason such a shuddery sweet voice caused him to slightly laugh was because his death was approaching. And when he turned over the words he had been thinking that came out of the mouth of this man, he was surprisingly calm. He was determined to die, but he didn¡¯t believe it should be this way. He lifted his head from the 45 degree angle and looked directly at the man. Although he wanted to see his face before dying, the man¡¯s intense eyes were too much to bear. However, Minjoon, who believed this was the end of his life, was brave. He began to talk about his current sitauation without a moment¡¯s doubt. ¡°I..I¡¯ve been having a really hard time lately. It¡¯s become so difficult that I even tried to end my life, but honestly, I never even dreamed that I¡¯d get shot to death. I thought I¡¯d die normally. Be it by taking medication, being hit by a car or even drowning, you know how normal people die. I¡¯m only guilty of walking this through this narrow road. But, how bad can it be to have bad luck?¡­ Really, I cant even return to Korea¡­¡± ¡°You¡¯re Korean?¡± ¡°Sorry¡­? Yes.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t ask when you¡¯re being questioned.¡± ¡°Yes.¡± Minjoon replied back, swallowing thickly as he saw the man¡¯s eyes flash. As the man¡¯s sharp gaze swept over Minjoon, he felt his body tense up. Just then, the man dropped the cigarette he was holding and ground it with his foot, leaving a hollow space. The man turned around, leaving only two words of parting for the pale faced Minjoon. ¡°Get on.¡± When the man got into his car, the elite gangster politely, but with a different air than before, grabbed Minjoon and Touma who glued together like gum and quickly put them inside the Mercedes Benz. ¡°Wait a minute. You cant do this. Eh? Don¡¯t start the car, I¡¯m getting off.¡± Minjoon, who was pushed inside, threw Touma aside and struggled to get off. Just then, the elite gangster spoke in a cold tone, ¡°If you get out of the car, I wont stop you. However, I cant guarantee that the cars following us will get out of the way. If you¡¯re wise, I¡¯d advise you to think about the situation you are currently in.¡± At his words, Minjoon recalled the dead cat he saw on a road one day. The sight of its head disappearing and its body sticking to the road had haunted him for years. Minjoon once again hugged Touma¡¯s against his body like a lifeline, went back to his seat and sat with his legs together. As they left the alley, their slow march began to turn into a fast pace. He tried to keep an eye on the direction they were taking, but soon gave up. It was difficult to distinguish the darkening outside through the tinted windows. Minjoon stared at Touma who had fallen asleep at one point and began to laugh like a madman. Chapter 3 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* nam 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¡¯ Chapter 4 ¡°If you¡¯re done crying, turn around.¡± ¡°Can you tell them to come back?¡± Minjoon shrunk in fear, looking in the man¡¯s direction. ¡°I told them to leave because you looked a bit embarrassed.¡± ¡°I¡¯m not embarrassed..¡± It was much more dangerous and embarrassing for Minjoon, who was gay, to be left alone with him, even if he had nothing to be embarrassed about. The only thing he was afraid of was that his sexual desires would be awakened. ¡°Then, forget it.¡± The man lifted one finger and twisted it in the air. Stunned, Minjoon traced the movement with his eyes and quickly averted his gaze. ¡°What I¡¯m saying is turn around and open up.¡± ¡°Open up?¡± ¡°What the hell? Can¡¯t you go more than 5 seconds without asking questions? There is only one hole in a man¡¯s naked body in which you can hide something.¡± Despite having an angry expression, his voice remained calm. His voice was just as sexy as his appearance. And when he told Minjoon he wanted to see his hole, his member which he had been struggling to hide began to tremble and come to life even in a situation like this. This time, Minjoon knew immediately what hole he was referring to and where he was planning to enter.He wasn¡¯t sure what could possibly fit there, since he ha the capacity of comfortably hugging a man¡¯s member, but he was sure it was impossible to fit a camera in that place. The moment was finally here. Like the gay man that he was, there was no need to mention just how sensitive his anus was. But to stand there with his entrance open, was as if he was telling him he would enter his body with his cock. Besides, Minjoon was especially sensitive in that place, which is why his member would react immediately and he would move up and down chasing pleasure with the slightest of touch. He wanted to avoid reaching that point, but when he saw that man touching the needle of the dart with an irritated look on his face, he quickly turned and raised his hips. Tears fell from his eyes, even as he bit his lips. ¡°Open.¡± Minjoon, who was terrified of being attacked with the dart again, spread his cheeks and opened his inner walls. Almost immediately, the cold air stimulated his genitals. Minjoon quickly dropped his eyes towards his cock as his body shook. His cock was proudly standing half erect. Minjoon kneeled in front of the man, pushing his cock between his thighs quickly, preying the man wouldn¡¯t be able to see it. ¡°Please, let it go. As you can see, I¡¯ve never done this before. I didn¡¯t even want to come here in the first place! I didn¡¯t know who you were until just a few hours ago. This is sexual assault!¡± The man¡¯s gaze slowly descended over his body, stopping between his thighs. Minjoon followed his gaze as his expression subtly changed. His penis, which was supposed to be safely tucked away between his thighs, was actually sticking out! Minjoon vigorously shook his head, covering himself with his hands. At that moment, he wanted to bite his tongue off at his words. ¡°Ah, I really need to use the toilet.¡± The man stared at Minjoon without uttering a single word, then he extended his hand. The moment he thought the man had lent him a hand to help him, Minjoon¡¯s body was pushed until he was bent over the desk, leaving his bottom half exposed. ¡°What are you doing?¡­ Ah!¡± ¡°I don¡¯t care if you¡¯re just a pedestrian or whoever you are. There are no exceptions for those entering my home. Especially you.. you¡¯ve already met Touma.¡± While Minjoon tried to distract himself with what the man was saying, something slippery entered his body. ¡°Ack.. mmm¡± Minjoon bit his lips trying desperately to contain the moan that tried to escape. His cock was already erect and shuddering. Although he could hold back his moans now, it wasn¡¯t possible to cum without letting out a moan. Despite the man only having intentions of looking for a tracking device, Minjoon had to clench his teeth at the vivid sensation of finger exploring his inner walls. The man was only moving his fingers in search of strange devices, but that didn¡¯t seem to matter to Minjoon. And in the midst of his agony, he began to murmur intelligibly to himself, wondering if he would be able to surpass this test. ¡°¡­until the east sea¡¯s wave¡¯s are dry and¡­mount Baekdu is worn away¡­may god protect and preserve.. our Korea¡­¡± Minjoon sobbed as he sang the national anthem. The man¡¯s hand stopped and helped him stand on his feet. At the sudden movement, a finger rubbed across his inner walls ¡¯Ughh¡¯ When he heard the sudden and strange noise coming from his mouth, Minjoon covered his lips and looked towards the man. The man was staring at him with furrowed brows, as if he was upset. Despite this, Minjoon was on the verge of passing out because the man looked exceptionally sexy. The man grabbed something white and tossed it towards his face. It was a handkerchief he had gotten from a box. ¡°Clean yourself. You¡¯re so dirty I cant even look at you. Why cant you stay still, huh? Dress yourself.¡± He took off his gloves and threw them in a trash bin, then he pressed an intercom, ¡°Come in.¡± Surprised by the man¡¯s words, Minjoon roughly dried his face and put on his underwear along with his jeans, despite not having completely regained his wits. His cock, which had yet to find release and was now being blocked, was about to explode when it was brushed by his clothes. However, his erection gradually began to calm down, be it due to the tough situation he was in or because of the national anthem he had just sang. When Minjoon heard footsteps approaching the door, he quickly kneeled with his sweatshirt on backwards. No one had asked him to sit this way, but reading the current situation he decided to this way himself. The yakuza entered. No one looked in Minjoon¡¯s direction, who was only crying and staring blankly at the distance. ¡°Did you look into it?¡± ¡°Yes. ¡°Give it to me.¡± He extended his hand towards the bald yakuza, who put a stack of papers in his hand. ¡°Min Joon, 22 years old. Born in Seoul, studies at Tokyo University¡­ third year in nursing. I cat believe this. Has a debt of 1 million yen with Yamamoto Financial. Is that everything?¡± ¡°Wait a minute, are you doing a background check on me? This is a serious offense¡­¡± When the man finally turned his head in his direction, Minjoon became speechless and bowed his head. This type of information can only be found in movie. How is this possible in real life? The group of people who got me must be really important.. Touma, where are you? I¡¯m going to die! ¡°Who¡¯s your boyfriend?¡± ¡°I just told you, his name is Taisei.¡± ¡°Give me is family name.¡± When he heard his firm voice, Minjoon loudly exclaimed ¡¯ Taisei Kato¡¯ He wanted to immediately ask why, but he held himself back because he thought that if he opened his moth, his tongue would be cut by that sharp paper. He was shy, but he couldn¡¯t contain his curiosity for even a second longer. When the name left Minjoon¡¯s tongue, the bald man began to type on his laptop with an expression similar to the ninth God. In just a couple of seconds, he had Taisei¡¯s profile pulled up. ¡°Taisei Kato. Born in the Yamanashi prefecture, 23 years old, currently unemployed. He¡¯s famous for sleeping around with men in Shinjuku.¡± The man listened in silence with his arms crossed, then he looked in Minjoon¡¯s direction, who was sitting in front of his desk. ¡°Who requested those million yen?¡± ¡°Taisei, he said his mother was sick¡± At Minjoon¡¯s words, the bald man sighed. Then, he hesitated for a second before calmly explaining, ¡°Taisei¡¯s mother passed away 2 years ago.¡± ¡±Son of a bitch!¡± He was so angry that all he could do was shout, but in his frustration Minjoon had reverted back to shouting in Korean.The man¡¯s eyebrows furrowed even deeper. ¡°Anything else?¡± ¡°My first year tuition fee, about 1.2 million yen. Besides this, food, clothing, living expenses¡­ all in all its about 4 million yen.¡± Perhaps because of his excited words, the man remained silent. Minjoon bowed his head deeper as he was the target of all the sympathetic eyes full of its of the yakuza men in the room. Why wouldn¡¯t they feel pity? It¡¯s athletic to even think about. Minjoon looked up at the man with his puppy-like eyes full of fear. ¡°I¡¯ll find your passport, pay the million yen debt to Yamamoto. I¡¯ll also pay not only that year of tuition, but your whole tuition. If you want, I can even kill him.¡± Minjoon shook his head no as the scary wads ¡¯I¡¯ll kill him¡¯ left the man¡¯s mouth, thinking it would be a horrible thing if he were to die at his hands. ¡°No, I don¡¯t want that.¡± ¡°Why? Do you still like him?¡± He shook his head for a completely different reason this time, as if saying ¡¯I don¡¯t like him¡¯ The man made a confused expression, seeming as if he didn¡¯t understand his way of thinking at all. ¡°Who likes who? Even if we start over I still wouldn¡¯t like him.Damn it!¡± As soon as Minjoon yelled in anger, he felt a chill go down his spine. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching him. ¡¯you¡¯ve really gone crazy, you crazy bastard. You dare to scream like this in front of these people? Although it was hard to tell what they were thinking, everyone was glaring at Minjoon with twisted eyes as they shoved their hands in their pockets. ¡°So the, it wont matter if we kill him.¡± The man leaned against his desk with his long legs crossed like a model, fixing his eyes on Minjoon and repeating that he would kill Taisei. ¡°You shouldn¡¯t kill people so recklessly¡­ don¡¯t you think? However..¡± Minjoon shrunk his shoulders and avoided that heavy gaze. ¡°However?¡± ¡°If you can, I¡¯d really appreciate it if you could break two of his ribs.¡± ¡°Just two?¡± ¡°Yes, just two. Don¡¯t touch any of his organs, arms, legs or anything like that. Just two ribs is enough.¡± ¡°Alright then, I¡¯ll repeat our terms. I¡¯ll collect your passport, pay your debt, and full tuition. When the contract is completed, we¡¯ll give you your full compensation(redundancy payment). And finally, two ribs.¡± ¡°Compensation?¡± ¡°I can pay you monthly, but no one knows how people will change. We can discuss the amount later, so, what do you think? It¡¯s not bad.¡± ¡® Not bad? Of course it¡¯s a good deal! I was going to die, so this is the same as buying the lottery with a 100% chance of winning. It¡¯s not bad at all but.. you guys are yakuza.¡¯ Minjoon¡¯s head started to spin like crazy. First of all, they¡¯re yakuza. They may say this now, but the same way Touma may throw away an old toy when he grows tired of it, they can easily throw him a knife and make him disappear without a trace. Minjoon opened his dark eyes and stared at the man. At that moment, their gaze met as the man was staring straight at him. His heart felt as if it was about to explode as his body was drained of strength. ¡¯Yeah, lets put my perfect gay life at risk. We¡¯ll put it in the hands of this sexy man. We can think about it again later.¡¯ Minjoon, who had made his decision, opened his mouth and spoke. ¡°Then, what do I have to do?¡± ¡°Be Touma¡¯s mom.¡± ¡°What? Are you asking me for marriage right now?¡± The glare of the sunset beautifully penetrated the man¡¯s body and warmly wrapped around Minjoon, creating a mysterious atmosphere. This would be the perfect background for a scene in which two fated people confessed their profound love for each other in a movie. However, in reality, Minjoon¡¯s head was a messed he felt a barrel digging into his back. ¡°Wa-wait a minute. Why are you really doing this?¡± Minjoon raised his arms over his head, trying to disperse the atmosphere created by the sunset. ¡°No, its just that, in Korea things like ¡®have my child¡¯ or ¡®be my child¡¯s mother¡¯ are lines reserved for when you¡¯re asking for marriage, so I¡¯m confused. Please excuse me use this once. I can¡¯t seem to understand the cultural differences¡­¡± ¡°Move them.¡± His arms disappeared in a flash at the mans harsh words. ¡°I don¡¯t understand why Touma calls you mama, but we will keep this contract until he realizes you really aren¡¯t his mother.¡± ¡°Wh-what if he doesn¡¯t realize?¡± ¡°You think my son will call a man mama forever? Let¡¯s start with one year.¡± The man threw a decisive word at Minjoon, who was unable to think once again because of the cold barrel on the back of his head. ¡°The men from Yamamoto financial are vicious. Tell me, did you ever sign a contract with your fingerprint?¡± ¡°No, I¡¯ve never¡­¡± Now that he think¡¯s about it, there was one time where Taisei urged him to sign something in a hurry even before he could read the contract, which is why he believed in Taisei¡¯s words that he would take full responsibility and only managed to take a picture. ¡°Usually, financial transactions need a collateral. There¡¯s no financial institution that lends money without a guarantee. So, why did Yamamoto financial lend you money without a guarantee? That means you unknowingly provided one, so, whats the security that you provided?¡± ¡® Seriously, cant you just tell me what the issue is without asking back and forth? I¡¯m really anxious right now¡¯ Minjoon shakily opened his mouth, desperately hoping it was not the word he was thinking of right now. ¡°A body in exchange¡­?¡± ¡°Correct. So then, what do you want to do? I cant wait to wash my hands clean of this dirty situation.¡± There was a moment in which Minjoon felt ashamed by the words ¡®dirty situation¡¯. Minjoon pouted his lips, mumbling as he tried to find peace with himself. ¡°Please, call a lawyer¡­ boss.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll call one, if you want. And don¡¯t call me boss. It¡¯s Daiki. If Touma calls you mama, shouldn¡¯t you call me Daiki? Minjoon.¡± His heart had not been prepared to hear his name come out of that man¡¯s mouth, so when he suddenly heard it, he felt his body melt. If there had been no one, he would have asked him to say his name one more time. ¡°Well the, its been decided¡­¡± ¡°Wait a minute.¡± Minjoon cut off his words in order to ask for a promise that would guarantee his life. The yakuza that were standing around, became agitated and looked in his direction as if their patience had finally reached its limit and they were going to kill him. ¡¯Hurry up! What did you gain after doing such a stupid thing? You pathetic bastard!¡¯ The bald and Cary, but somehow cute, yakuza all began shoutings at once. Minjoon, who felt upset, sobbed and began to shout in resentment. ¡°I know, I know. I know how stupid I am and I know I¡¯ll be stupid even if I drown in dishwater¡­¡± ¡°Hey.¡± ¡°But, how can you all look at me with that kind of face? Don¡¯t you all know what sympathy is?¡± ¡°I said hey!¡± At Daiki¡¯s thunderous voice, Minjoon covered his mouth with both hands as his body shook with hiccups. Daiki flicked his finger and called a toad faced yakuza, signaling a jar of water on his desk. He poured a glass of water in a glass so shiny it seemed out of place in his rough hands and carried it to Minjoon. Minjoon politely took the glass in both hands and downed it in a hurry like a possessed man. Not that he though about it, he had gone all day without drinking water. ¡°Now, lets sign the contract. It will notarized tomorrow in front of a lawyer.¡± ¡°Yes..¡± Minjoon nodded his head, becoming Touma¡¯s mama. Minjoon hugged the small animal tickling his chest and curved his body into a ball. Minjoon, who felt better due to the new-found warmth, is smiling widely as he dreams. ¡¯What animal is this? It smells lovely. Was there ever such an animal in my house¡­.¡¯ Minjoon pulled the small creature closer to his body, wanting to feel more of that warmth. A ¡®ma¡¯ sound could be heard in the distance. ¡¯Was it mama? This animal¡­ can even talk¡¯ Minjoon opened his eyes and look straight ahead. He saw Touma on top of his chest, or more precisely, he saw Touma snuggled up inside his big yukata. ¡°Mama, mama.¡± Touma called out to Minjoon, rubbing his round cheeks against his bare skin, leaving him at a loss of what to do. ¡¯Oh, that¡¯s right. I signed up to be Touma¡¯s mom yesterday. Now that its morning, I¡¯m starting to slightly regret it. Ah, how cute. Agh, I don¡¯t know. Who cares about mama, who cares about mother. I have your sexy father.¡¯ Minjoon hugged Touma closer and kissed his face. ¡°Hi, Touma. Did you sleep well?¡± ¡°Mn. Touma no cry or snore. Is that why mama came? Mama.¡± ¡°Is that right? Good job. But, why did our Touma wake up so early?¡± ¡°Not early. If big hand point here, it¡¯s eat time with papa. If no wake up, I¡¯ll be in trouble.¡± ¡°I see. Where is the big hand?¡± ¡°Here.¡± The time Touma was pointing to read 6:30 at most. Thinking that Touma was misinterpreting the time, Minjoon double-checked with a smile on his face. ¡°Is this where the short needle should be?¡± Minjoon said this, pointing at the number 8, which signaled the time he could wake up and work as hard as possible. ¡°No, it this.¡± This time Touma didn¡¯t bother pointing to the clock, instead he held up his right palm and folded his left until only his thumb was standing straight, clearly reading ¡®6¡¯. He looked at the clock where the time read 5:50. Normally, this would be the middle of the night for children. For Minjoon, this was the middle of the night. Minjoon was going crazy at the thought of getting up to eat at this time. Ever since he was old enough to eat by himself, he had never woken at this hour to eat. ¡¯Yes, now that I¡¯m Touma¡¯s mama I should begin by breaking these ridiculous habits.¡¯ Minjoon clenched his teeth as he dragged Touma back into the blanket.