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.