Sugar Boiled

Hong Muyoung had just taken control of the Pyeongtaek region.
As he was about to leave after shutting down a club, someone suddenly threw themselves into his arms.

At a glance, it was clear this guy had been around this place for a while…

Though he had a clear, delicate face, Muyoung had no intention of picking up anything in a filthy dump like this.

“…There’s a tattoo on my body.”
“Damn.”
“There’s still some drugs left. It’s probably… related to that.”

The guy pointed to the roof of his mouth as he spoke. And sure enough, there was a tattoo etched there.
He even went so far as to bare his ass, asking for a body search.

“Look, kid, I don’t swing that way.”

But as the days passed, Seonkyung began approaching Muyoung in a different way…
The growing closeness between the two became strange yet sweet, like a subtle fragrance.

“You’re not scared of me anymore?”
“…I’m trying not to be. Gotta play cute, right?”