Chapter 6.4

The security guards shouted in shock, but Mujin slapped the man’s face again as he turned back to look at him with a bewildered expression. Smack!

“Does it hurt?”

Mujin’s voice was sharp and low. The man stared at him, speechless. Mujin slapped him again with all his strength.

“What, what are you doing!”

“After beating your helpless wife and son, and even beating them to death, you have the nerve to say this now?”

The voice was so cold it could freeze icicles, leaving everyone unable to intervene. Mujin slapped the man’s face again, causing his lips to burst and blood to trickle down.

“Ugh… ugh…”

Fear filled the man’s eyes.

“Why, are you scared? Wondering how much more you’ll get hit?”

“What can you do? Everyone here is on my side, so no one’s going to back you up.”

“Ugh…”

Mujin slapped the man again. The man’s head snapped to the side with a dull thud, and he mumbled, trembling.

“This, this is vi-violence…”

“Turn your head, bastard. Can’t you see I’m bleeding here too? Turn your face.”

As Mujin raised his hand to strike again, Noah grabbed his wrist from behind, embracing him and whispering in his ear.

“Prosecutor, stop. Please.”

“……”

“Please…”

The pleading whisper made Mujin glare coldly at the man before finally lowering his hand. He spoke.

“Show up in front of Noah again, and I won’t let it slide, no matter what.”

* * *

Noah’s expression was complicated as he touched Mujin’s bandaged arm. Even though it was just a slight graze, Mujin couldn’t stand seeing Noah’s hands tremble as if handling a broken vase. He pulled his arm away and spoke bluntly.

“Why are you trembling over something so trivial?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Mujin, irritated by the timid apology, shot a sharp look at Noah. What was there for him to apologize for?

“Why are you apologizing?”

“…”

“Look up.”

Noah’s head drooped even more at the stern tone. He felt ashamed. It was like having cold water splashed on his face, waking up from a dream to face a bewildering reality when he saw his father’s face, the man who killed his mother.

“Jung Noah.”

“…”

Mujin sighed through his lips as he watched Noah stubbornly avoid showing his face. He understood Noah’s thoughts clearly and wished he wouldn’t blame himself for this. There was no reason to.

“Noah.”

Called in a slightly softer voice, Noah finally raised his head a little to look at Mujin. Placing a hand on Noah’s head, Mujin’s long eyes narrowed slightly.

“Next time, when Eundong gang tries to stab me, you block it for me. How about that?”

“…Are you telling me to die?”

Noah replied with a small laugh. Mujin spoke with a thoughtful expression.

“That would be troublesome.”

“…Don’t do that again.”

To Noah’s words, Mujin replied.

“I can’t promise that. Can you?”

“…”

Seeing Noah unable to answer, Mujin scoffed as if he expected it. How amusing. Did he think it was something you could just decide with your head? Grumbling internally, he got off the hospital bed and patted Noah’s shoulder.

“Let’s go. Home.”

“I’ll take you.”

At Noah’s response, Mujin paused for a moment, then looked up at him and said.

“Your Mujin is really tired today and really wants some kimchi stew and rolled omelet made by Noah at home.”

“…”

Noah’s expression changed subtly. With a probing look, Mujin chuckled and walked ahead. Ah, tired. Stretching and speaking as if for him to hear, Noah followed, unable to hide his troubled expression.

It’s a bit much to go inside the house. Sensing his hesitation, Mujin turned around and urged him.

“Aren’t you coming?”

“…Let’s go.”

With a sigh, Noah followed him, deciding to quickly prepare dinner and leave. He had to.

* * *

I knew this would happen. Noah blamed his feather-light patience. But he couldn’t refuse the request to help avoid getting the wound wet, so he ended up following Mujin into the bathroom.

After finally tearing himself away from Mujin’s lips, which he had been coveting for a while, Noah whispered in a husky voice.

“I’ll prepare dinner.”

“…Are you thinking about food now, Noah?”

Mujin chuckled, slowly kneeling. He undid the buckle of Noah’s pants, pulling down the zipper with his teeth.

Breathing heavily and leaning against the bathroom wall, Noah couldn’t stop him, calling out with a troubled face.

“Prosecutor…”

“Mujin.”

When he finally pulled down the underwear with his teeth, Noah’s erect cock popped out, brushing against Mujin’s cheek. Mujin stuck out his tongue, lightly licking the tip of Noah’s glans, whispering.

“Call me Mujin.”

With those words, he enveloped Noah’s cock with his lips, the sensation of the mucous membrane making Noah dizzy, pushing his hips toward Mujin’s face with a moan.

“Ha… Mujin.”

As the cock filled his mouth, Mujin gagged slightly, holding Noah’s hips. Watching Mujin’s head move, lips puckered and tongue spreading wide, Noah closed his eyes tightly.

It was something he had never imagined. The rising pleasure made him want to tear into Mujin’s throat. Clenching his trembling hands, Noah spoke to Mujin.

“Stop… I can’t take it.”

Mujin glanced up with his long eyes, pulling Noah’s cock from his mouth and licking it from bottom to top. The sensation of the red tongue slithering like a snake from the cool balls upward was vivid.

“Why hold back?”

Mujin was now holding his own dick, pleasuring himself while sucking on Noah’s again. At that moment, Noah’s reason flew away.

Grabbing Mujin’s head, he thrust into the warm, soft mucous membrane recklessly. He felt Mujin’s hand grip his butt in surprise, but Noah didn’t care.

Deeper. Faster. He wanted to reach deep inside him. Seeing Mujin’s face, holding his cock in his mouth, stirred a desire for conquest.

Their panting filled the bathroom. As Noah thrust deeply into Mujin’s mouth, Mujin let out a strained groan.

“Ku… huk…”

“Ha… Prosecutor… Ah… Mujin…”

The shallow breaths poured over his groin. Mujin’s urgent hand moved quickly over his own dick, likely feeling like he was choking.

Instinctively gripping Mujin’s head, Noah shuddered as he released deep inside. Seeing Mujin’s flushed face and tears in his long eyes, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Mujin also climaxed, his body trembling and coughing repeatedly.

“Cough… You bastard… Cough… Trying to kill someone…”

“Ha… ha…”

Noah collapsed, pulling Mujin into an embrace. They kissed again passionately. The salty taste of semen lingered, but it didn’t matter. After a long while, their wet lips parted, and Noah pressed his forehead against Mujin’s, whispering.

“I love you.”

“…That’s embarrassing.”

Mujin awkwardly turned his head. Noah laughed.

The kimchi stew and rolled omelet, eaten after a long time, were just as he remembered. Watching Mujin eat a considerable amount without leaving any rice, Noah’s face showed satisfaction.

Seeing Noah not even touching his own meal, Mujin spoke with a sulky face.

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“I am.”

As Noah quickly picked up his spoon, Mujin narrowed his eyes. That guy.

“Is your stomach okay?”

“It was nothing serious.”

Mujin replied nonchalantly, but his chopsticks slowed as if he lost his appetite. He suddenly thought of Lee Boram. Ah, I have to send that kid out by this summer.

With a gloomy expression, picking up a piece of rolled omelet, Noah seemed to remember something and spoke.

“By the way, about that person.”

“Who?”

“Investigator Lee Boram.”

“What about him?”

Mujin tensed as Noah mentioned the name he was already tired of. Noah sighed, picking up some beans and putting them in his mouth.

“Isn’t he interested in you, Prosecutor? Why is he so clingy?”

“…What are you talking about?”

What did that kid do to you? Mujin was about to say he’d interrogate him immediately but slumped his shoulders at Noah’s unexpected words, replying indifferently.

Noah, dissatisfied with Mujin’s reaction, frowned and protested.

“No, it’s not something to brush off.”

“Hey, do you know how big the age gap is between Lee Boram and me?”

“There’s a ten-year gap between you and me too, Prosecutor.”

Mujin had nothing to say and silently chewed his rolled omelet. Come to think of it, it did feel like he was a thief. No, he was a thief. Mujin muttered with a gloomy expression.

“Anyway, it’s not like that.”

“You’re too nice to him, that’s why he’s acting up.”

“Who’s acting up?”

Mujin snapped, glaring at Noah. Noah didn’t back down, smiling slyly at Mujin.

“I thought his eyes would pop out at the company dinner.”

“That kid… Never mind.”

“I’m saying make it clear this time.”

At Noah’s words, Mujin put down his chopsticks, speaking sharply.

“Make what clear?”

“Do I have to say it?”

Noah replied. Mujin frowned, puzzled. Make what clear? Was he suggesting marriage between two men? After a moment of thought, he spoke calmly.

“You know I can’t decide on my own anyway.”

“……”

“So don’t be jealous over nothing and pack your things to move in, my dear Jung Noah.”

Smirk.

Seeing Noah’s lips twitch at Mujin’s words, Mujin shook his head. Still a kid. Not fully grown.

* * *

Of course, Mujin couldn’t decide on his own.

Watching Lee Boram cry his eyes out, Mujin felt both complicated and relieved.

“Prosecutor! Waaa! I just thought we could finally work well together!”

“…It’s not like you’re going far.”

“But still…!”

Recently, Lee Boram has become more like an investigator. His mistakes decreased, and he started making more sense. He received more praise. It was the result of Kim Dohyun’s blood, sweat, and tears.

Kim Dohyun was patting the sobbing Lee Boram’s shoulder, comforting him. He looked at Mujin and smiled.

“Well, I’m sad too.”

“True.”

Mujin nodded in agreement. The thought of letting Lee Boram go had been abandoned long ago as he proved herself. But he got caught in an unexpected personnel change. Mujin gave a bitter smile, extending his hand to Kim Dohyun.

“Well, it’s just next door, but thanks for everything.”

“Thank you too.”

Kim Dohyun bowed his head.

Knock knock.

The door opened, and Jinhyuk peeked in. His face seemed unusually shiny today.

“Hey, Yeo, I’m out.”

“Oh, right.”

With Jinhyuk’s transfer to the special unit, Mujin was moving to Jinhyuk’s position. This changed the team composition again. Watching his friend finally go where he wanted, Mujin joked without malice.

“Work hard and get beaten up.”

“I’m good at that.”

“Don’t cry missing here.”

“You don’t cry scared of the gangsters.”

“Screw off, bastard.”

At Mujin’s words, Jinhyuk laughed, waved, and disappeared. It was time to move his stuff to the empty seat. As Kim Dohyun and Lee Boram rolled up their sleeves to help, Noah knocked and entered.

“I’m here to help.”

Seeing the tall investigator, Mujin chuckled without a word.

The moment the news spread that he was moving to that position, Noah had been so excited as if it were his own business. He must have been thrilled to see Jinhyuk leave. He must have been eager to help with the move.

Watching Noah stride in and pick up the pre-packed items on the desk, Mujin spoke.

“Investigator Jung Noah, looking forward to working with you.”

“Looking forward to it too.”

Noah bowed politely, his posture straight and upright. The sight made Mujin chuckle, recalling when he first met him.

A lanky, sharp-edged twenty-year-old boy. That boy was now a reliable investigator standing by his side, filled with endless affection.

Walking alongside him, Mujin spoke.

“What’s the most urgent case right now?”

“The murder case of the club owner linked to the Wolgye gang is the biggest. We should handle that first.”

As Noah recited the case summary while walking, Mujin smiled.

Yes, it was spring. Spring has returned.

For now, it seemed his spring wouldn’t fade away.