Ch 251 - Sealed and Stamped
If he didn’t cover his mouth, Yoonshin would have surely screamed. He observed the man properly. Unless Yoonshin’s facial recognition skills were damaged, the person who had his legs crossed, staring right at Yoonshin, was none other than Sehun. Yoonshin was shocked and bewildered, but more than anything, he was glad to see Sehun. A big smile hung ear to ear on Yoonshin’s face. He didn’t look back—he shut the door and briskly walked over to the older man.
On cue, Sehun extended his arms and wrapped them around the slim waist of the younger man. Then, he seated the lean man on his lap and crushed him in his arms. Yoonshin stretched his legs on one side of Sehun and twisted his upper body to add his warmth to the temperature of the other.
“When did you get back?”
“Not too long ago.”
“Did you move up your flight?”
“Yeah. Using the bed alone feels weird now. There was a ticket for an earlier time, so I got it and came back.”
Yoonshin wound his arms around Sehun’s back and kissed the other man’s face. Sehun watched, his eyes narrowed. Then, once Yoonshin’s kisses started to subside, Sehun stroked the back with the hills of his spines protruding.
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Yes, with a client. It was Korean food, and it was so-so. What about you?”
“I just had an in-flight meal. Right, I heard that you’re having a hard time because of the other lawyer. He’s quite bullheaded, I heard. Can you manage him?”
Yoonshin pulled away slightly from Sehun’s embrace, and his eyes grew round. This was something he had wanted to ask when Sehun came back, so he was surprised that the older man brought it up first.
“Who told you that? I was going to ask about him anyway.” After he asked, Yoonshin found the answer himself. He was in a different team than Sehun, but they were still using the same secretaries, so they exchanged news and conversation. Secretary Tak must have told Sehun. “It was Secretary Tak, wasn’t it?”
Sehun’s eyes affirmed the question. Yoonshin added, “I can win. No, I will win for sure.”
“Why are you being so unnecessarily solemn?”
“I have my reasons,” Yoonshin answered vaguely. He thought Sehun would ask why, but Sehun responded with silence. After staring for a moment, Yoonshin asked impatiently, “Why aren’t you trying to dig deeper? I can only answer if you ask. That way, I can ask you back.”
“He was in the same year as me in law school. I don’t need to hear it to know. Oh, the judge is also my classmate.”
“I know. That’s why I was concerned. No matter how fair he tries to be, he’ll naturally have a bias toward his acquaintances…”
“And your opponent submitted his resume to Doguk and was rejected. Twice.”
“I was right? I aggravated him with that. His pride must have been scratched.”
“Guess who rejected him?”
Just like when he came into the room, Yoonshin gasped and covered his mouth, his pupils quaking violently. When he was able to speak again, his voice was trembling ever so slightly. His voice had hints of regret, astonishment, and refreshment—expressing an emotion somewhere in between them all. “Was it you?”
Instead of verbalizing an answer, Sehun shrugged again and rubbed at Yoonshin’s hips. He narrowed his eyes and replied in a speculative tone, “The best way to bother you was probably your sister and my scandal. You must be in a fix. Is there anything I can do to help?”
Without it needing to be explained, the older lawyer must have presumed Yoonshin’s situation. Eventually, Yoonshin gave in and let out his thoughts. “It’s all right. I’m always forthcoming with my thoughts and feelings.”
“That I know very well.”
“What do we do? You’ve become a homewrecker overnight. You’re going out with me, but I’m kind of mad that people think you’re going out with my sister. And I feel sorry about that too.”
“What more is there to do? Weren’t you going to take responsibility for me?”
“Don’t worry about that part. I can support us both. I won’t let you starve.”
Listening sincerely, Sehun chuckled like he didn’t understand. “Since when did free legal advice and minimum rates prove the economic fitness of a lawyer?”
“I’ve earned a fair amount after coming to Doguk.”
“How much do you donate every year?”
“I look forward to it—our penniless newlywed life.”
“Frugality is the virtue of the modern lifestyle.” Yoonshin’s eyes seemed to permit Sehun to spend as much as he wanted in lieu of the smaller quantity. Yoonshin grabbed Sehun’s cheeks and kissed him. It was an antiquated seal of Yoonshin’s vow, but Sehun seemed to be satisfied with it.
Telling Yoonshin there was no need to worry, Sehun said in a gentle, reassuring tone, “Yoonshin Do, I’m really unaffected by it. There were always rumors about me in the first place. You should know—you must have heard a few things about me.”
“Those rumors were based on your deeds. This time… is different.”
“To me, this and that are the same.”
Feeling sorry once again, Yoonshin leaned closer to Sehun. He felt every muscle through the thin fabric of Sehun’s shirt. Sehun was at the conference for a week, and Yoonshin was busy for the few days preceding the trip, so Yoonshin’s body quickly grew aflame with desire.
Using the finger that Sehun himself had put the ring on, Yoonshin pressed against the older man’s red bottom lip. Then, he stuck his tongue into the crevice that he made. He poked in and out, and Sehun played along, opening and closing his lips and squeezing down on Yoonshin’s tongue.
Yoonshin blew a sigh into Sehun’s mouth and shifted to a more comfortable position. Sehun caressed Yoonshin’s cheek gingerly and took the baton, biting quite hard at Yoonshin’s upper and lower lips one by one before finally locking his moist lips over Yoonshin’s.
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