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A smartly dressed man leaned against the wall of the train station, as he lazily browsed through his phone. It was a long day; as it was the last day for his team and him to meet their recruitment target for this year’s game. They had all been given their respective list of potential players to enlist, and no matter how likely the player would be willing to call the number on the card - one wasn’t sure till the very end. After all the games weren’t just for anyone, they had to find the most desperate of the lot to invite. 

Switching apps, he once more opened the file for the final name on his list. 

Seong Gi-Hun. 

The man’s name wasn’t the last on the list, but the salesman found himself hesitating to approach his target for many weeks. He kept telling himself that he was waiting for the man to become extremely vulnerable, but the salesman knew that was complete bullshit. The moment he had spotted Gi-Hun, something stirred within him. He couldn’t exactly place what the emotion was; but it was dark and dirty. It had whispered ever so sweetly in his ear everytime he had seen the man - and he often found himself always within Gi-Hun’s vicinity by the end of a day. 

It wasn’t love.

It definitely wasn’t something pure or innocent like that. 

The salesman snorted at the thought before he paused lightly on the photo attached to the man’s file. The picture was clearly taken a while back, for it was when Gi-Hun wasn’t riddled with debt or a gambling addiction. It was from  a happier and more carefree time. Not that Gi-Hun had aged terribly over the years; a haircut, some nice clothes and a bit of self care was all that was needed to revert the damage years of stress had done to the man.  

‘And possibly a firm hand as well.’ The salesman mused silently. 

Something twisted within him in agreement.

He closed the app and went back to his thoughts. Over the past few weeks he had unintentionally memorised Gi-Hun’s routine and schedule. It wasn’t long before the man would enter this station to wait for his train home, and this was when the salesman decided to approach him.

Something uncomfortable twinged within him , as the recruiter sighed to himself. The thought of drafting Gi-Hun into the games never set right within him. Which was why he kept postponing and delaying the older man's recruitment. However, today was the final day; and he had no choice but to approach Gi-Hun. The higher-ups always knew what was happening, nothing really escaped their notice. Given what type of operation it was, there wasn’t something as being too careful in their line of work.

“What a shame.” he muttered to himself as leant his head against the station wall.

Lost in his own thoughts, the salesman was soon brought back to reality when he felt his phone buzz - indicating a new message. Most probably from the recruiters group chat. Much as he appreciated the convenience of it, more often than not the other participants would fill it with garbage messages. Such as links to videos, articles and memes. Last year, two other recruiters were low-key flirting, until another colleague told them kindly fuck off and use a personal channel for that kinda shit. The salesman suppressed a smile at that memory - despite it being incredibly annoying, it was funny to see the flustered reactions of the two and the cheers from the other members. 

“How typically office-like.” He said to himself as he opened the message app. 

Recruiters, 

I am pleased to inform you that we have reached our annual quota. You could either end your work now or continue to recruit until the end of the day. Any players recruited tomorrow onwards would not be considered for the game, nor would you be compensated for their recruitment. 

Additionally, we would be sharing your sales numbers tomorrow via email. Kindly cross check the details by next week and confirm to finalise your payment.

Thank you. 

The salesman blinked multiple times at the message, as he allowed the surprise to wash over him. He knew that he was close to reaching his allocated target. From yesterday’s report, he was only behind by one person; so it could have been one of the people he’d slap in the morning that had called in to confirm their participation. Regardless, it meant that he no longer needed to recruit Gi-Hun for the games. Had it been anyone else, he’d most definitely would have approached the man tonight. The bonus package for overshooting the target was incredible - but this year, he wasn’t so interested in competing for it. 

He had something else to win.

Something better. 

The earlier foul mood he had been sporting immediately vanished; and the salesman now openly grinned as he pocketed his phone. The knot in his chest loosened, and he could feel that twisted darkness uncoil and thrum impatiently in his veins. Humming to himself, he watched the entrance to the train station. Mind whirling with multiple ideas and plans. 

Today was a good day.

X.

He didn’t have to wait long, for he saw a familiar figure enter the station. The salesman could feel his body thrum with excitement, and took a long drawn out breath to calm himself. He could feel that dark thing within him begin to twist and turn with eagerness, but he ignored it. The salesman had never felt this way before when recruiting for the games; after doing it for so long, the routine had become boring and tedious… It was work. But this - this wasn’t work. This was a personal endeavour, and something only he would benefit from. In a way, the salesman could understand why the participants would risk their lives to win. True, their circumstances weren’t ideal; but higher the risk, higher the reward. 

However, that joy was short-lived when Gi-Hun’s face became clearer… and the grin he was sporting earlier immediately faded. Judging from the bruises littered all over the man's face, it was obvious as to what had happened. The salesman had seen the loan sharks roughen up Gi-Hun before; but, this was the first time he’d seen them touch the man’s face (only he was allowed to that) . He could feel the annoyance and irritation build within his chest; but, he suppressed it - this wasn’t the time to be unprofessional. 

He waited for Gi-Hun to sit down on an empty bench before slowly making his way. 

“Sir.” He begins as he sits down, “Do you have a minute?”

“I don’t believe in Jesus.” Gi-Hun curtly replies as he shifts away. The salesman doesn't lose his smile. It’s not the first time he was mistaken as a fringe church recruiter. Not that his actual job was any different. 

“It’s not that.” He begins again, placing a little more urgency into his tone. “I’d like to give you a great opportunity-”

And Gi-hun pulls out a gun - Well… That wasn’t expected. 

Immediately he raises his hands up; but the salesman doesn't feel any danger. Instead he feels a shiver of excitement run down his spine. He knew Gi-Hun was different; stimulating him in ways no other participant had before. 

‘I still have firsts.’ He thought to himself, and suppressed a chuckle when the gun turned out to be lighter. Only Gi-Hun was able to catch him off guard like this. 

“I come from a Buddhist household. So stop bothering me and get lost.” The older man reiterated, clearly annoyed with him.

However, it only added fuel to the fire as the salesman continued to smile. How could he leave Gi-Hun, when the man stirred him like that? The darkness within him twisted in agreement. “Sir.”  He begins once more, leaning a little into Gi-Hun’s space. But keeping a respectable distance, in order not to spook the man. “Would you like to play a game with me?”

This clearly piques Gi-Hun’s interest, for the man looked at him contemplatively. “What are you? A solicitor?” He asks, his tone filled with a tired wariness, “You people have all kinds of sales tactics.” The salesman doesn’t answer, and moves to unlock his case on the bench. “I can see how unfortunate your situation is, but I have no time to...”

As soon as he showed the contents of the case to Gi-Hun, the man’s voice promptly died in his throat. That bewildered look does suit him, and the salesman wets his lips unconsciously. He couldn’t wait to see what expression Gi-Hun would show when he stuck the man’s face. He could feel his cock twitch, but he refocuses his mind on the scene before him.

“Sir, you’ve played ddakji before, haven’t you?” It was a conscious effort to keep his tone neutral and professional. Reaching into the case and pulling out the two cards; he continues, “Play ddakji with me. Each time you win, I will give you a hundred thousand won”

He decided to follow his recruitment script as a test to see if Gi-Hun matched how his mind imagined it. If the older man disappointed him, then the salesman would simply draft him in for the games - a win-win situation all round. 

It took a few seconds for Gi-Hun to understand his proposal, clearly in disbelief as he repeated, “Wait, so if I flip your ddakji over, you’ll give me hundred thousand won?”

The salesman nodded his head in confirmation and said, “However, each time I win, you must give me a hundred thousand won.” He watches Gi-Hun consider his proposal, and to push the man over the edge, he adds, “I’ll let you go first.”

He could see the subtle glance at the money in his briefcase, before Gi-Hun spoke up,“I’m in a really foul mood today. If this is some kind of scam, I’m going to kill you today.”

‘No you won’t.’ The salesman disagrees mentally. He knew that was an empty threat. Sure, Gi-Hun would hit him, but the man didn’t have a single murderous bone in his body. It was, after all, that innocent, pure nature that drew the salesman to Gi-Hun in the first place. What made him want to possess the man, and keep Gi-Hun all to himself. The thought of owning the man pleased that twisting coil in his stomach; and somewhere in the recess of his mind agreed with that sentiment.

Only offering a polite smile in response, he waits for Gi-Hun to make his decision as he finally agrees, “I’ll go first, then.”

He could barely contain the rush of excitement at that decision, but with years of training he manages somehow. Nodding in acknowledgement, the salesman asked “Which colour do you want?”

Gi-Hun picks blue.

And he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from grinning. 

Their first game goes predictably, as Gi-Hun fails to flip his card. He could see the man shift uncomfortably and refuse to meet his eyes.  

“Do you not have any money?” He asks, but he already knows the answer.  

“Money...” Gi-Hun repeats softly, looking away.

The salesman felt his lip twitch at the avoidant behaviour. It was endearing to see the man behave as if he were a child caught doing something wrong. 

“You can use your body to pay up.” He suggests innocently, changing the wording in his work script to sound more suggestive.

It makes Gi-Hun look his way as he asks, “My body?”  

To which he used to slap the man’s injured cheek. The salesman shuddered with arousal, at the stunned reaction. It was better than anything he had imagined, the wide eyes and unhidden shock and surprise displayed all over the man’s face. Even the sound felt satisfying. Allowing his eyes to drift south, he felt his cock fill as he settled on Gi-Hun’s ample bottom. 

He was willing to bet slapping those cheeks would be infinitely better. Would they redden as much as his face did? The salesman mused distractedly.

“What’s with you?” Gi-Hun asked, baffled as he cradled his cheek.

Keeping his professional smile, the salesman explained nonchalantly, “I’ll take off a hundred thousand won per slap.”

The anger in Gi-Hun’s eyes was utterly adorable as he immediately picked up the blue card and demanded, “One more round.” 

‘How could I refuse, when you ask like that?’ The salesman thought as he agreed.

It was a couple more rounds, and a train later did Gi-Hun finally win. Which the salesman was grateful for, as his pants were starting to become increasingly tight and uncomfortable. It was amazing to see how quickly Gi-Hun began to accept his slaps, pushing his hair away and closing his eyes in preparation. The salesman wondered what other behaviour could he make Gi-Hun learn.

‘So obedient… So easily trained.’ His mind purred and the salesman agreed wholeheartedly.

Clapping his hands in amusement at the little dance Gi-Hun did as celebrated, “I won! See that?”

“Come here. Get your face over here.” Gi-Hun sobers immediately from his win, pulling his sleeves up in preparation to swing his arm. However, the salesman effortlessly catches his hand. It surprised him at how thin the man’s wrist was (he could easily circle it with his thumb and middle finger) - despite working at a factory for a decade, all the strength and muscle built must have faded in the following years after. The salesman idly wondered what Gi-Hun’s body would look like underneath all those oversized clothes. He did have the data for the man’s height and weight; so he imagined it would be slender, but not frighteningly thin. 

Just how he liked it.

After the initial shock  had passed, Gi-Hun began struggling in his grip, “Let go of this, you jerk.” but the salesman could easily hold him in place. It thrilled him to know he could overpower the older man with ease, and that twisted feeling knotted further in anticipation. 

Slowly he pulls out the money, and places it gently into Gi-Hun’s open palm. 

“Here’s your hundred thousand won.” He explains as he tucks gently into Gihun’s hands Using his other hand to close the man’s fingers around the cash (taking note of how dainty his fingers were and how soft his skin felt).  

“Congratulations.” He adds, smiling at the befuddled expression. 

They play a few more rounds and this time the salesman allows Gi-Hun to win some of them. They play until most of the money is gone from the briefcase, and Gi-Hun counts the cash eagerly as he puts the cards back and locks his case. 

Finishing his packing, the salesman returns his attention back to Gi-Hun, “You know. There is another way to earn money like this.” he begins, “Would you like to give it a try? ”

“Hey man” Gi-Hun eyes him suspiciously and scoffs, “This is some new sort of pyramid scheme right? But you got the wrong man. I’m not that naive.”

He suppresses a smirk as he mind whispers, ‘But you are.’ His naivety was what pulled the salesman towards him in the first place.

The salesman stands up and looks the other man dead in the eye as he begins, “Mr Seong Gi-Hun.” 

“You signed a waiver giving up your physical rights today, yes?” Seeing the shocked expression, the salesman continues reciting the information on the file he had memorised these past few weeks, “Name, Seong Gi-Hun. Forty seven years old. Highest level of education, Daehan Technical High School. Former employee of Dragon Motors, Assembly Team One. Resigned ten years ago during restructuring. Opened a chicken restaurant and a snack bar, both failed. Currently working as a chauffeur. Has a ten year old girl with an ex-wife, divorced three years ago. As of now you owe hundred and sixty million won to loan sharks and two hundred and fifty five million won to the bank.”

He could see the panic and anger in Gi-Hun’s eyes, when he stood up and approached him. “Who are you? How dare you run a background check on me?” He demands. 

The salesman merely walks towards Gi-Hun, idly noting he had a few inches over the other man as he straightens his back and looks down. Taking one more step into Gi-Hun’s personal space, he reaches into his breast pocket out his business card. It’s not the brown one he had been handing out these past few weeks; but an off white one instead. The card was blank with only a phone number on one side. 

Holding it up for Gi-Hun to see, he simply explains, “Someone who’s willing to pay for your time.” He then steps even further into the man’s space, their bodies only inches apart as he slips the card into Gi-Hun's pant’s back pocket. The salesman knew Gi-Hun understood what he had implied from the lack of reaction he received - frozen in place from the offer. He gives into the temptation and pats the man’s buttock as whispers into the older man's ear, “Give me a call.” 

On cue a train stops at the station and he boards it. Turning around he maintains eye contact as the door closes.

X

All his life, the salesman was known to be a patient man. 

Not that he was virtuous (patience being a virtue was a proverbial bovine waste in his opinion), rather due to him savouring the waiting game he would play. Enjoying the other person’s hesitation, deliberation and uncertainty as they tried to make their decision. It was an exciting show to watch, and never failed to amuse him when they shifted between options and flustered when they couldn't assess if one was worse than the other. 

But this time, he wasn’t patient. Not when he had what he wanted in the palm of his hand, and couldn’t close his fingers around it. 

Which was why he decided to help Gi-Hun make his decision. 

He was high up in the organisation to call in a few favours. In the man’s file,  the salesman had noticed Gi-Hun’s mother was diabetic; all he needed to do was nudge that situation in the direction he wanted. 

Not even two days had gone by since giving the order, and his phone lit up with a familiar number at night. 

Composing himself and swirling the glass of whiskey he had just poured a few moments ago, the salesman picked up the call, “Hello, Gi-Hun.” he greeted, keeping his ever professional demeanor. 

There was a brief pause on the other side, but he could hear the soft rhythmic breathing over the phone. After a few seconds had passed, he heard a hesitant voice ask,  “Is the offer still available?”

The salesman walked towards the ceiling to floor window of his apartment. The lights of his living room caused the glass to be reflective at night; allowing him to see what his expression was. 

Pleased, but animalistic. 

“Of course.” He pleasantly replied as stared off into the distance. 

“I want an advance before I start.” Gi-Hun demands, and the salesman chuckles. He adored this pushy behaviour - wondering if it carried forward in the bedroom. 

“Let’s meet up and discuss the details.” He suggested instead, “I’ll send a car to your place.” 

“No.” The disagreement took the salesman by surprise, but he allowed the other man to continue, “We’ll discuss it at the train station.”

Usually he would have been annoyed by lack of compliance. However, he found himself being enticed instead. Sometimes having everything go perfectly was boring as well. Obedience is only enjoyable when it is earned.

“How about this...” The salesman negotiated, “I’ll be in the back seat, and the car won’t move until we have an agreement. ”

The silence was brief; but Gi-Hun finally agreed, sensing his lack of power in this discussion. Hearing the noise of confirmation, the salesman smiles once more at his reflection (idly noticing how absolutely feral it was - he needed work on that, he didn’t want to scare Gi-Hun away. Not when he was so close to obtaining the man.)  

“Perfect.” He chimes on the phone, “I’ll see you in an hour.”

Before he ended the call the salesman added, “Oh! One more thing.” the lack of the dial tone indicated he still had Gi-Hun on the phone, “I would recommend washing up - You know... Just in case.”

He didn’t hear a response except an immediate cut of the line. The salesman laughed at the reaction before emptying the glass in one swing. 

“You shouldn’t be so cute, Gi-Hun.” He said to himself, staring at his reflection for a moment. Turning his heel the salesman made his way towards the master bedroom. 

Maybe he should wear something nice - he had a date to catch after all.

X.

He finally decided to wear a plain white dress shirt and grey slacks. It wasn’t anything fancy, but the tailoring and material screamed luxury even to a laments eye. The ride wasn’t that long, and neither did he have to wait once they pulled up to the curb near Gi-Hun’s house. For the door opposite of him cracked open and the salesman could see Gi-Hun peer cautiously into the back seat. 

“You can come in.” He invited the man warmly, gesturing to the seat beside him. “I promise I won’t bite.”

Yet.

Gi-Hun was completely unamused by his playful tone, but sits down nonetheless. He was dressed in a pair of worn out jeans and t-shirt, colours clearly washed out, but clean. Even his hair had a telltale dampness, indicating Gi-Hun had taken his advice to shower before meeting up. The salesman could see the older man observe the surroundings and pause at the screen which separated them from the driver.

“Don’t worry, he won’t hear us.” The salesman explains, and Gi-Hun eyes him gingerly. His entire behaviour reminded the salesman of a skittish cat he once met when he was a child. With correct handling, the kitten was soon eating out of the palm of his hand. He couldn’t wait to see if the same would hold true for the man sitting beside him. 

The salesman waited for a few moments for Gi-Hun to start, and when there was no indication of the other man breaking the silence; he decided to take point in their discussion. Reaching into his wallet and pulling out an ATM card, he handed it to the older man to take. 

“This is your new bank card.” He explained, “It’s a joint account with me, and I would be using it to transfer your daily wage.” Gesturing to Gi-Hun’s phone, “Go-head. Check the balance. I’ve already put in fifty percent of your day rate.”

After a few tense minutes, Gi-Hun looks up from the screen and whispers timidly, “There is five hundred thousand won here.” 

He nods in confirmation, “Yes, I am willing to pay you one million won per day. That's my only and final offer.”

Gi-Hun tries to read his mask, but the salesman knows he has perfected his impregnable business smile. After a few moments, he sees Gi-Hun avert his gaze and nod in agreement; and the salesman has to clench his jaw to suppress the triumphant grin that threatens to break across his face. 

“How long is a day?” The older man asks carefully, and the salesman is impressed at how sharp the man was right now. If only he was this cautious with his other decisions, Gi-Hun wouldn’t be in this situation right now. Then again, the salesman was grateful because it made the man fall into his lap.

“Nothing less than twelve hours a day.” he offers, “Just like any other office job in Korea.”

The man beside him rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue his suggestion. Rather he switches the topic when he looks up and asks directly, “And what do you want me to do for those twelve hours?” 

Ah. The million won question.

The salesman meets his gaze unperturbed by the tension in the air, “I want you to do exactly as I tell you to do.”

This answer confuses the older man, as the salesman watched Gi-Hun furrow his brows. He could tell there was something on Gi-Hun’s mind; but the older man decided to state instead, “No permanent marks or blood. Nothing criminal either.… and we must use a condom.”

The amount of money he was willing to pay obviously communicated certain conditions to their relationship. However, he couldn’t accommodate the final request. 

“I’m not the type to damage and hurt what's important to me. I am also a law abiding citizen. So, I’ll accommodate your first and second request.” He coolly replies, “Your last, I cannot.”

He doesn’t offer an explanation, and he sees Gi-Hun wilt a little; but reluctantly agrees. Even his dejected look was arousing. Working around expressionless and masked people made seeing emotions absolutely captivating - and it could be why he was so enamoured by  Gi-Hun; for his inability to hide or deceive.   

“If you're worried about catching something from me - then don’t. I’m clean and I know that you are too.” The salesman says instead.

Reaching out, he curls his fingers under Gi-Hun’s chin and tilts the man’s head to face him. He notices the little flinch at his touch, but doesn’t comment on it (that would require some attending to). Gently stroking Gi-Hun’s bottom lip with his thumb, he adds softly, “I am paying you one million won for twelve hours of your time… I think it’s safe for you to assume I want an exclusive relationship with you.”    

Gi-Hun flushes so beautifully at that, before one more looking away. The salesman had to recite the entire Korean national anthem in his mind to prevent himself from jumping the man at that moment. He couldn’t ruin this by being impulsive - he would only pick this fruit once it was fully ripened in his hands. 

“Now, why don't you go back inside and hand over that card to your mother.” He instructs softly, withdrawing his hand. The salesman felt his cock throb as Gi-Hun obediently nodded as reached the door handle. He knew it was counterintuitive to let go of his prey, but one thing he had learned was; fear wasn't a good motivator. He would rather have Gi-Hun come willingly back into his arms than through threats. 

 To gain trust, one should extend some first.  

“I’ll be waiting for you to return.” He added as Gi-Hun exited the car, “Five minutes, and then I’ll drive off assuming you won’t accept this arrangement.”

It was a risky gamble, but he knew Gi-Hun needed the money for his mother’s treatment. He had also locked the bank account to prevent money being transferred out to another and only accessible via the card; and the nearest ATM was a ten minutes walking distance from their current location. Although there was a risk, he never gambled when the odds weren’t overwhelmingly in his favour.

As expected, in less than four minutes Gi-Hun returned to the car. 

The salesman offered him his usual work smile, but kept his hands clasped tightly on his lap to hide his trembling excitement.   

‘Calm down.’ He whispered to that twisting feeling. ‘All in good time.’

X.

The windows of the car were tinted to prevent anyone looking in or out, but he noticed how Gi-Hun solely turned his head towards the blackened window as if to gaze out. It wasn’t difficult to read the man’s body language; for he tried to curl into the corner, trying to put as much distance between them. Everything screamed ‘leave me alone’ or ‘don’t touch me’. Although the decision was consciously made, the salesman knew the man was obviously frightened by the situation - uncertainty did that to everyone. 

The salesman also knew this was the pivotal moment in which it would set the tone for the rest of their relationship. 

Hence he kept his hands to himself, and allowed the man to keep the distance. 

He would allow Gi-Hun to close the gap, only nudging whenever it was necessary. 

The drive to his apartment was quiet, but he could see the man beside him observe the reflection in the glass; gradually relaxing into his seat when he realised that the salesman wouldn’t be approaching him. When he felt the car pull to a halt and the driver opened his side of the door; the salesman extended his hand at Gi-Hun. 

With great trepidation, the older man placed his hand on it; allowing the salesman to guide him through the carpark to the lift. Gi-Hun’s hands were cold, probably due to a combination of the car’s air conditioning and anxiety building inside him. However, he never let go of the salesman’s hand for a second. It wasn’t as if the salesman had the man’s hand in a death grip - Gi-Hun could have let go anytime, he simply chose not to. Fortunately, the salesman was in front of the older man; for he a pleased smirk slipped through control. 

Once the elevator doors had opened, the salesman led the both of them inside. Turning to the man beside him he pulled out a tag from his pocket and held it to the sensor. Hearing a familiar beep, he pressed the button to his floor before saying, “I will be giving you one.” 

Feeling the lift begin to move, the salesman explained, “I will be sending the car to your place to pick you up and drop you everyday, so don’t worry about commuting.”

Gi-Hun nodded his head, then turned his attention to the number on the screen, and the salesman casually noticed Gi-Hun had still yet to withdraw his hand. 

Once they had reached the desired floor, he once more guided Gi-Hun off the lift and into his apartment. Only then did they break apart as the older man walked around his sprawling apartment; captivated by all the luxurious interior. The salesman followed him two steps behind and they soon made it to the giant window he had been gazing out of earlier. Now that he thought about it, the view was amazing as it displayed Seoul in all it’s nightlife glory. 

They stood beside each other in silence for a few moments, until Gi-Hun broke the silence, “So… How do you want to do this?” His voice was tense and uncertain.

The salesman smiled once more, but this time his expression was softer as he met Gi-Hun’s eyes. 

“First rule.” He lifted up his right index finger, “As soon as you enter this apartment, I want you to strip. In this apartment, you aren’t allowed any clothing. You must be naked at all times.” The salesman fawned over the flush that entered Gi-Hun’s cheeks as fidgeted with the hem of his t-shirt. He allowed the silence to pressure the older man, as he finally collected the nerves to remove his clothing. 

The salesman felt the knot in his stomach twist, and his cock twitch as more skin was revealed with each discarded article of clothing. Despite a few healing bruises littered across his body, Gi-Hun was perfect in every way. His cock was limp, and the salesman suppressed a moan as he noticed the man had trimmed his pubic hair - he prefered clean shaven, but that was easily remedied. 

He gestured to it and casually stated, “Keep it hairless from tomorrow onwards.”

The blush was instant, and the salesman was pleasantly surprised the redness went below his neck. No matter how embarrassed Gi-Hun was, he nodded in response. 

“Second rule.” He added his middle finger, “You are responsible for all the household chores. That includes the cooking, cleaning, laundry and so on.”

The confusion was visible on Gi-Hun’s face, but the salesman ignored it. Hearing no objections he continued by lifting his ring finger, “Third. You are only allowed to sleep in my bed and use my bathroom for a shower. You can keep your clothes in my bedroom as well.”

He could tell with each additional rule, the man’s confusion grew; however Gi-Hun kept his silence, “Fourth. If you require anything for the house or personal, you will inform me. You are not allowed to spend any money for anything that is connected to this relationship.”

“Finally, fifth.” He added in his thumb, “You keep me informed of your whereabouts at all times. Who you are speaking to, and where you are going. If you wish to speak with someone or go somewhere, you must gain my permission first.”

Gi-Hun seemed to disagree with that once the most, but he never voiced his concerns and nodded to confirm he understood the rules. 

Feeling a little charitable due to the man’s good behaviour, the salesman prompted, “Any questions?”

He could see Gi-Hun shift his weight from one leg to other contemplatively, before finally summoning the courage to ask, “What do I call you?”

The salesman smiled, completely pleased with the question. This entire night, Gi-Hun had been asking the right things. Despite the man being considered not the smartest in whatever group he was in, he definitely did use his head whenever the situation called for it.

“You can call me many things.” He began mysteriously, “Nampyeon, Seobangnim, Ju-In… the choice is yours.”

He could see the exact moment Gi-Hun put everything together, as all the clues the salesman had provided fell into place inside the man’s head. 

That he wanted Gi-Hun as his submissive wife - not as his personal whore.

‘Well, not only as his personal whore.’ The salesman mentally corrected.

“You are an attractive man. I’m pretty sure you could get someone the other way to be your wife.” Gi-Hun finally says; his tone partially curious, partially in disbelief.

“I could.” The salesman agrees, “But not you, Bu-In.” 

Gi-Hun blinks in surprise at the title and flushes a little as he drops his gaze to the floor. The salesman sighs fondly at the flustered reaction, and offers once more, “The car will always be waiting for you downstairs. You can end this anytime or any day you want… But once you walk away you can’t come back.”

He allows his words to hang in the air for a few moments, before asking, “So, what’s your decision, Bu-In?”

An agonising few seconds later, Gi-Hun nods his head; gaze never leaving the floor, he softly mutters, “I’ll stay.”

The salesman walks behind him; and whips his palm across Gi-Hun’s bottom, pulling a surprised cry from the man. 

“All mistakes will be punished as such.” He offhandedly explains, observing at the reddened patch now lingering on the skin of the buttocks. After a brief pause the salesman repeats, “I’ll stay, what?”

Understanding where he had made the error, Gi-Hun blushed as repeats his answer, “I’ll stay… Seobangnim.”

The salesman cups the man’s face tenderly, and smiles softly when their eyes meet, “You are perfect, Bu-In.”

He blushed so prettily to praise.

X.

Despite it being a torturous situation, the salesman never touched Gi-Hun sexually. Most of the night was spent touring his apartment, as he showed the man each room and where everything was. He always kept his touches respectable and affectionate; but never lingered for a second longer than he should. He merely treated Gi-Hun as if the man wasn't naked. However, that didn't stop him from admiring Gi-Hun’s body whenever the older male wasn’t looking. 

As time passed and they kept in conversation about the apartment; the salesman noticed Gi-Hun was gradually beginning to relax into his nudity. Although the older man was still considerably embarrassed and shy (always trying to cover his cock with hands in front or place furniture between them), Gi-Hun began hiding himself less. It was a positive step in the right direction, and the salesman was thrilled to see how quickly the man was adapting to the new situation.

He also noted that Gi-Hun would still flinch at skinship, and the salesman frowned internally at the unconscious reaction. Gi-Hun's body must have learnt it as a reflex, for most of his physical contact were with loan sharks 'encouraging' him to repay them. That didn't sit right with the salesman, for it wasn't something he had trained into Gi-Hun. The thought of another man's mark, be it physically, mentally or emotionally lingering on Gi-Hun’s body made that twisted feeling curl up in agitation. 

Pausing the tour of the kitchen, he steps into Gi-Hun’s space; causing the man to back into the marble counter. Close, but not crowding as he waits until Gi-Hun makes eye contact to speak.

“Bu-In” The salesman crooned as he cups Gi-Hun’s cheek with one hand and wraps the other around his thin waist to gently pull the man into his arms (Gi-Hun flinches as expected, but the salesman never addresses it). Stroking the skin tenderly with his thumb, he asks, keeping his tone soft and gentle, “Do you feel uncomfortable with what I’m doing right now?” 

It took a few moments, but the older man eventually relaxed in his arms once he realised the salesman's hands never shifted downwards. Blushing, Gi-Hun shys away from his gaze but leans into his palm, before he stutters out, “N-No, Seobangnim.”

The salesman smiles at the response, and gently runs his fingers through Gi-Hun’s hair. “When was the last time you were so close with someone?”

Gi-Hun doesn't answer, and neither does the salesman want one. The silence was enough for him to understand that it had been years since Gi-Hun had been intimate with anyone. It was obvious in the way the older man would unknowingly melt into his touch. Part of him was thrilled at how touch starved the other man was, for it made his plan much easier to put into motion.

Seeing Gi-Hun so pliant and defenseless in his hands was… incredibly tempting. It stirred every dark ugly corner of his being; whispering in his ear to take. To claim. To possess. However he bit his tongue and stood his ground. 

The salesman knew he didn't need to drive himself to near madness doing this (he could simply bed the man right now); but, that wasn't his true goal. Although having the man in his bed was part of the agenda, the salesman wanted Gi-Hun to ask for it. 

To beg for it.

Perhaps it was working for the games that warped his personality; but he took deep pleasure in manipulating a situation to how he wanted it to flow. Over the years, the salesman found that it was far more rewarding to have the person follow the path he had laid down through suggestions, than forcing them to walk it. Tricking them into thinking that it was their idea all along. Believing that his decisions were originally theirs. 

He noted it would make people far more accepting of their situation, and they would rarely change their minds.  

Had Gi-Hun been open towards dating him, he would have considered the typical dating and moving in. However, that wouldn't have guaranteed what he truly wanted from the man. Maybe he could have coax the man into the role, but that result wasn't certain. The salesman only played a long game, for wins he was sure to get. 

Carding his fingers through Gi-Hun’s hair (the edges were rough, but nothing a simple haircut couldn't fix), he smiled at how unguarded the man had become in his arms. Even now with the right amount of pressure, he could coax Gi-Hun into his bed. 

But not yet. He wasn't ready yet. 

Instead, the salesman gently suggested, "Let's finish the rest of the house. Before we go to bed."

That alarmed Gi-Hun, for the salesman could feel the man tense in his arms. His eyes shot open, with anxiety and fear swimming in them.

"Nothing will happen tonight, Bu-In." He comforted; still playing with Gi-Hun’s hair with one hand, whilst the other drew lazy circles on Gi-Hun’s hip bone. Allowing a few seconds to pass, the salesman added, "We just got to know each other, so don't worry about it, my Gongjunim." 

Gi-Hun flushes at the pet name, and he tries to shy away burying his face into the salesman’s palm. The salesman hummed softly as he pulled the man further into his arms. The sudden change in their position obviously startles Gi-Hun, but relaxes once more when figured that nothing sexual was about to happen. 

He had changed their position because he knew the look on his face would frighten Gi-Hun. 

The salesman felt feral and hungry; to have the meal he wanted so badly in his arms drove him wild… but he knew, if he sank his teeth right now into the pliant prey in his embrace; he might as well wave goodbye to any chance of Gi-Hun staying willfully by his side. 

One thing he absolutely abhorred, was forcing others - there wasn't any finesse nor fun in it. 

The ugliness twisted impatiently within him, but the salesman growled at it to wait. With how susceptible Gi-Hun was being right now, the salesman gauged it wouldn't be long before the man came to trust him.

Either way, he had a few plans on how to encourage the man along.

With an equally patient hand, the salesman guided them to the bedroom. He could feel the tension building in Gi-Hun’s frame, but he reiterated his promise not to touch the man in his sleep. He knew words barely held a grain of salt, for Gi-Hun slipped under the covers and curled up at the opposite side of the bed. The salesman sighed fondly, but undressed to his boxers (he usually slept nude, but until he earned the other man trust he'd wear something for the night). 

"Goodnight, Bu-In." He wished as he dimmed the lights.

Had he not been paying attention, he would have definitely missed it.

"Goodnight... Seobangnim." 

Thank god for the darkness, cause there was no way he could have hid that disgusting grin of his

X.

Even the salesman was surprised at the speed in which Gi-Hun had acclimatised to the situation. Apart from the nudity within the apartment, the lack of any sexual approaches from him had made Gi-Hun feel comfortable in his presence. The initial embarrassment of his naked body eventually faded away, as the man now fully focused on his housekeeping duties. 

Despite the lack of any sexual situations, the salesman focused on Gi-Hun becoming used to his touch. He would always wrap his arm around Gi-Hun’s waist, or run his fingers through the man’s hair. Whenever they were in reach the salesman made it a point to keep his hands on the older man. He made sure to keep it affectionate and respectful, never straying towards anything remotely sexual. 

He didn’t have to wait long for his effort to bear the fruit. The flinching was the first to fade, and now more often than not he would wake up to  Gi-Hun next to him (not entangled in his arms - but the salesman knew it was only a matter of time). Even the faux role play was smoother and more natural than it first began. It was obvious the current arrangement had benefited Gi-Hun, as the salesman noticed the man hadn’t visited any of the gambling establishments he used to frequent prior to their meeting.  

It could have been due to the love Gi-Hun had for his mother and daughter; but the salesman had a feeling he had a part to play in that.

“Strip and place your hands on the counter top.” The salesman gestured, once Gi-Hun had arrived at the apartment. His voice and face, devoid of any emotion. 

He could see the anxiety and guilt weighing on Gi-Hun’s shoulder, but the salesman did not acknowledge it. Gi-Hun obviously knew what he did wrong and he also knew what the punishment would be. 

Much as he wanted to have the man spread across his lap as he did this, he couldn’t risk his cock frightening Gi-Hun. Watching the man stand in place, legs apart and bent in half; he added, “Eyes forward. You are not to look anywhere else until I tell you.”

“Yes, Seobangnim.” Was a soft pitiful reply; but it appeased some of irritation welling inside him.

The salesman gave no warning, as he raised his opened palm and stuck Gi-Hun’s bottom. The sharp slap, followed by the surprised cry broke the silence. Without missing a beat the salesman withdrew his hand and slapped the other cheek, once again pulling out another startled cry.  He continued to strike each cheek alternatively (musing at how it reminded him of their first meeting); and with each sharp crack, a pitiful whimper followed. The surprised cries had hollowed down to a sobbing mess after about the first fifteen; but that didn’t stop the salesman.

All that pent up sexual frustration fueled his strikes, and with the increased speed and strength; Gi-Hun’s pitch would climb as well. The salesman offered no count, for all he wanted to do was redden that bottom as much as possible - a quiet payback for painfully teasing it had done these past few weeks. 

(Although deep inside, the salesman knew the current cock blocking was his own damn fault  -  but, he hushed that rational side of his mind.)

“I’m sorry, Seobangnim. I’m sorry, Seobangnim. I’m sorry, Seobangnim.” Gi-Hun suddenly broke out crying. 

Stroking the now inflamed cheeks, the salesman asked softly, “Why are you sorry, Bu-In?”

“I’m sorry, I broke the rules, Seobangnim.”

“Which rule did you break?” He asked despite knowing quite well which one.

“Number five.” The man choked out, “I didn’t tell you or get your permission to go to the horse races.”  

“You didn’t.” The salesman replied absentmindedly, as his focus was on how pretty Gi-Hun’s bottom had become (that shade of red suited the older man).

“And see what happened… You lost all the savings you had been putting away these past few days.” He added , as he shifted his gaze along the taunt spine before stopping on Gi-Hun’s face. Which was currently planted on the counter-top. Ah, the strength of his strikes had forced the older man to rest his chest on the marble to hold the position, instead of propping himself up with only his arms. 

“Now how are you going to continue to pay for your mother’s treatment?” The salesman asked, and only received a whimper in response. “What a terrible son you are, Bu-In… When she finally began hoping you had turned your life around - you smashed it into a million pieces.” Gi-Hun choked back a sob, but didn’t refute him. 

"And all those promises you've made to your daughter - buying her pretty things, visiting her in the US." He continued, he wanted to completely break the man before him. Tears began to run down Gi-Hun’s face as the salesman reiterated every failure. "What would she think when you don't send all those toys and dresses that you said you would? She'll think that her father doesn't love her any more. Or that he's a liar?"

"No!" Gi-Hun cries, frame trembling with shame. "That's not true… I love her. I love my mother..." He begins  weakly, but his voice trails off.

Despite the pure joy and satisfaction running through his veins, the salesman puts on a sad expression.

“It is the husband’s duty to look after his wife’s affairs.” He says apologetically, “I should have known my wife was terrible with money. So, this is my fault as well.”

“No! It’s not your fault, Seobangnim.” Gi-Hun cut in as he tried to turn his head towards the salesman.

Ignoring the outburst, the salesman continued, “As punishment, I will be confiscating your card.” He silenced any argument erupting, with a sharp smack to Gi-Hun’s abused bottom before speaking up, “All your mother’s medical and living expenses will all be directly handled by me. Anything you wish to give to your daughter as a gift, would also be done through me. Whilst anything else you require, will be upon request.” Pausing for a moment, the salesman added, “You will still have visibility of the account to confirm your daily wages; and should you behave in the future, I will return your access to the account.” 

Gently brushing away the hair that was obscuring Gi-Hun’s face, the salesman soothed, “You are my responsibility, Bu-In. I will always look after you.... Please understand that I am doing this for your own good.”

He felt his blackened heart twist in joy, when Gi-Hun tearfully agreed with him. 

Willing away the arousal and suppressing the throbbing of his cock, the salesman pulled the sobbing Gi-Hun into his arms. He pressed a soft kiss to the man’s temple as began whispering soft praises into his ear whilst rubbing soothing circles on Gi-Hun’s back. Never did the salesman comment even once, on the tell-tale hardness pressing against his thigh.

But he did hide a knowing smirk in Gi-Hun’s hair. 

He was never really upset about Gi-Hun gambling away his savings. After all, he was the one who asked one of Gi-Hun’s old acquaintances to catch up with him and spend some time at the horse races.

Not that Gi-Hun needed to know that part. 

After that particular incident, the salesman felt their dynamic shift. Though they still haven’t engaged in any sexual activity;  he noticed that the older man would now on occasion initiate skinship. Along with that change, the salesman could feel Gi-Hun had become even more obedient towards him. From the beginning the salesman knew Gi-Hun had proclivity towards obedience, but actually experiencing how susceptible the man was to clearly defined rules, commands and directives… was something else 

He had read between the lines in Gi-Hun’s file, working in an assembly line for ten years; where one's work was routined and rigid. Followed by the subsequent failure of his restaurant and snack bar. From the meals Gi-Hun had prepared for him, it was clear the food had nothing to do with their closure - rather Gi-Hun’s inability to take point and lead. The older man thrived under a firm hand; and the salesman knew he was the perfect to provide Gi-Hun with such guidance.

It was frightening at how smoothly his plan had been working out. The salesman had wanted to take away Gi-Hun’s financial freedom once their relationship had stabilised, but couldn’t think of a suitable method in which to do so. Fortunately, Gi-Hun’s gambling vice provided the perfect opportunity to do so. It allowed the salesman to twist the situation to his benefit, faulting Gi-Hun’s inability to handle money and that he was picking up after him - essentially making the older man feel as if he was indebted to him.

Gi-Hun’s mother receiving care from the best hospital Seoul had to offer, and his daughter's pleased video calls in which she thanked her father for the presents she received was enough proof for Gi-Hun to believe the salesman kept his word. He'd even given the man a new apartment (for his mother to live in upon return from the hospital). Although the salesman did transfer one million won each day, just to keep appearances - despite it being a spare change in his eyes, he knew he was essentially paying himself (Gi-Hun simply wasn’t privy to that information). It was a cumulative effect, but the salesman knew Gi-Hun now placed a considerable amount of trust on him. 

Peering over the screen of his laptop, the salesman watched as Gi-Hun busied himself with the stove - preparing their meal. Only wearing a plain black apron and with his back turned, the salesman appreciated the view of the older man’s ample bottom; idly noticing how one of the ties rested perfectly between the cleft of his cheeks.  'He truly was a priceless find.' The salesman mused as he watched Gi-Hun's bottom cheeks jiggle whenever the man would move around the stove. 

Perhaps now was the perfect time to sample what the trust had earned him.

The salesman rose from his seat and slowly made his way towards Gi-Hun, he could see that most of the cooking was completed and only required plating. Placing his hands on either side of Gi-Hun’s body, the salesman pressed his front to the man’s back. He could feel the older man tense up upon contact, but relax immediately into his frame - a positive sign. 

Peering over Gi-Hun’s shoulder, he complimented, “Looks amazing, Bu-In.”

He kept his tone low on purpose, and allowed the timber of his voice purr into Gi-Hun’s ear. The salesman heard the sharp intake of breath, but felt no shying away that was often accompanied with it until recently. Making sure to not grind his cock into Gi-Hun’s bare bottom, the salesman simply placed an innocent kiss on the back of the man's neck; just beneath his ear.

“Just like you, Bu-In.” he breathed lowly. 

This elicited a soft gasp, and a rush of gooseflesh began to appear on Gi-Hun’s skin. Sensing he was allowed to continue, the salesman pressed another fleeting kiss below the first; followed by another compliment. Never did he go below the base of Gi-Hun’s neck, but his hard work was soon rewarded as the man slowly turned around in his arms. The salesman grinned at how red Gi-Hun’s face had become; his expression was shy but pleased. He had recently discovered the older male was extremely vulnerable towards praises. It could have been a result of the past couple of years being terribly cruel, not allowing Gi-Hun to hear a single kind word sent his way. 

(And the salesman would send plenty Gi-Hun’s way).

Now face to face, chest touching one another; the salesman could see Gi-Hun’s attention would flicker towards his lips. Suppressing a smirk, he leant forward to capture Gi-Hun’s lips with his own.

It began all soft and chaste, as if they were innocent highschool sweethearts. However, the rippling darkness twisting within him, pushed the salesman to trace the outline of Gi-Hun’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue - a silent ask to enter. Which he was subsequently given as Gi-Hun wrapped his arms around the salesman’s neck to bring him closer. Placing one hand around Gi-Hun’s waist and another to cup the back of his head, the salesman released a low groan as his tongue dove into the older man’s mouth.

Despite how much he wanted to devour Gi-Hun then and there, the salesman reeled in his instincts. After waiting so much time, he wanted to savour this moment; enjoy the taste of Gi-Hun on his tongue. Although the older man had been unresponsive at first, the salesman coaxed Gi-Hun to kiss back. Soon with new confidence, they rolled their tongues on each other. The salesman would occasionally suckle on the man’s bottom lip, trying to plump it up before diving back in.

Finally when they were both starved for air, they broke apart. 

Breathing heavily as they eyed each other, tension heavy and thick as they both remained in each other’s arms. Neither of them commenting on the hardness pressed against each other. 

Once their breathing returned to normal, the salesman cupped Gi-Hun’s face as he pressed a soft kiss to man’s temple.

“You are absolutely wonderful, Bu-In.” he crooned, before pulling away from the embrace and returning to his work.

The salesman didn’t miss the flash of disappointment that flashes across Gi-Hun’s face. 

Soon. He whispered to himself, trying to sooth the displeasure growing within him. Soon.

X.

Once more their relationship shifted. 

It was now a few months into their arrangement, and a couple weeks after their first kiss in the kitchen. The salesman could see the development, for now he could steal kisses from Gi-Hun whenever he felt like it. Their touches also had graduated from innocent affection to something more (not sexual, but shy of it) - and he wasn’t the only one initiating the skinship. Gi-Hun was now waking up in his arms, their bodies pressed up against one another. It also hadn’t escaped his notice that Gi-Hun was beginning to spend more and more time with him. 

‘According to plan.’ he mused as he gazed out to the city view, whilst nursing a drink.

The reason for imposing the minimum twelve hour time limit was to soak up as much of Gi-Hun’s time as possible, cutting him away from the rest of the world. Although at the start, Gi-Hun had tried to stick to a schedule and spend it during the day; his travel to and from the apartment would result in him being stuck in gridlock traffic. So more often than not the man would stay later or arrive earlier than usual; which eventually turned into spending the night. Slowly, one night would turn into two, then three. Now, with his mother spending more time at the hospital, Gi-Hun would only leave for the weekends to clean the apartment the salesman had gifted them. 

He brought in the married couple role play and nudity, to immediately work on hurdles that would usually come up later in a relationship. The constant nudity and rules helped shape the role of an obedient submissive wife in Gi-Hun’s mind. The nudity not only helped in shortening many skinship milestones, but also helped Gi-Hun become used to his touch. The salesman played it off as a kink that he was paying Gi-Hun to participate in, but with the continuous play and no break in character melded into the older man’s original personality. Training him to think and behave as if he were actually the salesman’s dutiful wife.     

Taking away his financial independence was another step of preventing the older man from interacting with others, for money was required to do the most basic of things. Such as travel, catching up with friends and so on. The salesman, having access to the man's phone (not that Gi-Hun knew), he could see progressive decline in messages and calls coming to Gi-Hun’s phone. 

Even the calls and messages with his daughter had declined. The salesman had suspected that Gi-Hun’s ex-wife and her new husband were putting distance between the two - possibly due to the overly expensive gifts he had sent on the older man’s behalf. The fear of Gi-Hun's new wealth would  allow him to reclaim his daughter. Gi-Hun complained about the growing distance, but with a few soothing words and suggesting the girl was busy trying to adapt to the new environment had sufficiently placated the man.

Only when the man became restless, did the salesman plan an outing. It was obvious how dependent Gi-Hun had become of him; for the man would plaster himself against the salesman in comfort whenever they left the house, or after he returned from long meetings away from home.

However, the man needed one more push. 

There was still some hesitancy lingering in the back of Gi-Hun’s mind; because each time their kisses became too heated, the man would blush and pull away. Much as he was satisfied with the current progress of his plan; the salesman's patience was wearing thin.

Usually, he wouldn't double barrel his strategies; but a great opportunity showed up. Apparently, one of Gi-Hun’s old friends who ran a small restaurant had pestered for a night out. Being the ever wonderful husband, the salesman granted permission with no security as requested (despite every fiber in his being hated the thought of Gi-Hun leaving his sight). Wishing his beautiful wife an enjoyable night,  he arranged another party of connected individuals to ‘entertain them’. 

Now all he had to do now was to wait for a call.          

Hearing his phone ring, the salesman smiled when he saw the hangul for ‘Wife’ light up on the screen.

Pausing for a moment, he swipes to answer, “Hello-”

“Seobangnim! Please! Save me!” Gi-Hun’s panicked whisper cut him off.

Feigning confusion he asked, “Bu-In? What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“Seobangnim, please hurry! The loan shark and his prople are after me!” Gi-Hun sobbed into the phone. From the muffled music he could hear over the phone, the salesman deduced Gi-Hun was hiding outside a nightclub. Looking at the older man’s location on his phone (via a secret app he had installed much earlier in their relationship), he roughly guessed the area. 

Lacing urgency and panic into his tone, the salesman promptly responded, “I’m coming now Bu-In. Send me your live location, and stay hidden till I come. Okay?”

“Please, Seobangnim! I’m so scared - They-They said they would be taking my b-body this time.” Gi-Hun’s voice cracked with all the anxiety and fear.

Casually placing the drink down and calmly making his way to the lift, he responded by faking the fluster in his tone, “I’m coming, Bu-In. Don’t worry, your husband will handle it and keep you safe.”

With that he ended the call, and sent a warning text to the loan sharks to calm down; otherwise they wouldn't receive their payment. 

The drive to Gi-Hun’s location wasn’t long, as the man and his friend had decided to party nearby. Instructing the driver to find parking, the salesman exited the car; messing his hair and clothes a bit to show a bit of disheveledness, he made his way towards the location the loan sharks had shared with him. 

“Stop it! Let me go! Don’t touch me!” He could hear Gi-Hun’s panicked cries grow louder along with the laughter of the loan shark's crew as he approached the destination, “Seobangnim! Seobangnim!”   

The salesman paused for a moment to soak up the sweet sound of Gi-Hun’s frighted voice. He sounded so beautiful calling him for help. Perhaps he should plan this sort of thing more often if Gi-Hun was going to call out for him like that.

Whatever pleased mood promptly vanished as he turned the corner. 

Gi-Hun was laying on the floor on his back; hands held by one man, and another between his legs. The dress shirt and pants the salesman had purchased as a gift were in tatters, exposing his chest and underwear. His skin was littered with bruises and cuts. The anger imploded within him, as the salesman felt his expression fall blank. That ugly, dirty darkness he kept tightly under control ran wild under his skin. 

He had given explicit instruction, not to roughen the man too much.   

He definitely didn’t give them permission to do this. 

“Seobangnim…” Gi-Hun weakly cried out to him as their gazes met. 

Keeping his expression blank, the salesman calmly stated, “I would advise you to step away from that man.”

The loan shark and his goons stared at him, and the salesman coolly met them head on as he said, “If you want your money settled in full, then you should do as I say.”

With that he pulled out a few stacks of fifty thousand won notes from his breast pocket, holding it up he added, “There’s more, but that man needs to be released.”

With that his driver appeared behind with a briefcase, along with the security detail that he called in to accompany him. The tension was so thick, one could have sliced through it. Assessing they were outnumbered and outmatched, the loan shark and his crew released Gi-Hun from their grip. As soon as he was free, Gi-Hun quickly scrambled to his feet and ran towards the salesman’s open arms. Tucking the man into his embrace, the salesman threw the money towards the loan shark, and instructed his driver to slide the briefcase towards them.

“You shall find the exact amount he owes in there.” And with that the salesman turns, along with Gi-Hun. The chauffeur jogs ahead of them, and brings the car to the location the salesman got down earlier. 

Guiding Gi-Hun to the back seat, the salesman fires off a text to the chief in his security detail before climbing in. 

Take out the trash and tidy up.

He only tolerated disobedience and mistakes from Gi-Hun; no-one else got second chances. The salesman brushed away any lingering dirt and tears on the now sleeping man’s face, his anger bleeding away as the man proceeded to snuggle into his side. Gi-Hun collapsed immediately as soon as he set down; clearly drained and exhausted from the night’s events. 

His phone chimed, and unlocking it he smirked at the response.

Affirmative.

X.

The rest of the night passes quietly. Gi-Hun barely stirs as the salesman maneuvers him from the car to the lift and then to the bed. Although his anger is now controllable, he still feels it simmering beneath his skin. It was a grievous oversight on his part - he shouldn't have assumed the loan shark had the level of intelligence to understand his clear cut instructions. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Now the rest of his plan had to be put on hold - just disposing of them didn't seem like a good enough punishment.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, the salesman began undressing Gi-Hun, who was deep asleep on their bed.

His initial plan was to frighten the man just enough to discourage him from ever leaving the apartment without the salesman present. That the world outside these walls were dangerous and terrifying; and the only way Gi-Hun could navigate it was with him by the man’s side. He had also wanted to use this opportunity to sow seeds of distrust between Gi-Hun and his previous social relationships. A payment to Gi-Hun’s friend to abandon the man at the crucial moment was all it took.

'At least there was someone with a brain.' He mused sarcastically, as he made his way to the bathroom. 

The salesman returned to the bedroom with a damp towel and a first aid kit. Running the towel across Gi-Hun’s body, carefully working around the cuts and contusions; he noticed the injuries overall were minor. Fortunately, nothing seemed serious and could be treated at home (which was the only redeemable part of this entire mess up). However, the salesman was more concerned by the potential trauma Gi-Hun would have due to being nearly sexually assaulted.

His grip tightened on the towel, as his lips pressed into a thin line.

He had been working for months, conditioning Gi-Hun towards his touch.

The last thing he wanted was to start from scratch once more.

He should have brutally tortured them.

"...  S-Seobangnim?" A soft unsure voice broke through his thoughts and the salesman immediately shifted his expression.

"I'm here, Bu-In." He reassured, placing a cool palm against Gi-Hun’s face. "We're home. You're safe." 

Watching Gi-Hun lean into his touch as he began sobbing once more, sent a wave of relief through the salesman's body. The fact the older man hadn’t flinched away, and sought comfort from him instead meant his work hadn't washed down the drain. With great care, the salesman gathered the distraught man into his arms and lap, and began to comfort him. Whispering promises of protection and security, as he ran a steady hand through Gi-Hun’s hair.

Once the salesman felt the trembling of Gi-Hun’s frame subside, and simply enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, he spoke asked, “What happened, Bu-In? I thought your friend and you were going to have a drink.”

Gi-Hun let out a wet sniff and cleared his throat before answering, “We did. At first we were having a great time; but then he suggested we try out this new place… I wasn’t really comfortable changing locations, you know.” Shifting a little to meet the salesman’s eyes, “I messaged you about it...”

The salesman hummed softly as he added, “Yes, it was a new bar that recently opened - I wasn’t happy cause I couldn’t check if it was safe for you, Bu-In… But I didn’t want to ruin your night out with you friend.” Tightening his arms around Gi-Hun, he mumbled sadly, “I’m sorry, Bu-In. I'm a terrible husband. Because of me, you got hurt. If only I-”

“No!” Gi-Hun cut him off, “None of this is your fault, Seobangnim! How could you have known that was where he wanted to go?” Burying his face into the salesman’s chest, “You are a wonderful husband! You saved me. You keep me safe. You look after my mother and daughter. You stopped me from gambling. You gave me a new life and I’ve never felt more safe or secure than I do now.” The salesman could hear the older man’s voice breaking, “It’s all my fault for not listening to you - the time with the gambling and today. I should have known by now. Everything you do for me, is to keep me safe and happy.”

The salesman fought down the urge to smirk in triumph, and masked it with an affectionate smile, “You are precious to me, Bu-In.” Pausing a bit for those words to sink in,he continues, “I didn’t want to suffocate you, which was why I reluctantly agreed to allow you to go out tonight.”

Gi-Hun’s eyes shined with unshed tears, “I should have listened to you when you said you didn’t like the changing of location. Even when I asked if I could spend the night out with him, I saw you didn’t like the idea initially… I should have listened to you from the start.”

The salesman fakes the curiosity and confusion in his voice, “What do you mean, Bu-In?”

Gi-Hun looks away as he hesitantly explains, “He was really pushy about checking out this new place. But it wasn’t even ten minutes in that bar, when the loan sharks had come in. He’s even left me at the table to go to the washroom.”

“Are you suggesting he set up?” The salesman asks, pretending to be surprised. 

“I’m not sure...” Gi-Hun trails off, “But the timing was weird and he never showed after disappearing to the bathroom - I simply ran away from them as soon as I recognised them.”

The salesman once more hugged the older man to his chest, “I’m so sorry to hear that, Bu-In...People can be terrible at times.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Gi-Hun cleared his throat, and locked eyes with him, “You saved me from a terrible situation and got rid of them. My debt of hundred and sixty million won is with you. Well if you deduct my earnings -”

“None of it matters to me, Bu-In.” The salesman gently interrupts him, “You are worth more than a measly hundred and sixty million won. I never kept a check on how much you owed me. Not with your mother, and definitely not now.” Pressing a kiss on the man’s forehead, “Your safety and happiness is worth far more to me than some spare change.”

Smiling at the shocked expression on Gi-Hun’s face, the salesman adds softly, “You are worth more than anything else in this world, Bu-In.” Tracing the curve of Gi-Hun’s face, he repeats, “You are precious to me.”

He could tell something changed within Gi-Hun, for the look in the man’s eyes changed. As if the salesman had given him the confirmation he needed.

It's almost as if the older man were an innocent young bride on her wedding night; with an equally shy voice and refusing to meet his eyes, Gi-Hun whispered, “I think you need to show me how much I mean to you.”

Looking up coyly, Gi-Hun adds, “Please, Seobangnim.”

This time the salesman didn’t hide his pleased grin.

X.

Even though he had finally had the fruit he had been wanting to pick fall on his lap; the salesman kept a tight grip on his primal urges. Much as he wanted to toss the man on to the bed and ravaged him completely - there were bruises and wounds to be mindful. Not to mention, this could be Gi-Hun’s first time with a man and first time ever in the past few years. So keeping it vanilla for tonight would be beneficial down the line. Besides, he didn’t want to reward his months of patience with a five minute blur of motions. He wanted to take his time, savour every single noise and reaction he could pull out from the older man. 

Mind sharp and sense keyed up, the salesman curls his finger under Gi-Hun’s chin and tilts the man’s head up. Slowly, he lowered his face to meet the older man's lips; pausing for a moment just before they could touch - breathing each other’s air. He could feel the anticipation in Gi-Hun’s body build, and seconds before the man could snap; the salesman closed the gap. 

The little teasing had paid off, cause this kiss didn’t start off chaste. Within seconds the salesman drove his tongue in, twisting and rolling off Gi-Hun’s - utterly dominating and consuming the man through this one kiss. Teeth clicking, and sucking on Gi-Hun’s bottom lip; the salesman finally pulls away for air. Their breathing is heavy and rapid - from the dazed expression on Gi-Hun’s face, the man had enjoyed it as much as he did. 

Careful not to put pressure on any injuries, the salesman places his focus on Gi-Hun’s neck. Although he had pepper kisses along the man’s milky column, he had never given into the urge of marking it - until now. Placing one hand around Gi-Hun’s waist and the other reaching the back of his head; firmly gripping the man’s head, the salesman gently tugs down to force Gi-Hun to look up. With that, the salesman begins to trail kisses along Gi-Hun’s neck, occasionally sucking on the skin to leave a mark - growling as he heard the man gasp out whenever he hit a sensitive point.

Once he was satisfied with the amount of attention he had paid to Gi-Hun’s neck; the salesman carefully shifted their position. With a firm yet light hand, he maneuvered the Gi-Hun on to his back. Making quick work of his clothes, he returns his focus on the older man laying on the bed; who was openly staring at his body. 

“Enjoying the view, Bu-In?” He purrs seductively, causing Gi-Hun to blush furiously and avert his eyes. Slipping himself between Gi-Hun’s thighs and spreading them with his, the salesman places an arm on either side of the older male’s head. Shifting his weight to one hand, he uses the other to catch the man’s chin, making Gi-Hun look up at him, “None of that. This is all yours - I am your Seobangnim.”

Through the corner of his eye, the salesman could see the hesitant hands of Gi-Hun reach out and map his body. The fingertips gliding across the curve of his muscles, fleeting and barely there. Despite it feeling innocent and curious, the throbbing of his cock intensified - unable to remain still, the salesman continued his trail of kisses downwards from Gi-Hun’s neck to his chest. Noticing the bruises and cuts on the man’s torso, the salesman decided it would be better forgoing bullying Gi-Hun’s nipples (he’ll save that for another time); though he does press soft kisses on the injuries.

Continuing his journey south, he heard a sharp intake of breath when his mouth was lined with Gi-Hun’s cock. He could feel the older man bury his fingers in his hair, as the salesman took one long wet swipe from base to tip with his tongue. Leaning on elbow, the salesman circles the base of the cock with his index and thumb - holding the length in place before swallowing the tip. The low moan and shiver that ran through Gi-Hun’s entire body made the salesman shudder as well.

‘So responsive.’ He mused absentmindedly, before hollowing his cheeks to increase the pressure. The cry in response just fueled him further, for the salesman proceeded to swirl his tongue over the highly sensitive head, occasionally flicking at the frenulum. Bit by bit the salesman fed Gi-Hun’s cock into his mouth, drenching it with saliva. Once he felt that he had wet the length enough, he began to bob his head up and down. The salesman could feel Gi-Hun trembling as he picked up speed. He continued to the mounting cries until he felt the man’s body tense, immediately lifting himself off with a wet pop. 

Chuckling at the disappointed whine, the salesman gently flipped Gi-Hun to his stomach. He then lifted the man’s hips, allowing Gi-Hun’s knees to prop up his behind. The salesman could tell the position was new to the older man, as the muscles in Gi-Hun’s back were tightly sound up. Draping himself over Gi-Hun back, the salesman crooned, “Relax, Bu-In. I will never hurt you.”

With that he shifted down, pressing kisses along the divot of Gi-Hun’s spine. Taking his time, the salesman ran his hands up and down the taunt muscles of the older man’s back, kneading them to release tension built within them. Gradually, the salesman felt Gi-Hun acclimatise and relax under his fingers. At a languid pace, the salesman slipped his fingers between his partner’s cheeks; the tips of his finger gazed at Gi-Hun’s opening. 

The tension returned and he continued to run one hand along the older man’s back whilst the other slowly circled the tight ring of muscle. It didn’t take long for Gi-Hun to settle back down again, and on that cue the salesman himself between the man’s knees. Spreading the cheeks apart, he lowers his face towards opening. His breath tickling against the sensitive rim, the salesman hears Gi-Hun release a soft whimper. Rubbing one of the cheeks to sooth the older man, the salesman runs his tongue around the plucker's flesh.

Thankfully he had a firm hold of the older man; for Gi-Hun’s body lurches at the sensation, whilst crying out in surprise. Keeping the man in place, the salesman focuses his attention on circling the tight ring with his tongue; alternatively squeezing the flesh of Gi-Hun’s cheeks. The salesman continued his onslaught on the tight ring, pulling a series of gasps and whimpers from the older man. Sensing that Gi-hun had grown accustomed to the feeling, the salesman sealed his lips around open and gently sucked - this pulled out sharp keen from the older man, as a rush of gooseflesh flew across his skin.

Not allowing Gi-Hun to become accustomed to the teasing, the salesman presses his tongue past the ring. This caused the older man to quiver and fist the sheets as the pleasure built within him. The salesman smirked to himself at the reaction, rocking his tongue in lazy circles; whilst keeping his lips sealed around the rim and hollowing his cheeks. The combination of penetration and sucking, drove Gi-Hun over the edge as he began to tremble violently and break away from the salesman. 

Hearing the man beg to stop teasing him and struggle to hold himself up, pleased the salesman. He wanted to drive the older man to the edge with pleasure - make him unable to find any sexual satisfaction outside of his touch. Lifting his face from the cleft of Gi-Hun’s bottom, the salesman quickly reached out to his bedside table to pull out a bottle of lube. Not wasting any time in generously slicking up his fingers, he returned to his previous position. 

Gi-Hun was still recovering, when he came back and barely flinched as the salesman’s index finger circled his opening. With a watchful eye, the salesman slowly pushes the finger past the tight ring of muscle. He felt Gi-Hun tense at the intrusion and whimper; but kept pressing forward until his knuckle hit the puckered flesh. The salesman raked his hand across Gi-Hun’s back, murmuring praises as he waited for the older man to adjust to the intrusion. 

Feeling Gi-Hun relax around his finger, the salesman gently pulled back. Only to push in once more when only his tip remained clutched by Gi-Hun’s opening. With each drag, the older man whimpered; but his reaction picked up once more as the salesman added a second finger. The salesman continued to play with Gi-Hun’s rim; scissoring it and hooking his finger to pull at the ring of muscle surrounding the man’s heat. Burying his fingers once more to his knuckles, the salesman slides in his third finger. 

He could tell that Gi-Hun felt this stretch more than the others, from the low drawn out moan the man released. Smirking at the wanton reaction, the salesman began to press and feel around wet slick heat. The sudden jerk and surprised gasp was all he needed to know that he had found where the older man’s prostate was. Burning that piece of information into his mind, the salesman began to focus his attention on the pleasure spot - circling and massaging the gland. It truly was a treat to see Gi-Hun writhing under his finger, trying to bite back the moans tumbling out of mouth.

The salesman continued his teasing of Gi-Hun’s opening, until he was sufficiently satisfied at how pliant the man had become. Withdrawing his fingers and hearing a disappointed whine at their loss was enough to tell him that Gi-Hun was ready to receive his cock. Fortunately, the bottle of lube was within reach; and with a set of practiced moves, he coated his painfully throbbing length. 

Positioning himself, the salesman takes a deep breath to steady himself. Although he was moments away from finally claiming Gi-Hun in the way he had always wanted - he didn’t want to ruin it by becoming over excited and finishing early. Distracting himself by turning his attention to Gi-Hun’s blissed out expression, the salesman chuckled fondly. 

That look suited him.

The salesman kept his focus on Gi-Hun’s face and held the man’s hips firm before he pushed forward. He couldn’t hold back the groan that erupted from his throat as he felt the addictive warmth of the man’s tight slick heat begin to envelop his cock. Similarly, Gi-Hun cries out at the stretch. The salesman keeps his pace slow and doesn’t stop pushing inward until he is fully sheathed with the man.

Neither Gi-hun nor he moved for the first few seconds. The salesman bit down on his lip - the pain provided a suitable distraction; for had he not, he would have climaxed then and there. 

It was everything he had imagined and more. 

“Bu-In...” He groaned, “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.” to which Gi-Hun responded with a drawn out gasp 

The tightness of Gi-Hun’s heat was only slightly painful, but he knew that would fade away as the man became accustomed to his length. Once he felt that he wasn’t going to come at the slightest movement and the older man was no longer clutching down on it with all his might; the salesman began to pull back his hip. 

Much like the sensation in his fingers, the drag was incredibly addictive. The salesman could feel those slick wet walls try to suck him back in. From the arching of his back and desperate grasping of the bed sheets, he could see he wasn’t alone in enjoying this. Steeling himself, the salesman pushed back inward, once more pulling a series of moans and gasps from the man below him.

Bit by bit, the salesman built up his pace; changing the angle of his thrusts ever so often. It didn’t take long to find the one that made Gi-Hun cry out and quiver. With that figured out, the salesman began increasing the speed and strengths of his thrust. Occasionally snapping his hips hard against Gi-Hun’s to pull out a sharp keen as his cock rammed against the man’s prostate. Despite the salesman wanting to prolong this feeling, he could feel his orgasm building in his stomach. The tightening of Gi-Hun’s walls around his cock and straining of his back, told the salesman the older man was also nearing his as well. 

Using his still lubed hand, the salesman reached around Gi-Hun, and fisted the man’s neglected cock. Pumping the length to the rhythm of his thrust, the salesman watches as Gi-Hun loses himself into the pleasure. It wasn’t long before he felt the older man clench down as he emptied himself into the salesman’s hand.  

The scene of Gi-Hun becoming overwhelmed; eyes rolled back, mouth slacked open as he cried out was enough to push the salesman to the edge of climax. Grunting and rutting against the clenched muscles of Gi-Hun’s heat, he emptied himself deep within the older man. 

Shuddering through the aftershocks of the orgasms, the salesman gently guides the both of them to their side. He gathers Gi-Hun into his arms, and presses a tender kiss to the man’s sweat drenched nape. Words and sentences were beyond him as he allowed the rush of emotions and hormones wash over him.

They'll speak about this tomorrow. Right now, let them bask in the sweet feeling of the afterglow.

X.

Life after that hadn’t changed much. Gi-Hun had now moved fully into his apartment, and the only time he would leave was to visit his mother or whenever he had an outing with the salesman. Grocery shopping and other trips were all done online and through delivery, if he had to make physical visits anywhere; he would always ask the salesman to accompany him. After much persuasion, the salesman convinced Gi-Hun to allow him to clear his bank debt, with the promise to stop transferring a million won to the joint account. 

“Not that I need that money anyway.” Gi-Hun mumbled shyly, “I have you, Seobangnim.”

The salesman smirked at the comment, “Yes you do, Bu-In.” letting out a pleased hum at Gi-Hun grin.

They were currently walking around the high end shopping centre, spending the day shopping as Gi-Hun had wanted to get him something for their approaching first year anniversary. However, due to the recruitment for the games were around the same time; he hadn't been available sooner. Hence, as an apology; he had freed up a day to spend with his lovely wife. Not to mention he had placed in an order at Cartier, which required a fitting and pick up.

It was a lovely day and he was having a wonderful time; having Gi-Hun pressed beside him as the salesman wrapped an arm around his waist, hand resting on the older man's hip. Unconsciously, Gi-Hun relaxed into the light embrace as he excitedly took in the surrounding luxurious shops - pointing at anything that caught his eye.  

“Hyung!” A voice called from across the floor, and the salesman furrowed his brows as he turned towards the speaker.

Cho Sang-Woo.

Winner of 2020 games. 

“Sang-Woo?” Gi-Hun called back, but being the dutiful wife; he never left the salesman's side despite wanting to greet his friend. “It’s been a long time.”

The salesman could tell Sang-Woo was confused by their relationship, for it wasn’t common to see another man being escorted with an arm around his waist, bodies pressed close to each other. The widening of Sang-Woo’s eyes told the salesman, the man recognised him - to which he responded with his trademark business smile. 

“Yeah...” The man’s voice trails off, before asking, “Who’s this?”

Gi-Hun flushes a little and sends a quick glance his way, the salesman merely nods his head before pulling the older man even closer. Reassured, Gi-Hun affectionately introduces the salesman to Sang-Woo, “This is my Nampyeon.”

The answer only seemed to confuse Sang-Woo further, as he pushed his glasses back, “Ahh… When did you two...” gestured to their intimate posture.

“Our first year anniversary is coming up soon.” Gi-Hun brightly answers.

The math clicks within Sang-Woo’s mind, and he looks slightly bewildered between them. The salesman had to hand it to the other man for hiding his emotions this well. He had seen the footage of Sang-Woo’s participation, and the man clearly had what it took to win.

“...Congratulations.” was all Sang-Woo could say, his tone strained as he maintained eye contact with the salesman.

“Do you two know each other?” Gi-Hun asked, looking between them.

“We’ve briefly met before.” The salesman explained, sending a pointed look towards Sang-Woo. 

‘I won’t mention anything, if you don’t.’

He warned with his eyes, and he knew the man across from him caught it. 

“Yeah.” Sang-Woo hesitantly agreed. 

“Work related.” The salesman offhandedly supplied in response to Gi-Hun's curious look. He knew the answer hadn't satisfied Gi-Hun from the slight frown he still wore, but the man concedes and nods in acknowledgement.

The topic of his work was always something he dismissed; but the salesman knew that if left unaddressed, could lead to complications further down the line.  

“Come Bu-In.” He gently urged, lightly increasing the pressure of his hand on Gi-Hun’s hip. “There are still many shops left for us to visit, and I need to collect something.”

Gi-Hun seemed conflicted, as he wanted to speak with his childhood friend but he also didn’t want to displease the salesman as well. However, due to his past experience of catching up with old acquaintances, Gi-Hun opted to remain by the salesman’s side as he bids goodbye to Sang-Woo.

“Sorry Sang-Woo.” Gi-Hun apologised, “We need to complete the shopping by today, so let’s catch up some other time?” To which the other man nodded, still eyeing the salesman subtly.

Gi-Hun rattles off his number to which Sang-Woo punches in and gives him a miss call. With that they both parted, and the salesman remained silent until he knew they were out of Sang-Woo’s sight.

Guiding Gi-Hun towards the boutique where he had an appointment, the salesman began calmly, "I know you want to ask me something." 

Embarrassed to be called out, Gi-Hun fidgeted as fumbled out his question, "Who are you, Seobangnim?" They remain in silence for a few moments, and Gi-Hun breaks tension once more, “Sang-Woo seems to know more about you than I do… And I don’t even know your name.”

The salesman responds with a sad smile and looks away to display his misery with the situation. Squeezing Gi-Hun, he finally replies, “I can’t tell you my name … because I don’t have one to give.”

They say the best lies are the ones that have a bit of truth mixed in… and here, the salesman decided to be truthful.

“What do you mean, you don’t have a name?” Gi-Hun asked, eyes blinking with confusion.

“I don’t exist, Bu-In.” The salesman patiently explains, “Not physically, of course… Rather on paper - I cannot exist for the work I do.”

“You work for a secret intelligence agency? That kinda explains how you know so much about me and why Sang-Woo treats you as if you traumatized him. I always thought investment banking was shady.” Gi-Hun mused out. 

“I can’t say, Bu-In.” The salesman responded tactfully, keeping his expression neutral.  “The less you know the better.”

Although it didn’t completely satisfy Gi-Hun, the man doesn’t press him for details. “Then what do I call you?” the older man questions.

“There doesn’t seem to be a problem in using Seobangnim, is there?” He shoots back.

“Are we still continuing the whole married role play?”

“Do you want to stop it?” The salesman can easily pick out the hesitancy in Gi-Hun’s body language, “The car is always waiting for you, like I promised, for when you want to end this relationship.” Although his voice was levelled, the salesman felt his heart hammer within his chest and that thing inside him twisted painfully.

“No! You've done so much for me. It’s… Not that...” Gi-Hun panics and burrows into the salesman’s side, while he struggles to voice his thoughts, “I just want us to have a proper relationship.”

The salesman hummed a little, “But don’t we already? There is no money exchanged between us. We live together, kiss and sleep in each other's arms. We're practically a married couple without the role play. That’s how I’ve always treated our relationship.” Pausing for a moment, he added, “And I think you do as well.”

He could see the conflict in Gi-Hun’s eyes, so he continued, "You don't need to clean the house, wash the clothes and prepare the meals. I can see how happy you are by my side acting as my wife. Welcoming me back from work… Even the nudity, which was initially a kink of mine - I can see you've embraced it. Arching your back when you cook or clean."

Gi-Hun flushes at that and keeps his gaze to the floor. However, the older man doesn't move away from him. It was a silent gesture of agreement.

The salesman stopped in front of a jewellery store, and turned towards Gi-Hun and faced him, "I saw how happy you were these past few months, which was why I never wanted to change."

Taking a step towards the older man and gently pulling him into his arms, the salesman whispered, “I love you, Gi-Hun.” keeping eye contact he repeats, “I love you, Bu-In.” 

‘Lies.’ His mind whispers. What he felt wasn’t love. Rather an all consuming desire to possess the man before him in every sense. He understood possession, and keeping an unyielding grip on what was his. But the salesman also understood that if people were happy being with him; those people would stay. No amount of coercion or drug induced forced companionship could trump the coherent and willing version of it.

For that, he would say all the words Gi-Hun wanted to hear. 

It didn’t matter if he meant them or felt them. What mattered was Gi-Hun’s happiness.

As it kept Gi-Hun willing to remain by his side.

Once the initial shock wore off, the salesman sees Gi-Hun’s eyes tear up as he looks away. Despite all the words of affection traded, they haven't exchanged the most important ones. Frankly, he had been purposefully avoiding saying them  in order to use them in a situation such as this. 

"I love you too, Seobangnim." Gi-Hun choked back, hugging the salesman tightly. 

Thankfully the exclusivity of the boutiques within this particular shopping centre, meant other patrons were nonexistent. Hence, the salesman allowed Gi-Hun to cuddle into his arms without worrying about anyone staring at them. 

Allowing a few moments for Gi-Hun to regain his composure, the salesman walked them both into the Cartier store. 

The sole shop assistant was professional throughout the process and brought his order once confirming his details. Placing it on the counter, she excused herself to the back in order to give them a sense of privacy.  

"Wh-why are we here, Seobangnim?" Gi-Hun stutters, confused and a little intimidated by all the jewellery glittering around them. "And what is that?" 

The salesman smiles at the clueless expression on his partner's face. He knew Gi-Hun had little to no knowledge of expensive brands, especially those that were connected to jewellery. 

"This is my anniversary gift to you, Bu-In." He answered simply as he opened the velvet box. 

It was the necklace version of the famous Cartier love bracelet, and as a special request; the salesman asked it to be made into a choker. 

"Much like a diamond engagement ring. This particular piece of jewellery means inseparable love." He explained patiently as he opened the choker, "It symbolises the permanence of love and commitment."

"Initially, you couldn't even purchase it for yourself no matter how much you offered to pay." The salesman added, holding up two halves up.

"This is my vow to you, Bu-In." The salesman let's his voice drop to a low timber, "I will always love and treasure you. Protect and keep you safe… I wish to have you by my side forever, if you are willing." 

It may as well have been a marriage proposal, due to his selected wording. Not that it wasn't completely unintentional. He had known Gi-Hun was a romantic at heart, and what better way was to present a collar to man under the pretext of a marriage vow. The salesman felt his hands tremble with excitement as Gi-Hun leaned forward for him to place the choker on. 

"Yes, Seobangnim." Gi-Hun whispered to him, overwhelmed with emotion.

The salesman had to hide the primal grin that threatened to break out across his face - he finally caught his prey, and it had come willingly into his arms. 

Screwing shut the collar and putting away the tool, the salesman places a gentle kiss on Gi-Hun’s lips. He then pulls the man into his tight embrace. The salesman spots his reflection on a nearby mirror - and for once that every present twisting darkness remains still; as if it never existed in the first place.

Well the answer was obvious, cause it moved from within him to on his face. Even he felt repulsed looking at his own expression. However, the salesman couldn’t bring himself to care. With that he murmurs lovingly into Gi-Hun’s ear. 

“You’re too good for me, my precious wife.”