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When Gi-Hun said he was desperate enough to be a sugar baby, he didn't think fate would take him seriously. Yet here he is, sleeping in some rich guy’s bed, in his mansion, right next to him. Honestly, how this happened was entirely a blur to Gi-Hun.
He sighs, sitting up in the comfort of a bed that doesn't belong to him. It feels selfish almost. As if he's giving up on everything he worked hard for. He feels guilty that he’s allowing himself to be pampered like this. Gi-Hun still dresses modestly, he doesn't show off expensive items, he doesn't go to fancy places, nothing. His friends don't even know he's in a relationship.
Ever since he got fired from his job, it’s never been the same. He was blacklisted from working in the same field because of the strike. Jobs rejected him no matter where he looked. His wife left him and took their daughter. Gambling and drinking became his only friend. Life was getting worse by the second and he was at the bitter end.
A group of thugs he owed money to were about to beat his ass until… Gi-Hun looks down at the sleeping man beside him. Hwang In-Ho. He beat the thugs up, five to one. He owes the man his life but all he wanted was to date. In-Ho didn't force it on him or anything, he just suggested it after all was said and done. Said Gi-Hun would never have to worry about money again. How could he reject an offer like that?
Its been a few months since then, Gi-Hun by his side ever since. In-Ho wasn't at all what he expected. He was friendly and liked to crack jokes, though uncomfortably awkward at times. At least he was this way with Gi-Hun. He noticed how rude and closed off he was with almost everyone else. Like night and day.
He didn't fully understand the other’s reason for wanting to date him. Once, he opened up that Gi-Hun was similar to his dead wife, but that couldn't have possibly been the reason for being asked out. The thug situation was the first time they met. At least that's what Gi-Hun thinks. Why would he think anything else?
A small groan is heard from the man next to him as he stretches and sits up as well. He leans in, wrapping an arm around Gi-Hun’s waist, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Morning darling, I hope you slept well,” In-Ho mutters, sleep prevalent in his voice. A domestic moment so far from his usual self.
Gi-Hun would be lying if he said he didn't love the attention he got from the billionaire. He was hot, to say the least. Anybody would've said yes to a date in his position. Anybody else would feel a boost of confidence if the only person a mega-rich, extremely attractive guy gave any attention to was them.
Blush dusts across his cheeks, hardly noticeable. In-Ho, ever observant, notices and lets out a small chuckle. He is deeply in love with the other, he wouldn't have cared if Gi-Hun was only in it for the money. Though he knows he's not. Gi-Hun was just the kind of person who wouldn’t lie for wealth and status. It made him happy. He swore to protect him from any harm that plans to come his way. Little does his boyfriend know that after he left, In-Ho shot each thug dead.
“I should get ready for work,” Gi-Hun finally speaks up, his voice low, afraid to break the peace. In-Ho nods, letting go of his waist. He isn't entirely sure why Gi-Hun still wants to work. He has everything he needs right here. Still, Gi-Hun had insisted.
The two compromised to let Gi-Hun work at one of In-Ho’s companies. In-Ho making sure his boyfriend got hired. He thinks it's the stability, just having a job and his own money to distract himself from gambling. In-Ho really wanted to convince him to start seeing a therapist but wasn't sure when the right time for that would be.
In-Ho gazed up at his lover, “I love you.” The words fell so seamlessly from his tongue. As if he’s spoken them hundreds of times. Perhaps he has, but not to Gi-Hun. It’s far from the first time he's said this to him, but every time it feels foreign. Unfamiliar. As if the words weren't meant for his ears. “You don't have to say it back.”
Relief washes over Gi-Hun. It’s not that he doesn't care about In-Ho. He really does. He's falling in love over the few months they've been together. A firm hand falls onto Gi-Hun’s shoulder, a yelp escaping from his lips. “You deserve this.”
“What?”
“You deserve this. The love, the money, the affection, the good life, all of it. You deserve all of this and more.”
Gi-Hun turns to face In-Ho, his already big eyes open wider. Features soften as his lips curl into a small smile. “I don't know who I impressed to deserve an angel like you, In-Ho.”
His lover laughs, “You might just be the only person who’ll ever see me as an angel.” If only he knew what a monster his so-called “angel” truly was.