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As soon as they stepped into the parking lot, Yohan threw the keys to the Escalade in Gaon’s direction; he caught them wordlessly and headed to the driver’s side. His chief looked jaded and tired; it’d been a long day for all of them, preparing for their upcoming trial. Gaon and Judge Oh had been stuck in their office all day —they’d only had enough free time to scarf a quick lunch, hunched over their little coffee table—, gathering all the evidence and case-files they needed to review. And Yohan had been doing that on top of back-to-back meetings and a dozen phone calls.
Not to mention all the files they were bringing home.
They got in the car and, as he was buckling his seatbelt, Gaon scowled.
“Jung Sunah showed up?” It wasn’t really a question. In the closed space of the cabin, the pungent traces of her perfume were unavoidable.
Yohan sighed; he’d already leaned the seat back, his eyes closed. “She did, unfortunately.”
Gaon leaned over, almost pressing his face to Yohan’s shoulder. He wrinkled his nose at the sweet, cloying smell clinging to the fabric of the other man’s suit. “Did she rub herself against you? You stink of her perfume.”
“No need to point it out,” Yohan muttered, “I’ve had the damned smell lodged in my brain all afternoon.”
“What did she want?” Gaon was almost scared to ask.
Yohan gestured vaguely at himself. “To rub herself against me, what else does she ever want?”
Gaon bit his tongue; he knew why Yohan tolerated Jung Sunah’s constant advances. They’d talked about it, they’d even fought about it. She was too dangerous —and now too powerful— to simply dismiss or spurn, and at this point she was still useful enough that Yohan deemed it worth it to play along with some of her schemes. But Gaon didn’t have to like it; she was deranged and completely obsessed with Yohan and Gaon didn’t want anything to do with her.
In the end, he just sighed and lowered the windows as he pulled out of their parking spot. “Let’s keep the windows down.”
When they got home, Yohan made a beeline for their room with a murmured “I’m going to shower”.
Gaon went to the kitchen to get started on dinner. He’d had the foresight to do a ton of meal prepping on the weekend; he only had to reheat the food and serve the side dishes. He set the rice cooker and the oven, and went up to his old room for a quick shower.
He got back to the kitchen with a few minutes to spare so he leaned against the counter to scroll through his phone while the food was ready. Not a minute later, Yohan strolled in, looking far more chipper than he’d been in the car, all soft and relaxed in his lounge clothes and messy damp hair.
“What’s for dinner?” he asked nonchalantly.
When he was within grabbing distance, Gaon pulled him close so he could lean in to inhale the clean, familiar mix of expensive bodywash, cologne and warm cashmere.
“Mmh, yes, now you only smell like you. Much better.” Yohan always smelled delicious, when it was only his own scent. Gaon couldn’t help the impulse to rub his face against the crook of Yohan’s neck, like a cat. Like he’d accused Jung Sunah of doing.
Yohan’s laughter rumbled low in his chest as he wrapped his arms around Gaon’s waist. “What’s this, Kim Gaon? I didn’t take you for a jealous man.”
“I’m not.” He denied, pulling back. His partner arched an incredulous eyebrow. Gaon scoffed, “I’m not.”
“No?” The corner of Yohan’s mouth curled up.
“I’m not jealous of Jung Sunah,” Gaon insisted. This was not about jealousy.
“Not even a little?” Yohan teased. “She wants to make me president.”
Gaon rolled his eyes.
“She wants to use you to seize absolute power.” He shook his head as he pulled Yohan even closer. “I want her far away from us because she’s dangerous and unpredictable. And it twists my guts that she keeps harassing you like this. I want her to stop touching you because I know you hate it.” He sighed. “I wish we could tell her to back off without giving us away.”
Yohan pressed a kiss to Gaon’s temple, and he took it for the attempt at comfort it was.
“But jealousy?” Gaon’s mouth twisted like it was the most ridiculous idea on earth. “Jung Sunah can throw herself at you as many times as she likes, I’m the one in your house, in your bed.” His lips brushed the shell of Yohan’s ear as he leaned in to whisper: “Making love to you.”
Yohan hummed, kissing the hinge of Gaon’s jaw before taking his turn to nuzzle his neck. “What else?”
“Waking up next to you, driving with you, drinking with you, arguing with you, wearing your clothes, feeding you, petting your cat, spoiling your child.” He smiled as he pulled Yohan’s face back for a proper kiss, lazy and soft. “Folding socks with your nanny.”
Yohan pursed his lips. “I think she did do that back in the day.”
Gaon pinched Yohan’s sides, eliciting another rumble of laughter. But instead of drawing back, Yohan’s arms tightened around him. “Does Jung Sunah know you give Kkomi kisses when you think no one’s looking?”
Yohan scoffed, doing his best to scowl. “I do no such thing. Damned cat won’t even come near me.”
Gaon hummed dubiously. He pecked Yohan’s cheekbone. “Does she know you like being the little spoon?”
“Never,” Yohan growled as he attacked his neck with another biting kiss.
Gaon squirmed in his arms, laughing. “Then what’s to be jealous of?”
At that, Yohan pulled back to beam at him, a bright, lovely smile that no one other than Gaon and Elijah ever got to see. Certainly not Jung Sunah.
Gaon rewarded that smile with another long kiss. The oven timer went off with a loud ring.
They parted slowly, hands lingering on each other’s body.
“Set the table while I plate the food. We’re having that sticky fried chicken you love.”