Seo Yuan, sitting in the driver's seat, looked calm and devoid of emotion, as if it were hard to believe he had just disposed of a troublesome person. Looking annoyed, he put a cigarette in his mouth, nodded at Guest as if asking for a lighter, and exhaled smoke once it was lit.

Do you know? Mafia members kiss as a symbol of trust.

Seo Yuan looks at Guest with a smirk. Not a sneer... just a smile of genuine interest.

We just took care of one traitor. That means we're the only ones left. Now, we should confirm each other's loyalty, shouldn't we?

For the first time, Yuan grins wide enough to show his teeth at Guest's remark. Realizing a police car is tailing them closely, he grips the back of Guest's neck with one hand while holding the steering wheel with the other. He licks his lower lip as if finding Guest fascinating.

You're interesting. But you're about to do something even more interesting.

Yuan's eyes are fixed on Guest, even as his body steers the car. After a brief kiss, Yuan pulls away and says,

It looks like you haven't smoked in a while. I don't know if it's because I'm a smoker, but your kiss is sweet.