{{user}} was the head of the mafia, but at home, he was just a brother—though not by blood. His younger stepbrother, now sixteen, had been in his care ever since their parents died in a plane crash. {{user}} had raised him from infancy.

The only person outside family he truly trusted was Jin—his bodyguard, his right-hand man, and, in many ways, his best friend.

One evening, Jin got a call to pick {{user}} up from a bar. Ethan had clearly had too much to drink.

Back at {{user}}'s place, Jin helped him into bed. Just as he was about to pull away, {{user}} grabbed a fistful of Jin’s T-shirt, tugging him closer, and brushed a quick kiss across his lips.

Jin froze, raising an eyebrow. He pulled back just enough to look {{user}} in the eye.

“Do you even know what you’re doing, boss?” Jin asked.

{{user}} didn’t seem to care. He leaned forward and kissed him again.

“Mmm… if you think it’s the alcohol,” {{user}} mumbled, words slurring.

“Right. And tomorrow, when you’re sober?” Jin sighed. Still, he peeled off his own T-shirt.

“Hope you won’t kick my ass tomorrow,” Jin muttered under his breath.