Let’s not do this. Don’t.
We can just use this cut.
What kind of adventure are you trying to pull again?
Siwoo’s desperate feelings as he grabbed Evan’s forearm weren’t conveyed to anyone.
“What are you trying to do?”
As they returned to the set, Siwoo pressed down firmly on his forearm that he was still holding and asked.
“You said you trust me.”
Siwoo, who had been asking in as low a voice as possible, stuck out his lips at his far too nonchalant answer.
I’m anxious about this side of things. I’ve already been got twice.
The first seemed like a real accident, but the Pepero was definitely not an accident.
“Honestly, I don’t have the confidence to do it twice either. I don’t have the confidence to stop if I did. I’ll finish it in one go, so just don’t be surprised.”
“I won’t be surprised if you tell me what it is.”
The slippers Siwoo wore, having to keep filming the scene of walking barefoot on water, and the black dress shoes Evan wore created different footstep sounds. Siwoo, who took off his slippers when they reached near the set, walked to his position with his lips pouting.
Watching Evan’s back as he walked slowly toward the throne with long legs and one hand in his pocket, Siwoo took a deep breath in and let it out.
Not telling me what he’s going to do, saying let’s finish it in one go.
Unable to cover his mouth or touch his lips as was his usual habit, he relieved his tension by lightly clenching and unclenching his fist for no reason.
Evan’s posture on the throne changed.
The demon who had been half-lying down receiving Lucifer’s kiss until just now had now changed to a form as if waiting for Lucifer.
Sitting upright in the chair, he was holding his back straight. Wrapping his torso with one arm and propping his elbow up on that arm, he supported his chin and lower jaw with his fingertips.
A look as if lost in deep thought. Though his eyes were closed the same way, it seemed a stronger energy wrapped around him.
How should I approach? Clearly, it was Lucifer who approached and kissed his lips. Looking at his posture now, it seemed I should first stop standing between his spread legs and bend my upper body just a little.
Or should I grab his chin and lift it slightly to make him look at me? And then as I get closer, tilt my head…
Because Evan changed his posture without saying anything, Siwoo thought of various scenes. At that moment, Evan slowly opened his eyes. Seeing his green eyes sparkle under the strong lighting, Siwoo clenched his molars tightly.
At this point, it seemed he should admit it. That this scent he was consistently feeling right now—cool yet sharp but also warm on one hand—was Evan’s pheromones.
When he was already repeating regressions that couldn’t be understood logically, it seemed possible that he, a beta, could also smell an alpha’s pheromones.
Whatever it was, he had to trust Evan.
If he approached him, wouldn’t he give some kind of hint?
Evan, who looked around to see if filming preparations were complete, closed his eyes again.
“Action.”
Siwoo’s steps approaching Evan, who sat like a statue, gradually slowed. The pants that had only gotten a little wet at first had gotten soaked up to the knees because of the repeated filming. Since they would cut and piece it together anyway, it didn’t matter how wet the pants got.
As he climbed the stairs, a splashing sound came out.
This sound, not the kiss, will wake the sleeping demon. Having random thoughts, Siwoo, who finished climbing the stairs, stopped in front of Evan.
A distance that could be reached by stretching out an arm.
He slowly raised his right hand that had been lowered and reached it toward him. Evan’s hand was already supporting his chin. He was going to grab his chin to make him look at him, but what should he do?
Thinking such thoughts, he gradually bent his upper body.
“…”
Siwoo couldn’t make any sound.
No. He clearly made a sound in surprise, but that sound was devoured by Evan’s lips.
It wasn’t Lucifer who woke the demon that had been asleep until just now.
The demon deceived Lucifer. That he would approach him on his own.
And when the opportunity came, the demon didn’t miss Lucifer.
The demon, who hadn’t moved at all, moved his body at the same time as opening his eyes. Snatching Lucifer who was right in front of him and pulling him into his embrace, he breathed his breath into the flustered Lucifer.
The demon’s gaze, wrapping the slender Lucifer’s nape and back of the head with one hand, landed precisely on the one stealing a look at all of this.
“He’s crazy.”
Sangjun, watching Evan and Siwoo’s filming from beside the camera director, muttered unconsciously. What was contained in the demon’s two eyes that looked precisely at the camera was a warning. Possessiveness over Lucifer? The angel who fell into corruption with arrogance as if he possessed the whole world had fallen into the demon’s hands.
The demon who seized the most delicious soul in the world gave a satisfying yet dangerous warning. Then his eyes, which slowly closed and opened, seemed to be filled with deep lust.
“…Cut.”
The atmosphere that seemed to be precariously standing on thin ice where everything would shatter if they moved even a little was broken by the director’s one word.
“Haah…”
As Evan, who had been covering his lips and teasing the inside of his mouth until just now, disappeared, Siwoo let out the breath he’d been holding.
What just happened?
Clearly, the moment he tried to grab his chin, Evan opened his eyes. Soon after, his lips crushed his own lips. Evan’s sweet tongue pushed in between the lips that opened in surprise. Siwoo, who realized they were filming, tried to struggle, but he couldn’t move, blocked by the large hand holding his nape and head and his arm wrapped around his waist.
Rather than not being able to move, he was so surprised and flustered that he forgot he should move.
That hand supporting his neck and the other hand touching his waist. And the pheromones flowing from his body captured Siwoo.
“Are you okay?”
It wasn’t a matter of being okay or not. Siwoo, whose whole body lost strength, caught his roughened breath while still held in Evan’s embrace. They agreed to just pretend to kiss. And it had been that way until now too. Of course, Evan did play pranks and they lightly touched, but that was a prank light enough to laugh off like cotton candy.
But this time was different.
“You… should have said something…”
Perhaps heat rushed to his face as it suddenly got hot, so he fluttered his hand trying to cool the heat on his face. The heat that started when he touched Evan. He had no idea at all how it was captured on camera. A few seconds? Or a few minutes? His sense of time became blurry.
“Amazing. Amazing… Totally awesome.”
Yechan’s loud voice jumped out among the murmuring voices of people. Applause could be heard and exclamations could be heard too.
“You did that on purpose.”
Siwoo, who was about to raise his body, lightly tapped Evan’s arm still wrapped around his waist with his hand. Let’s keep what’s between us a secret. Being the subject of others’ gossip is declined.
“About half?”
Siwoo, who spoke without looking at Evan’s face, escaped from his embrace as soon as he felt the strength drain from Evan’s arm.
“…”
Whether Evan followed behind him or not, he crossed the set filled with shallow water to check the video that was just filmed. Siwoo, who received a tissue someone held out, lightly patted his lips while approaching the director. It was better to hide this awkward and embarrassing emotion rather than express it.
Since we’re actors anyway, all of this is just a setup. It was most ideal to regard it as a happening that occurred in the process.
But though he couldn’t see Siwoo unconsciously dabbing his bright red lips with the tissue, that action made people infer what kind of situation had transpired.
With the tissue lightly touching his lips, a sigh of relief flowed from Siwoo’s mouth after watching the entire screen that was just recorded. They definitely kissed. A kiss that was absolutely not gentle.
But nothing was captured on screen. All that came out was the back of his head and Evan’s intense eyes.
“How is it? You know, it covered what was a bit boring, right?”
Siwoo, who heard Evan’s voice right next to him without knowing when he approached, subtly moved away from him with sidesteps.
“You should have done this from the beginning. Go one more time?”
“No. Let’s just use this.”
Siwoo, whose big eyes had widened even more at the director’s suggestion, released the strength from his shoulders that had been tightly tensed at Evan’s answer that immediately followed.
“But hyung.”
At Evan’s answer, the director’s words to move on to the next filming fell, and in the commotion of people moving to organize the set, Siwoo turned his head at the voice heard from beside him.
“Why?”
Yechan, who bent his body toward him as if to say something very important, whispered small in Siwoo’s ear.
“Did you kiss?”
“Oh my. You young punk… Why does that matter? It came out well, that’s what matters.”
Siwoo’s mouth had dropped open at Yechan’s question, then he stroked his startled heart again watching Chan who suddenly appeared, tapped the back of Yechan’s head, grabbed his nape and dragged him away.
Secret dating really didn’t seem to suit him. If his heart sank every time like this, it seemed there would be problems with living long too. Right now, Siwoo didn’t know at all. That the lipstick applied to his lips that he was dabbing with tissue was slightly smudged.
Perhaps it was better not to know.
“I did well, right?”
Siwoo’s body, who had been firmly pressing his trembling left chest with his right hand while watching Yechan and Chan move away, jumped once more.
The culprit who created all this.
The moment he saw the handsome face smiling shamelessly, strength entered Siwoo’s hand.
“It was something you didn’t have to do. Nothing was captured on screen.”
Siwoo, who clenched his molars tightly, spoke quickly in a small voice.
“I didn’t want to hold back.”
“What.”
Sticking close together and moving to the set, Siwoo exchanged words with Evan.
“How can I just stay still when you’re like this.”
Evan’s fingertips touched Siwoo’s fluttering top.
“You were the one who led this concept meeting, you know? Let’s talk quietly later.”
“Is that a date request?”
Though he clearly spoke meaning to talk seriously, at the light answer that came back, Siwoo tapped his stomach with his elbow. Evan’s small laugh circled around Siwoo’s ear.
Reaching the next set, Siwoo turned his body when the makeup artist gestured toward him. While doing so, he asked what he’d been curious about until now.
“We could have filmed one more time.”
The video he just saw was fine even to him. Since he knew how it would be filmed, if they re-filmed he didn’t think he’d be that surprised, but Evan flatly refused the re-filming.
“If I did that… I don’t think I’d be able to let you go.”
Evan answered after a slight pause, but his answer didn’t reach Siwoo, who had moved away without waiting after just throwing the question.
