“Should we go one more time?”
Evan couldn’t easily answer the cinematographer’s question.
“I’m not sure.”
Evan, who had been watching the video intently, took a short breath and answered. This was already the tenth time filming just this scene. Since it was a part where not only the members but also the backup dancers were choreographing simultaneously, even one person’s movements couldn’t be off.
There was no scene that stood out as bothersome, but the greed that it would become perfect group choreography if they did just a little more caught Evan’s ankle.
The cinematographer also felt a slight insufficiency, which was why he asked Evan such a question. They’d have to see after editing, but in the music video it would be about 10 seconds of footage. It couldn’t be said to take up that much space, but it also wasn’t an amount that could be ignored.
Unable to easily make a decision, Evan looked around.
Siwoo, who was resting leaning against a chair on one side of the filming location, came into view.
Next to the staff member drying his sweat-soaked hair with cold air from a hair dryer, a makeup artist was attached. Siwoo’s eyes were beautifully closed as he sat with his body completely relaxed.
Yechan, who had claimed one large fan, had taken off his jacket and was flapping his shirt while holding a glass of water with ice, talking to someone.
Everyone was exhausted from the intense choreography they’d repeated continuously. Sangjun was also monitoring from the side, but a makeup artist was attached next to him too, carefully wiping away the flowing sweat.
“Let’s try to make the most of what we’ve filmed now. We have one more last cut left anyway.”
When the director, who agreed with Evan’s words, got up from his seat, Evan headed toward Siwoo who was resting.
Idol. Celebrity. These things weren’t important to Evan at all. If he honestly looked into his heart right now, he wanted to throw all this crap away and just spend enjoyable time leisurely alone with Siwoo. Just the two of them in a place with no one, not caring about anyone.
But it was work that Siwoo wanted. Both the overseas tour concert and participating in music awards. To do that, he had to continue this job called idol.
He wished it were rest period instead. Then they wouldn’t be this busy. Right now with the second album release date right around the corner, they were so busy they’d want to borrow even a cat’s paw.
Right now I want to pull Siwoo into my arms and roll around. While biting and sucking those red lips. While doing that, biting and sucking other places too. Evan’s expression, who had been approaching Siwoo while thinking such thoughts, hardened. Siwoo, who had seemed to be resting comfortably until just now, had opened his eyes wide. And as soon as their eyes met, he sprang up from his chair. Then he headed somewhere without looking back.
What’s going on? He couldn’t believe what he’d just seen was right.
Siwoo is avoiding me? Why? Because Siwoo had left like that as if someone had urgently called him, Evan stared in that direction for a moment.
But it didn’t seem like anyone had called Siwoo. The place Siwoo, who had hurriedly moved, went was next to Chan. Evan, who slightly tilted his head, moved his feet to go there.
Then this time he went in front of the fan where Yechan was.
A scoff flowed from Evan’s mouth.
As he tried to go in front of the fan, this time he scurried over to Sangjun again.
Look at this. Kim Siwoo, what cunning thoughts are you having now?
Until they entered the last shoot, Siwoo and Evan played tag that wasn’t tag, and in the end, this game of tag continued until they ate dinner together after filming ended.
After the music video shoot, a group dinner was scheduled. Though they hadn’t finished everything yet, it was a place for the members and staff who had worked hard during this time.
The members who arrived at a quite famous Korean beef restaurant naturally headed to a private room on one side. Though everyone had changed into comfortable clothes after filming ended, they were still wearing their hair and makeup as is, so they were trying to avoid exposure as much as possible.
They had been comfortable in the car, but all of them who were moving wore bucket hats pressed down deep.
Siwoo, who quickly entered the room the manager was guiding them to, sat in a corner seat by the window. Siwoo’s hand as he moved like that was holding Chan’s hand, who had moved in the same car just now.
Not Evan. We have to stay as far apart as possible.
There was only one way to not get caught between Evan and himself. Keeping an appropriate distance. Anyway, since the two were more accustomed to being apart than together, it wouldn’t look strange.
That’s why even at the filming location, he avoided the spot whenever he felt Evan’s presence. After avoiding here and there, Evan seemed to have noticed too and didn’t approach anymore. Even when moving by car just now, as soon as Chan got in the car, he quickly followed him and could naturally take a different car from Evan.
And if I make Chan sit in the seat right next to me like this……
Am I an idiot?
The moment Siwoo saw Evan sitting in front of him, he lowered his head at the self-loathing that came over him. What good is it to secure the seat next to me? There was a seat in front.
He could roughly grab and drag over whoever sat next to him, but he couldn’t decide up to the seat in front.
Now he couldn’t tell Evan sitting in front to go to another seat, nor could he move seats himself.
The stupid idiot wasn’t Evan but me. Kim Siwoo, why do you live? How is my brain so one-dimensional? Well, even though I studied that hard, I didn’t have the grades to go to medical school.
Tap tap—.
The sound of tapping the table was heard in Siwoo’s ear as he looked down only at the table lamenting his stupid head.
Following the members, the staff must have all arrived too, as the quite large restaurant was filled with the sound of people chattering.
Tap tap—.
When he didn’t raise his head, the same sound was heard again. And that sound was coming from right in front of him.
“Korean beef! Sirloin! Korean beef! Sirloin!”
“I want rib eye.”
“Just eat anything. What are you choosing again?”
The sound of tapping the table mixed again with the sound of members choosing the menu.
Since he couldn’t keep ignoring it, Siwoo slowly raised his head. Then he could meet Evan’s gaze as if he’d been waiting.
“Sirloin! Sirloin!”
Yechan’s voice consistently shouting for sirloin was heard loudly.
“I’m telling you, outside skirt is more tender.”
“Just eat what they give you. I’m hungry.”
Sangjun was already picking up and eating a carrot from the side dishes that were set out, urging them to order anything quickly.
“What do you want to eat, Siwoo?”
Since Evan offered the menu with a gentle voice, Siwoo had to accept it inadvertently. And the gazes of the members who had been saying their thoughts until just now all turned to Siwoo.
“……Me?”
Though he had opened the menu, suddenly given the choice, he couldn’t easily make a decision.
“Yeah, you. What do you want to eat?”
Evan asked once more.
“Pork.”
……Ah. Siwoo really spoke honestly about pork without going through his brain and bit the tip of his tongue. Sorry. I like expensive beef too, but I’m a person who likes fatty pork belly with oil dripping.
“No. Why agonize! There’s an assortment here, an assortment. We can just eat this.”
What broke the very short silence was Siwoo’s shout after coming to his senses.
“An assortment for 10 servings here please!”
As soon as Siwoo made the decision, under Yechan’s loud voice raising his hand and ordering, Evan’s small murmur was laid.
“There’s no…… pork though.”
Has mealtime ever been this uncomfortable? Though they’d eaten countless meals together with the members and Evan until now, most of that was delivery food. And they were so busy being chased by schedules that they didn’t talk that much.
While the beef was grilling sizzling on the grill, stories about the album along with today’s filming poured out.
Excluding Yechan who was a minor, glasses of alcohol were also placed in front of the four. Unlike the three drinking soju, Evan deliberately ordered beer too and handed somaek to Siwoo.
My insides are burning, my insides are burning.
You clueless bastard. I said I wanted to keep it a secret.
He clearly said it that day in the car.
‘Let’s…… keep this a secret.’
When he said that while looking out the window because it was too embarrassing to look at Evan, Evan also clearly answered. ‘Okay.’ But if he showed signs like this, it seemed like it would only be a matter of time before others noticed.
Yechan, saying he was good at grilling meat, held the tongs and grilled the meat diligently. Up to there was okay. But when the meat was grilled nicely brown and it seemed like they could eat it now, Evan’s tongs moved.
And several pieces of well-cooked meat were placed on Siwoo’s small plate.
Not even the seat next to but the seat in front, why would you do such a thing? At first, the members who seemed to not pay much attention as they drank alcohol, ate meat, and talked, could be felt glancing over from time to time.
Siwoo, who had emptied another glass of somaek in one go, glared at Evan in front when hot meat dropped on his plate with a plop.
“Hurry and eat.”
“I won’t eat.”
“Should I give you short rib?”
“No.”
“Want to eat rice with soybean paste stew?”
“Yeah.”
Maybe because his mother was Korean, but Evan’s Korean skills were perfect. With his exotic appearance, not only accurately naming beef cuts, but seeing him recommend rice with soybean paste stew toward the end of the meal just made him laugh hollowly.
Siwoo picked up the beer bottle next to him.
Ugh. What can I say. Let’s just drink more.
He poured an appropriate amount of beer and this time picked up the soju bottle. Somaek is the golden ratio. Siwoo’s two eyes, which had been holding the somaek glass made in no time, suddenly became round.
He moved his foot slightly to the side. But something touched his foot again. What is this? This time he moved to the opposite side. But when someone touched his foot again, Siwoo looked around.
“Stop drinking.”
As expected, the person whose eyes met was Evan. Until just now, there had been members around. But now at this table, there were only Evan and Siwoo.
Yechan was at the table where the director was, and Chan was at the seat where the managers were sitting. And Sangjun wasn’t visible.
“Coco, you seem drunk. Let’s stop drinking now.”
Evan’s large hand approached and the somaek glass he’d been holding until just now passed into his hand.
