“Wow. Handsome Evanie.”
Setting aside Chan’s gift, Evan, who had even recalled Yechan’s gift, stripped off his coat the moment he got out of the car and strode quickly into the house.
Throwing his coat on the sofa and approaching Siwoo, Evan felt dizzy the moment he saw Siwoo, who cheerfully smiled and clapped his hands as soon as their eyes met.
It wasn’t just any words—every time the phrase ‘handsome Evanie’ came out of Siwoo’s mouth, incidents always happened. While drinking with the members, once he exceeded his alcohol limit, saying he was handsome, he would suddenly try to strip Evan’s clothes off, or out of nowhere suggest they play and throw his clothes off—the atrocities he’d committed over time were too numerous to fully recount.
Of course, if he only did it in front of Evan, Evan wouldn’t particularly think to stop him, but right now, it wasn’t just anyone—fans were watching the live stream in real-time.
“Right. I’m here now, so turn off the live. Nimo, today’s live is…”
“Ahem! Will the criminal not shut that mouth!”
Evan, who had lowered himself in front of Siwoo to quickly salvage the situation, reached out his arm to turn off the live. But Siwoo’s hand sharply snatched Evan’s wrist.
“Coco?”
“Ah… Right. Earlier, earlier… Chan hyung…”
Evan glanced at Siwoo, who suddenly grabbed his wrist and looked around, then reached out his other arm to turn off the live. Before Siwoo, who would be tearing at his own hair tomorrow and blaming himself alone, could leave behind more dark history, stopping the live was the priority.
With a clicking sound and the unfamiliar foreign sensation felt on his wrist, while Evan hesitated, toy plastic handcuffs were fastened on both his wrists.
“Done. You’re a criminal, so this is perfect. Nimo~ I’m right, aren’t I?”
Seeing the pink plastic toy handcuffs, he had nothing to say. You’re throwing a tantrum like this just because I left you alone for half a day? What are you really going to do tomorrow? Usually when asked to show aegyo, you glare fiercely, but alcohol made Siwoo this soft.
When he looked at Evan and smiled so beautifully like that, how could he dislike it? Moreover, suddenly calling him a criminal. For a criminal, these handcuffs were rather dangerous…
When he realized what Chan had sent, he’d been thinking of using it on Siwoo, not that he himself would end up wearing it. Evan laughed helplessly and just plopped down on the floor. It was Christmas Eve, and if worst came to worst, he could just put him to sleep, so he felt like seeing how far this would go.
“Right. Nimo also says you’re bad for leaving me alone.”
Siwoo, who stood right in front of him with hands on his waist and said a word, found something else from the pile of gifts. Just staying still as he did what he wanted, this time a bunny headband was put on him.
“Also… this and something else were together.”
His speech trailing off and pronunciation becoming more slurred, it seemed like he’d fall asleep on his own if left alone. Evan, wearing handcuffs on his wrists and a bunny headband on his head, looked around and frowned when he saw the liquor bottle and glass on the table.
You drank half a bottle by yourself? Seeing the half-empty liquor bottle and Siwoo staggering while slightly moving both arms in the air to maintain balance as he walked around, all that came out was laughter. Siwoo had already far exceeded his alcohol limit. Perhaps he should say he was relatively fine for having drunk alcohol.
Thinking that far and turning his gaze to the monitor, Evan clicked his tongue at the chat window going up like crazy. Well, even he rarely got to see Siwoo being drunk and whiny, so how much more so for the Nimos?
His white skin had an overall reddish tinge, and every time he said a word, he smiled with his eyes while his speech trailed off or his pronunciation got slurred. When that happened, wanting to clearly convey his intentions, Siwoo would open his eyes wide and repeat words he himself thought he’d pronounced strangely several times.
“The key.”
Moving his wrists a few times to check the strength of the toy handcuffs, Evan subtly tested Siwoo, who couldn’t think clearly. It was better to have him find the key rather than having him come back with something else weird. While doing so, he stretched out his foot to naturally push Yechan’s box out of frame.
If Yechan had sent cosplay items, Chan had triumphantly said he’d sent various types of condoms.
“Key? Ke… y? We don’t have that.”
Siwoo crouched down among the gifts he’d thrown behind him and, saying he was looking for a key, started picking up items and throwing them around carelessly again. Books, small boxes containing accessories, and all sorts of things flew around. Thanks to that, things began piling up around Evan.
“Then how long do I have to stay like this?”
Evan carefully gathered things that drunk Siwoo might hurt himself on while wandering around and pushed them to one side. Rather than stopping Siwoo by telling him not to mess things up or to stop, he let Siwoo do what he wanted while keeping his eyes on the rapidly rising chat window.
“…Why are you like that?”
Siwoo seems quite drunk, he’ll probably be making a fuss from embarrassment tomorrow. So let’s turn off the live around now—Evan, who was whispering as if not to let Siwoo catch him saying this, quickly shut his mouth.
It was because Siwoo’s gaze, who had been concentrating on finding something just moments ago, reached Evan.
“Me? What?”
“Why did you stop undressing midway?”
Seeing Siwoo, who had been crouching, stand up, Evan quickly looked over his own appearance. Black slacks and a white shirt, nothing that would particularly be a problem. The tie was uncomfortable so he’d loosened it in the car, and because his neck felt constricted, he’d undone a couple of buttons…
“…Coco, let’s find the key first. I can’t sleep like this.”
Confirming that Siwoo’s gaze was on his shirt, Evan quickly spoke to divert his attention to the key.
“You sleep like that.”
Not knowing Evan’s feelings at all, Siwoo became fixated on Evan’s half-undone shirt.
“Take it off! Take it off… Take it off.”
Siwoo, who had been approaching Evan, swayed and bumped into the table with the live equipment on it. At the same time, the camera fell over and showed the antique ceiling.
“Take off what?”
“Nimo, you know what? Evanie has a much better body than Jabe. But only Jabe does photoshoots. His abs and… abs and… chest and. Ah… his back is really no joke too…”
“Coco, you’re really drunk. Let’s turn off the live and sleep now.”
“Don’t wanna… I’m going to show Nimo.”
Seeing him talk like this, it seems Siwoo knows they’re live right now. Evan only sighed at the action of trying to put an eye mask he’d found on him while sitting on his lap.
Hanging the string on just one ear and trying to put it on several times but failing, he just left it and concentrated on the buttons—Evan put his gaze on Siwoo’s face. Since the camera had already fallen over, their figures wouldn’t be shown.
Even toy handcuffs had some restraining power as handcuffs, so Evan lifted his arms up to trap the approaching Siwoo in his arms. Does he even know what situation he’s in right now? Siwoo, who didn’t realize he was suddenly trapped in handcuffed Evan’s embrace, was pouring all his attention on the buttons.
“Why… Why!!!!! The buttons…”
“Don’t try to undo buttons that won’t come undone, let’s find the key.”
Evan kissed Siwoo’s forehead as he sat facing him, earnestly trying to undo his shirt buttons. Whether his focus wasn’t quite right, Siwoo slightly shook his head and slowly closed and opened his large eyes—his lips were pouting forward.
We were like this at first, and it was during a live then too.
Really, Evan hadn’t noticed at all back then either. He thought Siwoo, who got up startled by his voice, had turned off the live.
Honestly, saying his fingers hurt was an excuse. Thinking about it, it was a really absurd request, but Siwoo had purely accepted and granted it…
Back then it was buttoning up, but now trying to undo them is what’s different?
“There’s no key!”
Siwoo, whose fingertips weren’t nimble due to intoxication and kept fumbling in vain, shouted at Evan who kept going on about the key.
Hearing only Evan’s gentle voice as if soothing Siwoo and Siwoo’s whining voice, the Nimos began to go wild. Why did Siwoo have to bump into the table at that crucial moment?
Evan pressed his lips to Siwoo’s lips as he shouted sharply. Whether undoing buttons was more important than kissing right now, following Siwoo’s lips as he slightly turned his head to avoid, Evan played around.
“Mmng. Don’t… I’m…”
Siwoo, who kept being interrupted from undoing buttons, gripped Evan’s shirt collar tightly and raised his head to look at him. Evan’s lips, which had been playfully landing softly and sweetly then disappearing until just now, pressed down firmly on Siwoo’s lips.
Until just now, the two’s voices had been mixed between carols like a back-and-forth, but when suddenly no voice could be heard, the Nimos’ ears, concentrating on the sound, perked up.
Evan, who had been planning to play around with Siwoo during the live anyway, sighed softly at the bold action of first parting his lips and cunningly sticking out his tongue to lick his own lips. The thick pheromones flowing from Siwoo and their lower bodies pressed tightly together approached as a deep temptation.
“Coco, when you can’t even undo buttons properly, what are you trying to do?”
When Evan didn’t part his lips, at Siwoo’s action of touching his lips while even making nasal sounds, Evan slightly turned his head and felt he should probably let Siwoo go now.
“…Do it.”
“Now?”
Evan, who was about to release his arms and put Siwoo down, hesitated at Siwoo’s words asking him to kiss him.
“Mmhm.”
“Not now. After we clean up.”
Anyway, today was Christmas Eve and tomorrow was Christmas. The holiday was long. There was no reason to rush at all.
I want to see it with my eyes. I didn’t concentrate this hard even during the listening portion of the college entrance exam! The Nimos’ resentment toward the camera that frustratingly kept showing only the ceiling grew abundantly.
The Nimos alone were falling into a pit of confusion, mysteriously excluded from the situation where Siwoo and Evan were exchanging signals only between themselves and whispering intimate conversation.
The carol Siwoo had put on was drowning out their conversation. It seemed like they kept doing something. So what are the two of them doing!
“Hng… Mmng. It tickles… Don’t.”
“Where are you running to?”
For a moment, as the carol stopped between songs, Evan and Siwoo’s conversation was vividly transmitted.
Snap-.
“Hey, you idiot! Why did you forcefully tear that off?”
With Siwoo’s shrill voice as the last thing, instead of the ceiling that had been showing until just now, a black screen appeared, and the chat window that had been frozen until now was belatedly covered with meaningless onomatopoeia.
In the living room where the live had also been turned off, it didn’t take much time for Siwoo’s whining to change into moans wrapped in passion.
