A studio is a useful space in many ways.
It’s well-sealed, has excellent soundproofing, and few strangers are likely to enter. Especially if it’s a studio attached to a personal residential officetel.
That’s why occasionally, events that stray somewhat from its original purpose can occur. Just like right now.
“Haa, mm….”
It was a dizzying sensation, enough to send goosebumps across his skin. A wet tongue slid between two interlocked lips, and sticky breaths mingled. His toes curled and twitched, trembling sensitively under the pressure bearing down on his entire body. In this space with no escape, explicit sounds rang out wetly, sending thrills down his spine.
Do Yeonjae let out a burning moan like someone running a fever. He could feel a fierce gaze landing on his face, flushed red with heat.
The 5-year popular idol group RAYEON, to which Do Yeonjae belongs, had recently finished promoting their 7th mini album <Dawn>. RAYEON—combining ‘RAY’ meaning a ray of light and ‘EON’ meaning eternity to mean ‘a single ray of light illuminating eternity.’ They had enjoyed high popularity since debut thanks to support from a major entertainment company.
Pro idol Do Yeonjae had matured enough now that he wouldn’t be shocked even if a fan who once promised him eternity was holding another idol’s slogan at an awards ceremony.
……However, the situation he recently found himself in was something he simply could not get used to.
The lighting glowed softly, creating an atmosphere in the space. Do Yeonjae rolled his eyes helplessly while struggling to receive the tongue rubbing wetly against his. In the distance, he could see two large monitors stacked vertically on a work desk, with speakers and other audio equipment neatly arranged on either side. It was structured so that turning right from the seat would allow immediate access to a keyboard piano. The built-in display case was decorated with several albums, a producer award trophy, and glamorous ornaments.
And he himself was lying on the plush sofa at the back of this luxurious place…. He hadn’t often thought in his life that he’d be overpowered by someone in terms of physique, but the guy covering his entire body and pressing down on him strongly was Kwon Isoo, the owner of this space.
Kwon Isoo. A rookie boy group member from JG Entertainment and a member of NEOS, the direct junior group to RAYEON, serving as their producer. Of course, that wasn’t all. Kwon Isoo was NEOS’s center and visual and core member and…… anyway, he was an insanely successful guy.
When discussing his appearance, there would be no end to what could be said. It was a face that created the groundbreaking modifier ‘visual producer,’ the first of its kind among idols. His golden hair had such fine texture it drew spontaneous admiration, his bright skin was smooth without a single blemish, and his gorgeous, perfect features were reminiscent of masterpieces in prestigious art museums.
Long, densely draped eyelashes, deep yet cool eyes…. By now, even listing out that unrealistic appearance one by one was exhausting.
The JG Entertainment casting director who had handed over a business card after seeing only Kwon Isoo’s beautiful visuals reportedly rejoiced upon discovering his composing talent. Everyone knew—you knew, I knew, even passing dogs knew—that Kwon Isoo would debut as center,
and Do Yeonjae, who had once overlapped with him during trainee days, also knew.
As expected, Kwon Isoo captivated the public from debut with his incredible face and even more incredible producing abilities. Setting aside the cliché explanation that he was a genius who led NEOS to win Rookie of the Year just two months after debut and a Daesang just eight months later—
What’s important is that Kwon Isoo and he are not in a relationship where they should be touching lips like this. What’s more important is that RAYEON’s Do Yeonjae and NEOS’s Kwon Isoo are publicly pretending to be best friends.
His eyes fell on the camera carelessly rolling around on the table and the completely cold food that hadn’t been touched. Right, he’d come here because of that in the first place. To show himself with Kwon Isoo in the studio for <My Favorite, Chemistry!>, the variety show they were appearing on together…….
But how did it end up like this?
Do Yeonjae, thinking for a moment, realized that this situation couldn’t be defined by just yesterday or today’s events alone.
So… he ended up filming a variety show pretending to be best friends with Kwon Isoo, whom he’d reunited with after 4 years. At first, he’d been curious why Kwon Isoo had accepted the offer, but as they met repeatedly with Kwon Isoo picking fights in every possible way, he naturally realized. Ah, he did it to torment me.
Then one day, Kwon Isoo suddenly asked. That day too, it was in this studio just like today.
‘How many people have you dated so far? Before and after debut combined.’
Suddenly? It seemed like it was probably part of his usual provocations, but he was strangely more persistent than usual that day. Why would he be curious about my dating history? Do Yeonjae tried to brush off his provocation as usual and answered casually. Not a single person.
‘So you’ve never even kissed?’
What was Kwon Isoo’s reaction then? He seemed surprised, or maybe he sneered. Either way, seeing his reaction, Do Yeonjae thought: Ah, he must have done it a lot….
Then suddenly he became curious about how it would feel to kiss someone so pretty. With that thought, he might have stared at Kwon Isoo’s lips a bit intently. After that, with Kwon Isoo’s expression turning strange….
They ended up kissing. Somehow.
Through that intimate process, Do Yeonjae reached several unfamiliar conclusions. If someone’s that pretty, it doesn’t matter if they’re a guy. And… you can kiss even someone you dislike.
Of course, it was Kwon Isoo who disliked him.
Kwon Isoo hated Do Yeonjae terribly. Not just disliked—he absolutely loathed him. The constant barrage of harsh words—saying he’d become shameless from gorging on broadcast content, telling him not to mistakenly assume they were close just because they acted friendly in front of cameras…, and so on—proved that.
Even after kissing, Kwon Isoo still said he disliked him.
Well…. he had no major complaints. It was true that his past self had provided reasons to be disliked.
Even amid all that, kissing Kwon Isoo felt good, and similar situations occurred occasionally.
Just like now, lying beneath him with their tongues intertwined.
But is this really okay? When Do Yeonjae made a complex, subtle expression for a moment, the weight pressing down on his body increased even more. The thick something below the waist that had been making its presence known from earlier rubbed roughly. Hot breath flowed through his teeth at the explicit pleasure.
“Haa……”
“Looks like you’ve got room to spare. You’re even thinking about other things.”
The sensation of their lower bodies colliding as if picking a fight was overwhelming. Do Yeonjae squirmed uncomfortably and met eyes with irises filled with red heat.
That cold yet twisted gaze.
“Focus, Do Yeonjae.”
Even his savagely snapping tone. He looked exactly like he was angry about something.
As Do Yeonjae guessed, Kwon Isoo was barely suppressing the nausea rising up. His eyes captured in turn Do Yeonjae’s languidly relaxed eyes, reddened earlobes, and sweat-dampened neck. A bead of sweat that had flowed down the curve of his protruding Adam’s apple slid between his unbuttoned shirt. Seeing that defenseless state made veins bulge on his forehead.
Do Yeonjae quite liked these lewd acts with him and didn’t particularly try to hide it. He was pointlessly open, so if asked to sleep together once, he’d probably think about it briefly then say okay.
That was exactly the point that pissed Kwon Isoo off.
“Why are you suddenly angry?”
“Fuck, you keep….”
Acting like it doesn’t have to be me. His parched pride forcibly swallowed down the rest. Do Yeonjae had no awareness that right now, as guys, as idol seniors and juniors, they were messily rubbing lips together. He was just accepting it simply because it felt good. Without any particular meaning. As if it could end anytime…. And then he always asked with a calm face.
“Do you still dislike me?”
Shit, you call that a question? Just what thoughts were in that head of his? It made him dizzyingly angry that he himself didn’t seem to exist even a speck inside it. You don’t even care about me. You wouldn’t have even tried to meet me until you made that kind of slip-up on the radio.
‘From what I know, you two are the same age, and since you’re from the same company, you must be close, right?’
‘Yes, we’re close. We were trainees together. I really want to work with Isoo at least once.’
Right, if it hadn’t been for that shameless lie you’ve rewound and watched dozens of times already…… you would never have looked at me again. Cruel Do Yeonjae. Indifferent Do Yeonjae. He loathed that Do Yeonjae to the point of shuddering. Kwon Isoo always did. So there was only one answer he could give to that consistent question.
“Yeah, I fucking hate you.”
Kwon Isoo, who deliberately smiled nastily, pressed their lips together again. The kiss with the bastard he hated so terribly tasted maddeningly stimulating.
Notes:
RAYEON (레이온) – Alternative romanization of RAION used in the text, 5-year boy group (meaning “a single ray of light illuminating eternity”)
