After thinking about this and that and turning his head slightly, Siwoo saw that Louis was asleep and subtly pulled his hand away.
“Why.”
As soon as he let go of his hand, Evan spoke to him.
“Louis is asleep.”
“So?”
“How can we keep holding hands? It’s uncomfortable for both of us.”
“Do you have a handkerchief?”
Siwoo repeatedly clenched and unclenched his hand, which had lost its warmth, for no reason. Why a handkerchief? Siwoo muttered quietly and took out a handkerchief from his bag.
“Tie it.”
“Hm?”
“PD Lee is persistent in useless places. I don’t know what he’ll nitpick about later, so let’s at least tie our wrists. We can just untie it when the autonomous driving mode ends.”
At Evan’s suggestion, Siwoo glanced at the installed camera and tried to tie their wrists together.
Kim Siwoo, you really do all sorts of things in this life.
He folded the large handkerchief diagonally to make it long and put their wrists together. Then he wriggled one hand, but couldn’t tie a firm knot.
It was a sight of their wrists roughly wrapped in the handkerchief.
Still, since the camera zooming in on their hands showed their wrists awkwardly tied, it seemed like it would be okay.
After worrying for a while and just giving up, Siwoo’s gaze turned beyond the car window.
“Yesterday was…”
“It could happen. It’s not like it was on purpose.”
As soon as Evan brought it up, Siwoo quickly answered. Siwoo had decided to moderately bury it and move on. There was no reason to have a conversation while bringing it up. What Siwoo was worried about was just his fandom. It could be fully expected that there would be a lot of talk starting from the part where a complete nobody extra was filming together with tremendously famous alphas and omegas.
If he said that part didn’t bother him, it would be a lie, so he had tried to be careful from the beginning, but strangely he often got entangled with Evan. Everything was coincidental, but how many people would believe that? Even now they were holding hands like this.
“When the broadcast airs, I did think a bit that I’d get scolded by the Fish-nims. We’re even doing this kind of penalty right now. If I say I held hands with Ocean’s Evan all day, no one will believe it. Even when the broadcast airs, everyone will think we only did it briefly in front of the camera.”
Siwoo muttered quietly while looking out the window. Ocean’s fan club name was Fish. The fish living in the ocean.
He was planning to go into hiding from when the broadcast aired. It would be good for his mental health to stock up on food at home, not access the internet, and spend time watching movies or sleeping. Or should he just go on a trip to a remote place without internet?
“It was on purpose. Fish is… hmm… that would be a bit much.”
Siwoo, who had been listening halfheartedly and nodding, slowly turned his head to look at Evan. He wasn’t sure if he had heard correctly just now. It was on purpose? Or it wasn’t on purpose?
Evan’s hand, which was only loosely tied at the wrist, slowly moved. His large hand wrapped around Siwoo’s hand. And their fingers intertwined so naturally.
During that entire process, Siwoo was looking at Evan’s profile. Such a handsome face indeed. He had all the advantages of his British father and Korean mother. A high nose bridge that couldn’t be easily seen in Asians, deep eyes with dark shadows. His long and dense brown eyelashes created shadows, making his green eyes take on another color.
They say eye contact for 3 seconds, but just looking at him made you fall deeply.
“Coco. I asked before, but do you like my face?”
Whether they hit a traffic light, the car stopped smoothly. And the face that hadn’t even given him a glance turned toward Siwoo.
“…”
He couldn’t give any answer. If he said he liked it? Of course he liked it excessively. From an aesthetic perspective, he could say it was his ideal type. When seeing something beautiful and pleasing, it was natural to feel good and for his gaze to keep going to it.
Ah, the arrhythmia started again. This definitely seemed like a side effect of not regressing. Siwoo, who unconsciously frowned slightly, tried to untangle their intertwined fingers.
“I’m glad you like it.”
Louis, whose eyes had opened slightly, quickly closed them and turned his head toward the window as quietly as possible. He had dozed off briefly because he was tired. When he heard people’s voices through the softly playing music, he remembered they were filming and tried to get up.
But to hear such a conversation. Those two people clearly thought he was deeply asleep. And the camera and such, yes, the content just now would definitely be edited out. It was an extremely personal conversation between just the two of them.
What he heard was from the part “Yesterday was…” It wasn’t a very long time and not particularly deep or extensive conversation was exchanged. But this fluffy, ticklish, just what is this atmosphere suffocated him.
Louis, who had nowhere to put his gaze, saw the two people’s hands.
What? Why are they even holding hands with fingers interlaced? Hello. What really is this? Crazy! Why did I ride this car? I should have gone instead of Yechan.
Evan and Siwoo didn’t talk more. But Louis, who had missed the timing to wake up, had to pretend to be asleep until they arrived at the place they had promised to rest.
After driving for 1 hour and 30 minutes, rest time.
“Why aren’t you holding hands? You should hold them.”
Siwoo, who was getting out of the car and doing light stretches, opened his eyes wide at the main writer’s words. No matter how much it was a penalty, there should be break times and an appropriate compromise.
“Then what about the bathroom? I’m going to the bathroom right now.”
A sulky remark popped out at the writer who pointed out their hands first thing upon seeing them. They had been holding hands until just now, sweating between their palms and fingers. He tried to pull out their intertwined fingers while moderately reading the mood, but each time, Evan noticed and put strength in his hand, so he couldn’t escape.
If Louis had at least been awake, they could have joked around and glossed over it, but rather he couldn’t even make loud noises for fear of waking the deeply sleeping Louis.
“Yesterday I said even the bathroom together.”
“Writer-nim. If Siwoo were an omega, can you imagine the two of us holding hands going to the bathroom?”
“But Siwoo isn’t an omega.”
When he spoke by substituting alphas and omegas, Evan chuckled at the answer that came out immediately.
“Please turn a blind eye appropriately.”
Evan raised his large hand to pat the main writer’s shoulder, then left the spot with his hands shoved in his pockets. Siwoo, who was left alone with the writer, read the mood slightly and quickly followed behind Evan.
It was certain that even the same words changed depending on who said them. They could say anything they wanted to him, but it was different for Evan.
“What? Why aren’t you two holding hands?”
“How can we hold them when getting in the car? We’ll hold them inside the car.”
After the short free time ended, Evan, who had been comfortable, lightly settled the PD’s words pointing them out as soon as he saw them. Holding Siwoo’s hand wasn’t a penalty for him. What about Siwoo? He caught sight of him smiling brightly while talking with Louis about something.
Evan, who sighed briefly, once brushed his lips with his fingertips. Last night’s incident was an accident but also not an accident. It started with unintentionally interrupting Coco’s live.
Since others were using the bathroom first, he used the bathroom in Coco’s empty room. If he had known he was doing a live, he wouldn’t have done that.
Yesterday’s afternoon time spent with Louis and Ian was truly difficult for him.
Pink hair and blue hair. The combination of two omegas that naturally drew gazes and one alpha was enough to attract people’s attention.
He couldn’t bring himself to stop the two who met freedom after trainee life that started from puberty, debut, and moving according to a tightly packed schedule until now.
They had to look at all the small shops on the street, and had to at least taste snacks that looked delicious. A life tailored to people’s eyes. And Louis and Ian, who had to always show their best appearance along with fantasies about omegas, were on a diet 365 days a year.
But on this trip, they had put that down and were purely enjoying themselves.
The moment filming ended, they had to enter harsh dieting again and return to a stereotyped life, so ‘Journey’ was nothing less than an escape for them.
Evan had become the guardian of Louis and Ian, who were excitedly running wild. While they were going around in a good mood, the moment Ian slipped on a piece of plastic someone had thrown away, Evan’s body moved on its own.
While the harsh situation of Ian rolling on the ground wasn’t staged, he ended up slightly spraining his fingers. Since it was his left hand, there wasn’t much inconvenience. It would be fine to just leave it, but they had to wrap it in bandages on the advice that it would be better to fix it rather than move it unconsciously.
Anyway, he was thinking of washing up quickly and resting. However, the moment he came out of the bathroom and saw Siwoo, a small greed arose. It wasn’t other fingers but the middle and ring fingers that were hurt, so why couldn’t he button it? But Siwoo buttoned his clothes without much complaint.
They said his favorite color was pink, and his pajamas were literally a pink extravaganza. He hadn’t expected at all to see him handling his own clothes in a cute outfit that suited him well.
Since Siwoo also hadn’t washed long ago, he was full of sweet fragrance.
It was a pleasant thing to watch Siwoo focused on buttoning while wriggling. Injuring his fingers felt like good fortune instead.
Until he casually turned his head and saw himself and Siwoo reflected on the laptop screen.
