After a long flight, they arrived in Canada.
At Director Na’s words that they should rest on the first day of arrival, all the actors and staff came into the hotel.
Yuchan and Dohyeong, who were yielding to people, got on the elevator last.
Wootae and Yuchan’s manager were absent, attending a staff meeting.
It was to prepare for any possible situations since they came to a foreign country.
Since the meeting seemed like it would be long, the two people decided to go up to their rooms first.
Yuchan, who had been keeping silent, turned his head toward Dohyeong as if something came to mind.
“Dohyeong-ah, shall we tonight….”
Have a beer or something, but.
Alphas and omegas have separate rooms. It was the same for all actors and staff.
“Yeah, let’s have beer after we go back to Korea.”
There’s no way he wouldn’t understand that feeling.
They always shared various stories over a beer.
At Dohyeong’s words, Yuchan smiled. Right, got it. A smile bloomed on his face as he answered briefly.
Shortly after, the elevator arrived at the floor where Dohyeong would stay.
“Then I’m going. See you tomorrow. Rest well.”
“Yeah, you rest well too. See you tomorrow.”
Yuchan waved from inside the elevator, and Dohyeong from the outside hallway.
The door slowly closed, and the gap gradually became narrow.
But Yuchan couldn’t take his eyes off Dohyeong until the end.
Even until the moment he disappeared as he turned his body to head toward where his room was.
“…Ha.”
Yuchan let out a sigh and slumped down in place.
He knows that since he started these feelings alone, he must also fold them away alone.
He shouldn’t force his feelings on Dohyeong, nor should he beg him to understand.
He already left words to remain as friends, and he’s the only one who can’t accept it.
“Pathetic. Choi Yuchan.”
Yuchan, who was muttering, roughly messed up his hair with one hand.
“Pathetic.”
His chest felt stuffy.
He’d rather turn back time and return to that moment when he confessed to Dohyeong.
If he had swallowed his feelings then.
If he hadn’t conveyed his feelings to Dohyeong in that instant.
Could he have easily organized these feelings?
Numerous thoughts crossed his mind, but he quickly shook his head.
No, even so, he became convinced that he would have stubbornly confessed to Dohyeong anyway.
“Have a beer or something.”
In the end, he’s blaming himself for his words from earlier being so uncool.
He desperately wanted to know at least when this stuffiness and frustration would get better.
***
After arriving at his room, unpacking, and taking out the clothes he received in advance to hang in the closet.
After coming out from a warm shower, his whole body quickly became drowsy.
He flopped onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
“…Ah.”
He tried hard to swallow the words that tried to follow after the sigh that burst out.
“I miss Jung Haesung.”
In the end, he muttered without being able to suppress it.
He felt inexplicably embarrassed by his sincerity mixed with Haesung’s three-character name. He giggled and rolled here and there on the bed.
“Ah, really!”
It’s good to the point he can’t stand it.
Haesung, this moment of calling him.
Just as he remains in his head and won’t leave, the fact that Haesung would be the same.
He was tightly hugging the pillow and calming his breath when someone pressed the bell.
He reflexively jumped up.
“…Who is it?”
It’s not that he’s unaccustomed to sleeping alone.
He’s just unaccustomed to unexpected people’s visits.
“It’s me. Wootae.”
But hearing Wootae’s voice, his worries settled down considerably.
Still, just in case, after checking Wootae’s face on the panel inside the room, he opened the door.
“I came to give you this.”
Wootae looked a bit tired.
Whether the meeting was quite difficult, the area under his eyes had become hollow.
He pressed his eyes firmly and handed over something he was holding in his other hand.
“What’s this?”
“You get cold easily. Jung Haesung insisted I take it, so I brought it.”
“Hyung did?”
“Yeah. He told me to tell you it’s a surprise.”
Dohyeong’s eyes became round.
As his face receiving the electric heating pad gradually turned red, Wootae let out a deep sigh and looked around.
“Dohyeong-ah. It’s fortunate no one’s here right now.”
“Yes! Expression management. Face management.”
If only he could say something.
Wootae glanced at Dohyeong covering his face with one hand and gestured for him to go in.
“You must be tired, so rest quickly.”
“Yeah. You too. See you tomorrow.”
“Right. Contact me if anything happens.”
Dohyeong left words not to worry and greeted Wootae.
As soon as he closed the door and came into the room, he tightly hugged the electric heating pad.
Then he fell onto the bed and rolled here and there.
No wonder Wootae’s carrier was quite big.
The location shoot was only a few days, so he wondered what luggage he’d brought so much of.
“This was it.”
He made a groaning sound.
He was happy just by the fact that Haesung’s heart reached him.
While rolling here and there on the bed while hugging the electric heating pad, Dohyeong suddenly sat up.
“I should contact him.”
He had to say he received it well, that he’s grateful.
He was going to send a message, but pressed the call button.
He wanted to do something like this at least once.
Indulging in immediate desire, leaving behind worries like whether he’s sleeping, that he shouldn’t wake him.
After a long signal, Haesung answered the phone.
[Yeah, Dohyeong-ah.]
“Hyung, thank you.”
At the thank you thrown out suddenly, Haesung laughed lightly.
Along with that, the TV volume heard beyond the phone lowered.
“Are you home?”
[Yeah. Today I’m going out in the afternoon. Photo shoot.]
“Our hyung is busy.”
[Our hyung?]
“Then is he someone else’s hyung?”
[That’s not it.]
The two people exchanging light jokes burst into laughter out loud.
His breathing heard beyond the receiver felt so good.
Tickling his chest, then enough to make his whole body tingle.
[Spread it on the bed quickly. And lie down and talk. The flight was long, so you must be tired.]
“Me, I was fine because I took business class. The staff who came with me were tired.”
[Right, that’s like you. Anyway, lie down quickly.]
“Then wait without hanging up.”
[Yes, I will do so.]
Even that was good. Even the playful formal speech tickles his insides.
Dohyeong spread the electric heating pad on the bed without being able to erase his grinning smile.
He set the temperature appropriately and lay on top. Why does it feel warm even though the heat hasn’t risen yet?
“I’m lying down.”
[Good job. How is it there, is it very cold?]
“Yeah. Extremely cold.”
[Snow?]
“It’s not falling yet. But they say it’ll fall tomorrow. It’s fortunate. Since the background in the story is winter.”
[It’s not fortunate at all.]
“Why?”
[Because I’m not there.]
At the following words, Dohyeong held his breath tightly.
No, he held back the laughter about to burst. He pulled the blanket up to his neck and squeezed his eyes shut, then turned his body.
“Right. It would be good if we were lying down together.”
[Let’s go together next time.]
“When?”
[After finishing the wrap party.]
At the answer promising the future, he could be excited again, but Dohyeong felt inexplicably scared.
What if Haesung being this attracted to him is just momentarily shaken during the fleeting moment of working on the same drama?
If it’s no different from those feelings from before.
Countless thoughts and words circle in his head.
Hyung, what relationship are we?
What meaning does the night we shared have?
How do you feel about me, hyung?
“Yeah. Let’s do that.”
But he couldn’t throw out the question.
He just swallowed it inside and tightly gripped his phone.
[…Kim Dohyeong, your voice was sexy. Just now.]
It was an absurd answer enough to make him forget all his worries from just before.
Human hearts are really funny.
The electric heating pad he gave him, the promise to come together. And Haesung’s voice.
The things that gathered one by one create a strange feeling.
“I can make even sexier sounds.”
Dohyeong writhed his legs and lay face down on the bed.
The not-so-strong pressure helps absorb the heat of the electric heating pad as it is.
Exhaling hot breaths, he moved his hands slowly.
The thin pants ended up as if he hadn’t worn them from the start.
At the sensation of bare skin touching his palm, breath rose up to his chin.
“Do you dislike it?”
[Shh. I’m concentrating.]
How can this be sexy enough to make his whole body tingle over something like this?
At Haesung’s words that he’s concentrating, Dohyeong squeezed his eyes shut.
With the phone placed on the electric heating pad, he hid even his remaining hand under the blanket.
The blanket began to heave little by little.
Dohyeong’s body, which had been lying still, gradually curled up, then straightened out, then twisted around and around.
It was as if someone was handling his body as they pleased.
What he felt was correct as his own hand, but recalling Haesung’s face, even the illusion that he was moving him as he pleased arose.
“Hyung… Haesung, hyung.”
Even the moment of calling him is tender. His chest tickled and then swelled as if it would burst.
In the end, greed doubles. Even knowing he must end it, he kept dragging out the time.
The heated sounds bursting from his mouth wouldn’t settle down at all.
“I’m scared, someone, might hear.”
Barely spitting out one word, one word at a time, he buried his face in the pillow.
He dragged and dragged the time, but in the end, the end comes. Finally, when his eyes flashed, then spread white several times.
He barely came to his senses and panted for breath. He picked up the phone he’d placed on the electric heating pad.
Thinking of Haesung who wasn’t saying anything made him laugh.
Did he listen on speakerphone? Or was he holding his breath?
The moment he was about to ask how it was.
“…Huh?”
What Dohyeong saw was his phone with the power dead.
How flustered he was, he quickly got down from the bed and rummaged through his bag.
A cold breeze blew from below, but that wasn’t what was important.
He quickly plugged in the adapter and connected it to the phone.
Tap, tap. Anxiously biting his nails several times.
Not long after, light came onto the screen. Since he put it down on the cold floor, it seemed the phone cooled down at least.
“…Ah, why would the power go out there of all times?”
Is it regrettable? Or embarrassing?
No, perhaps both feelings coexist.
He groaned while holding his face with both hands.
Did Haesung hear? No, it seems like he wouldn’t have heard from some point.
While having such thoughts. A vibrating sound was heard.
Looking down, Haesung’s name was displayed.
“Hyuuung….”
[Kim Dohyeong.]
Haesung’s voice that followed was quite low.
[You….]
Haa, the sigh that burst out was rough.
He was about to say something, but Haesung’s one sentence blocked his breath.
[You want to see hyung go crazy.]
He almost laughed. He bit his lips tightly and held back while shaking his head.
As if Haesung was right in front of him.
“No, hyung. That’s not it.”
[First.]
“Yes?”
The voice became quite serious.
What is he trying to say, he waited while pressing his innocent thighs, when he heard a deep sigh.
And he realized. This isn’t because he’s in a bad mood or angry.
It’s frustrating because of things that must be suppressed.
The sound you can hear when someone is anxious because things aren’t going their way.
“Hyung.”
[Let’s see when you come back.]
His heart dropped with a thud.
Really funny. Just now he was intoxicated by such heat, yet he’s recalling the nights with Haesung again.
At Haesung’s following words, Dohyeong also burst into a sigh as if he couldn’t win and laughed.
[Let’s see when you come back to Korea. Dohyeong-ah. Hyung, I think I’ve already gone crazy.]
