“I’m telling you, you won’t know.”
“Ugh… Uh… Hyung, don’t… blow wind… so much…”
“I’m just whispering. How can I whisper without breathing?”
As soon as Seonwoo finished speaking, Yoonjo covered his ears and took a step back. He looked quite pitiful, trembling. Yoonjo shuddered, then stuttered.
“I-I won’t… I won’t ever give you my ear again. Your breath… like that… Ugh… You keep blowing whoosh whoosh, it’s really too ticklish and weird.”
“Mm… I see. So it was weird.”
Along with a tone as if soothing a child, Seonwoo reached out his hand. Seonwoo, who fiddled with his plump earlobe, let out a low laugh watching Yoonjo flinch once in a while.
“It could be weird. Because sometimes there are people whose ears are sensitive.”
“When I searched before… ticklish spots… are eroge…”
Having said that much, Yoonjo moved two more steps away from Seonwoo. His face had already turned bright red. With just the two words ‘ticklish spots’ and ‘erogenous zone,’ Yoonjo realized about his own reaction. Content he had searched a long time ago quickly flashed through his mind.
That content about ticklish spots being erogenous zones, toes and fingers, even ears being ticklish…
Yoonjo had a worried face while cupping his ears.
“Hyung… I think my ears are an erogenous zone.”
“…What?”
He said it so confidently that on the contrary, Seonwoo lost his words. It was because he thought usually this kind of thing was hidden. Regardless, Yoonjo hopped around and added with a serious face.
“It was a weird spot last time too!”
“If it’s a weird spot, where?”
At the dumbfounded question, Yoonjo twisted his body halfway, then stood straight again. It was because if he spilled even this, he felt he’d really be treated as a strange person.
“Anyway. Anyway! It’s anyway! Now I’ll never give you my ear again. Never!”
Yoonjo, who shouted with a resolute posture, scratched his ears vigorously. It was rough handling as if he would remove Seonwoo’s breath.
“…Even for me, if you go that far, it’s a bit hurtful, Yoonjo-ya.”
At Seonwoo’s sullen words, Yoonjo hesitated. Yoonjo, who awkwardly brushed his ear that had turned red from scratching it so much, muttered.
“Instead of never giving it… how about only doing whispers when they’re really necessary? But… it’s too ticklish.”
“Then Yoonjo-ya, come here for a moment. I have something important to say.”
Instead of answering, Yoonjo glared at Seonwoo as if on guard. His two hands were still cupping his ears. At that suspicious look, Seonwoo looked around, then lowered his voice.
“Really. I’m going to talk about something important.”
“Really?”
“Mm-hm.”
Yoonjo, who had been hesitating, approached Seonwoo one step, one step. Only when he stood exactly half a step in front did Yoonjo slyly turn his head. His two hands were already tightly gripping his clothes. Like someone anticipating the sensation to come, his nape had turned red. It was a pitiful trembling to the point where the fine hairs standing on end were visible.
“The program I’ll appear on is…”
“Ugh, uh… Yees…”
“It’s a dining table travelogue about eating and walking.”
Yoonjo, who had been trembling just a moment ago, opened his eyes wide as soon as Seonwoo finished speaking. Yoonjo, who immediately straightened his body, tightly gripped Seonwoo’s two hands and asked back.
“What did you say? A dining table travelogue? That one where you go all around the region and cook with regional specialty products? Really? For real? Truly?”
This wasn’t the reaction I expected… Seonwoo blinked his eyes several times, then barely answered.
“Uh… Yeah. Since I chose something without much recognition…”
“Why doesn’t it have recognition! I still keep rewatching episode 276 of Dining Table Travelogue!”
“What’s with the specific number?”
“It’s the episode I appeared in.”
Yoonjo, who spoke confidently, squinted one eye and laughed. He seemed to be trying to look cool, but it wasn’t at all in Seonwoo’s eyes. Just like how a small Chihuahua standing nobly doesn’t look cool.
**Dining Table Travelogue About Eating and Walking**
The logo made with a crude font appeared on the small screen, then disappeared. Music that was strangely mysterious played softly, then gradually diminished. A short narration passed by and showed the sea.
The opening sequence was just so-so. Though there was nothing particularly special, Yoonjo’s expression was serious throughout.
– This place is the southernmost tip of South Korea. Among them, yuzu grown in fertile land and receiving the sea breeze from the clean ocean is famous…
As if he had memorized the narration, Yoonjo also muttered the same words. Seeing how precise the timing was, it seemed he hadn’t watched it just once or twice.
“I’ll appear soon.”
Yoonjo, who pointed at the screen with a highly excited expression, stared intently. On the small smartphone screen, the sea passed by again, and yuzu trees passed by. Following that, the appearance of children running somewhere passed by in turn.
“Just now! Just now!”
It was to the degree that you’d wonder if something passed by. Only the background appeared the whole time, and the only place where people appeared was the scene of children running in a group. Seonwoo asked back with a ‘no way’ feeling.
“…Ah, that spot just now?”
“Yes! Should I show you again? I really came out well.”
Yoonjo moved his fingers carefully, even paying attention to the seconds. It was precisely the 5 minute 22 second point. It was a scene of children running while waving their hands. Yoonjo, who pointed at the child laughing in the very front, smiled proudly.
“I really came out well, didn’t I? I waited for two hours in the field to do this. On the day this aired, all the village elders and I gathered at the community center and watched it together.”
Considering that Dining Table Travelogue had now surpassed 600 episodes, episode 276 was certainly an old episode number. Seonwoo alternately looked at the child smiling brightly in the paused screen and Yoonjo grinning with his teeth showing in front of him, then slightly lowered his head.
Just a bit more and it would be a distance where their lips might touch. Seonwoo, who had been moving his lips, slightly clenched his fist without Yoonjo knowing and straightened his back.
“What did you do while waiting for two hours?”
“Uh… At that time, I just drew pictures on the ground and played. There happened to be someone I knew from the neighboring village. That person gave me water in between and also gave me rice cakes. Ah, if you watch this, aren’t I a senior to you, hyung? If we go by debut date, I’m completely ahead?”
“Mm-hm. Yoonjo sunbae-nim. I’ll serve you well from now on.”
When he spoke sweetly, Yoonjo glanced at Seonwoo for a moment, then put away his phone. Then he retorted with a resolute expression.
“So, I’ll take responsibility and teach you cooking, hyung.”
“…Why is the conversation going off on a tangent like that?”
Yoonjo, who was looking at the cooking teacher as if being cautious, wiggled his fingers and muttered.
“I’m also good at cooking… Why would you need to… learn from somewhere else? Just… if you learn from me… wouldn’t that be good…”
Yoonjo, who looked at the door area again, grabbed Seonwoo’s collar and whispered.
“Because Dining Table Travelogue is a program that has tremendous… tremendous meaning to me too. I’ll give you special training. I’m confident.”
So don’t go anywhere else and stay with me. Yoonjo, who firmly pressed down his inner thoughts, raised his head.
“Yes?”
Blinking with sparkling eyes, he looked just like a doll. Seonwoo tried to reach out his hand toward Yoonjo, who was hopping around repeating “Yees? Yes? Yes?”, then quietly lowered it.
It was because a feeling of wanting to take Yoonjo somewhere right away suddenly came. Having barely grasped the impulse, he replied indifferently.
“Today’s class was arranged by the agency, so I have to attend it.”
“Then it’s possible from tomorrow, right? I’ll really truly teach you diligently. Just trust and follow me.”
Yoonjo, who gave his characteristic bright smile, saw the cooking teacher coming in and scurried back to his original spot. He even kept swinging his feet while sitting, as if having pleasant thoughts.
Seonwoo, who had been continuing the class for a while, raised his head at a short sound that suddenly came. The cooking teacher’s shoulders kept shaking as if trying to hold back laughter.
“Ah, that person is really cute. He’s Actor Ki’s manager, right?”
Seonwoo, who turned his gaze without realizing it, discovered Yoonjo’s appearance. Yoonjo was sitting in the chair dozing off. His half-open mouth constantly sparkled, receiving the sunset light.
“Actually, he’s been asleep since earlier, and you can hear his breathing sounds intermittently. When my younger sibling was young, they used to sleep like that too… He’s really cute.”
Seonwoo put down the knife and replied in a rather stiff tone.
“He’s not a manager.”
“Really? Then is he perhaps your younger sibling? Ah, it’s not anything else, but I’m personally a bit curious.”
The person who should be cute only in his eyes dripping everywhere made Seonwoo’s mood uncomfortable. Seonwoo put down the knife and gave a painted smile.
“That’s difficult. He just came to help me for a bit, and he’s not in this industry. For now, can we end today’s class here? I’ll practice the rest at home. Would it be okay to coordinate the classes after this through the agency?”
“Ah… Oh, yes. Of course.”
Originally there would have been classes all week, but what was important right now wasn’t that. Seonwoo, who took off and hung up the apron, immediately picked up Yoonjo. Yoonjo, who woke slightly from sleep, inhaled with a “hup,” then made a sound as if smacking his lips.
Having stored the sound of such Yoonjo in his ear, he slightly lowered his head toward the cooking teacher. On his lips was a smile hung out of courtesy.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
