Hearing the sound from behind, Yi-hyun finally turned his head. Seeing Hwi-gyeom’s pale white face, he showed a briefly flustered expression before casually wrapping up his call.
“Let’s hang up now. Let’s grab a drink when you have time. Yeah, alright.”
Yi-hyun put his phone in his pocket and approached with a bright smile. He bent both knees and sat down, examining Hwi-gyeom’s complexion with an innocent face.
“Hyung, you’re up now? You weren’t waking up for so long, I thought you were Sleeping Beauty.”
“…Yeah. Sorry. What time is it?”
Hwi-gyeom asked, trying not to make eye contact with Yi-hyun. Yi-hyun ruffled Hwi-gyeom’s hair like he was petting a puppy.
“It’s 10 AM. I washed and dried the clothes you wore yesterday. I’d love to eat with you, but I have to go out soon.”
Unlike the naked Hwi-gyeom, Yi-hyun was neatly dressed. He looked at the leather watch on his wrist with a disappointed air.
“I’d like to give you a ride, but I don’t have time. I have a meeting with an advertiser. You can go by yourself, right?”
“Of course.”
Hwi-gyeom steeled himself and decided to call a taxi. Taking public transportation in his current physical state would guarantee getting sick. Besides, he had plans to meet Seo-jin this evening.
“Good boy. I’ll give you taxi fare. Take a taxi. Taxis can’t come inside here, so you’ll have to go out to the complex entrance to call one.”
Yi-hyun tickled Hwi-gyeom’s chin with his fingertips as if handling a dog, then got up and returned with several yellow bills.
The bills dropped onto his thigh. Yi-hyun, who had handed over the money like giving charity, lightly kissed Hwi-gyeom’s cheek. After Yi-hyun left and Hwi-gyeom was left alone in the spacious house, he fiddled with the money for a long while.
He looked forlorn as if deeply shocked, but Hwi-gyeom’s mind was entirely filled with thoughts about what to eat. Thanks to Yi-hyun’s generosity, there would be plenty of money left over even after taxi fare.
Maybe he doesn’t know how much taxi fare costs since he rarely takes taxis. Hwi-gyeom clutched the money and went to the utility room to take out the clothes from the dryer.
Then he grabbed his bag and phone and left Yi-hyun’s house. When he got on the elevator, he saw his haggard face in the mirror. His appearance was so extraordinary that a decadent atmosphere flowed from him, but the bruises on his neck made him look like a sick person.
How am I going to cover these marks?
Hwi-gyeom clicked his tongue quietly. It was April, so wearing a turtleneck would be difficult, and he didn’t have any scarves at home. It seemed he’d have to buy some foundation.
Then his eyes became languid. It was because the sex he’d had with Yi-hyun came to mind. When his throat was being choked, it was truly ecstatic.
But it would be troublesome if marks kept being left on his body like this. Drama filming would start soon.
Hwi-gyeom didn’t doubt for a moment that he would pass the audition. It was an audition he’d gone to under Yi-hyun’s halo, and the acting he’d shown was objectively quite good.
[Hyung, when did your acting skills improve so much? You don’t seem like the hyung I know. You were seriously sexy as hell. I almost couldn’t stop myself from wanting to fuck you right there on the spot.]
While having sex, Yi-hyun had mentioned Hwi-gyeom’s acting several times. The guy who boasted the most outstanding acting skills among actors his age praised Hwi-gyeom’s acting to the skies. When he said that, you could feel he was sincere.
The comment that he seemed like a different person made him feel a bit uneasy inside, but unless Yi-hyun had mind-reading abilities, there was no way he could know about Hwi-gyeom’s identity. So Hwi-gyeom decided to be shameless about it.
The body’s owner had thanked Hwi-gyeom and left. He must have sensed that Hwi-gyeom would enter this body and live in his place.
It was a second chance at life obtained with difficulty. He got to live with the handsome face he’d always only dreamed of. The situation was bleak, but that’s precisely why Hwi-gyeom liked it more.
Living as a gay man in South Korea was difficult. Especially since Hwi-gyeom was now going to be a real actor and work in the industry. He wasn’t popular yet, but he believed he would soon gain numerous fans. As such, having sex with men from now on would be something that required taking considerable risks.
Why would Yi-hyun, who lacked nothing in the world, meet Hwi-gyeom while providing sponsorship? It was proof that having sex with ordinary people was that dangerous.
Looking at it that way, Hwi-gyeom already had three accomplished men as sex partners. Just as they regarded Hwi-gyeom as a toy, Hwi-gyeom felt the same about them.
Living sex toys. Each with outstanding individual characteristics, handsome, and with robust cocks. Their shapes were slightly different, but the thickness and length of their dicks were all excellent.
They were absolutely not sizes you’d normally find in Korea. It wouldn’t be easy to meet guys like these anywhere else. Moreover, their sexual preferences matched. They liked sadism, and Hwi-gyeom felt pleasure from masochism. Soulmates, you might say.
Hwi-gyeom tapped the pocket with the money. They even had lots of money, which was very nice. The money they tossed out like doing favors was tens, hundreds of thousands. He suppressed a hum from escaping and walked through the luxury villa complex where Yi-hyun lived.
The complex interior, with various flowers and trees planted by expert hands, looked like a garden you’d see in a European castle rather than a residential area. One drawback was that it was too large.
By the time he reached where taxis could enter, he was so tired that his mouth tasted sweet. He greeted the taxi driver ahjussi he’d called through the app and got in the taxi.
Since he had to meet Seo-jin this evening, he set his destination as home. His toes moved on their own at the thought of ordering delivery food to his heart’s content.
He got off in front of the officetel building and went up in the elevator. As soon as he pressed the password and opened the door, his expression melted.
“My place really is the best.”
Though it was incomparably smaller than Yi-hyun’s house, Hwi-gyeom liked his own nest. Compared to where he’d lived in the past, this place was heaven. Plus, he didn’t have to watch anyone’s mood.
He smiled brightly and stretched first. Clothes were left like traces along the path Hwi-gyeom walked. Wearing only underwear, he crouched below the sofa and agonized over the delivery app.
In the past, he didn’t have money, so it took a big decision to order delivery food even once. But even when he made up his mind and opened the delivery app, he couldn’t press the order button because of the higher-than-expected prices. He’d think about how many ramyeon packets or triangle kimbap he could buy with this money, and the more he thought, the more wasteful it seemed.
Now he was troubled in a different sense. Hwi-gyeom made groaning sounds as he carefully selected the menu. He had enough money to eat whatever he wanted, but there were too many delicious-looking things.
He wanted to order everything, but then food would be left over, so he had to choose carefully. After agonizing for a full 20 minutes, he chose a store that accepted cash payment and ordered assorted sushi and malatang.
“I’m finally going to try it.”
Malatang. It was food he’d wanted to try at least once before. But it was more expensive than expected, so he’d only tried ramyeon with mala flavor added. His heart pounded with anticipation.
Until the delivery food arrived, Hwi-gyeom lay sprawled on the sofa using his phone. While skimming through entertainment industry news posted on SNS, Hwi-gyeom remembered what he’d talked about with Na-ri.
“Should I make it now?”
Checking the app, the delivery food would take another 30 minutes to arrive anyway. It seemed better to do something than kill time idly until then.
The YeonStar app was already installed. After creating an ID, he found the note Na-ri had given him. After completing the friend request, the doorbell rang. After waiting for the delivery person to leave, he opened the door and brought in a heavy bag. With good timing, both foods arrived almost simultaneously.
“Money really is the best.”
Hwi-gyeom was moved looking at the food spread across the entire sofa table. Since he was ordering anyway, he wanted to eat properly, so he added various ingredients. As a result, the packaging containers were filled to the brim with food.
He took a sip of the complimentary zero cola, made a satisfied sound, and tore open the chopsticks. The combination of sweet egg sushi and malatang was the best. Even though he ate until he was full, there was still some left, so he put it in the refrigerator.
By then it was 2 PM. Feeling relaxed for the first time in a while, Hwi-gyeom crawled under the blanket. Napping while patting his full belly was very blissful.
“Ugh, what?”
He was sleeping soundly. At a sound from the front door, Hwi-gyeom opened his swollen eyes. Something felt ominous. He picked up the phone he’d placed beside his face and checked—it was already 5 PM. It felt like he’d only slept for 30 minutes, but three hours had already passed.
Haaaaam. Hwi-gyeom yawned long and got up staggeringly. Looking at the wall pad, he saw a familiar man standing there. It was Seong Jin-tae, Seo-jin’s secretary. Hwi-gyeom pressed the button and opened his mouth, then cleared his throat.
“Ahem. I’m up. Just a moment.”
He rushed into the bathroom to wash up and opened the wardrobe to grab whatever he could. Then he hurriedly grabbed just his phone and bag and went out. Water droplets were dripping from his hair, but Seo-jin’s patience wasn’t that good.
When he opened the door, Jin-tae, who had been checking his phone, looked up. His eyes trembled finely seeing the moist hair and flushed cheeks that showed he’d just washed up.
“…You waited long, didn’t you? I’m sorry.”
