After walking a bit, a restaurant with a luxurious atmosphere came into view. It was a place he wouldn’t have dared enter alone.
He sneakily looked around the restaurant. The space decorated with toned-down wood interior had wine bottles densely filling one wall. A spectacular fire show was taking place in the open kitchen. The rich scent of butter and herbs wafted gently.
“Seeing baby makes me want to eat something rich. Pasta’s okay, right?”
He was asking for an opinion only after already bringing him inside.
“Yes. That’s good.”
Ah, it looks expensive. He’s not really making me treat, is he?
With an expression opposite to his gentle face, Hwi-gyeom looked at the employee approaching to guide them. The employee, who had been wearing a business smile, made an expression wanting to run away upon seeing Ha-seok.
Hwi-gyeom understood the employee’s feelings. He too, the first day he saw Ha-seok, wanted to run straight out of the hotel room.
Objectively, Ha-seok was extremely handsome. He wasn’t inferior even compared to Seo-jin. The problem was the scar that remained deeply on Ha-seok’s right cheek. It looked like a knife wound.
Moreover, because his pupils were pushed upward with the whites showing widely below—sanpaku eyes—his threatening atmosphere stood out. For an ordinary person, it was an appearance that made one shrink just making eye contact.
His massive build, reminiscent of a mountain, also played a part. His shoulders alone were wide enough to place a keyboard on, and his arms were swollen so firmly that two hands would struggle to encircle them. Even with light movements, his back split smoothly as muscles rippled.
And what about his outfit? Currently, Ha-seok was wearing a vivid purple shirt with intense printing.
The pattern was so flashy it hurt the eyes. Looking at the logo, it was clearly a luxury brand. However, it was a design most people would never buy even with expensive money.
“I’ll guide you inside.”
The employee, barely managing their expression, led Hwi-gyeom and Ha-seok to a table. On the table covered with white linen, a small candle was lit.
Though it was a bit past dinner time, the tables were almost all full. Most were couples who had come for dates. Ha-seok’s two subordinates sat themselves at a nearby table even before the employee could guide them.
Ha-seok seated Hwi-gyeom next to him. Since the arm on his shoulder remained there, Hwi-gyeom had no choice but to sit pressed close to Ha-seok.
At least fortunately, the employee guided the two to the innermost table, so people’s gazes didn’t reach them well.
“Please take your time looking at the menu and call us.”
The employee held out the menu to the two. Ha-seok opened the menu and showed it to Hwi-gyeom.
“Pick everything you want to eat.”
I’m the one paying though. Though it was absurd that the host and guest roles were reversed, Hwi-gyeom diligently read the menu.
What kind of pasta costs 30,000 won each?
Then his expression darkened upon seeing the menu prices. Though he’d spent hundreds of thousands on a bag, it pained him to spend 30,000 won on a single pasta.
If it were Ha-seok’s money, I’d eat plenty. It felt bitter precisely because it was a situation where he’d agreed to treat.
With 30,000 won, he could buy dozens of ramen packages. At one time, Hwi-gyeom had often survived on just one ramen a day. Putting in noodles, adding sauce and boiling them was the same, yet the price difference was this much.
Spaghetti ramen is delicious too. As random thoughts came and he couldn’t readily choose a menu, Ha-seok giggled and ruffled Hwi-gyeom’s hair.
“I’m not making baby pay. Was buying hyung pasta that painful? It’s written all over your face.”
Flustered, Hwi-gyeom bit his rolled lips. His inner thoughts seemed to have shown on his face. To make such a mistake.
But thinking carefully, the body’s owner would surely have been flustered too if Ha-seok suddenly asked him to buy a meal. Though the body owner’s circumstances were better than Hwi-gyeom’s, his situation wasn’t exactly comfortable either.
He was currently in debt—practically loan shark debt—having gotten tangled up with a vicious agency president. The reason he’d bought the bag with the check he received from Seo-jin today was because he knew that if he kept the money as is, the president would take it all.
“……Then this, this, and this.”
Since he was already caught, Hwi-gyeom decided to be shameless about it. It wasn’t like Moon Ha-seok had noticed that he’d possessed this body.
Anyway, the only things to eat back at the officetel were instant rice and ramen. With the intention of at least filling his stomach, he chose menus he hadn’t been able to try before.
“Will that be enough? You should eat pizza and risotto too.”
Ha-seok, who laughed, raised his right hand. The employee approached with quick steps.
“Will you be ordering?”
“Vongole bianco, truffle cream tagliatelle, porcini cream pappardelle, prosciutto arugula pizza, and scallop lemon butter risotto. Five dishes like this. For drinks, zero cola.”
“Yes. I’ll confirm your order.”
The employee skillfully recited the menu once and returned with the menu. Shortly after, pre-meal bread and drinks came out.
Upon seeing the bread, a growling sound came from his stomach. Hwi-gyeom glanced at Ha-seok. Ha-seok, who had been fiddling with Hwi-gyeom’s earlobe between his fingers, gestured at the bread with his chin.
At the wordless permission, Hwi-gyeom spread butter on the bread and took a bite. Ah, delicious. His mood, which had gone down from coincidentally running into Ha-seok, rose a bit.
It wasn’t that he disliked Ha-seok, but he’d been slightly annoyed at having his freely spent alone time interrupted.
“You eat well. But why are you so thin? I wish there was more meat on your ass. That way it would be tasty to pound.”
Watching Hwi-gyeom nibble through the bread, Ha-seok muttered in a serious voice. Then he suddenly lowered his hand and groped Hwi-gyeom’s buttocks.
Hwi-gyeom’s eyes widened with bread still in his mouth. Fortunately, it was an integrated bench seat. If not, all the people eating nearby would have nearly choked.
Just then, he saw an employee walking over carrying a tray. Hwi-gyeom urgently grabbed Ha-seok’s arm.
“Hyung……”
The end of his words stretched out long. His flustered, reddened eyes caught Ha-seok’s gaze. Ha-seok, lightly smacking his lips, put his arm back around Hwi-gyeom’s shoulder and pinched his soft cheek with his fingers.
This sight was also embarrassing to show others, but still better than a moment ago. They could be seen as close hyung and dongsaeng. Or they might think it was one-sided bullying.
The employee tried not to direct their gaze toward Ha-seok and Hwi-gyeom’s faces while placing the plates on the table.
“Your ordered menu is here. We’ll bring the pizza and risotto soon as well.”
“……Thank you.”
Hwi-gyeom barely managed to voice the words. His cheek was truly burning hot, not because of acting. At least Seo-jin had sex inside the car; he didn’t openly touch his body like this in public places. He had social face to maintain.
Though Hwi-gyeom had realized Ha-seok was a pervert from their last sex, to think he didn’t care about others’ gazes to this extent. Just how thick was his face skin?
“Oh, this looks delicious. Baby ordered the menu well.”
It wasn’t normal from the start—making him call him hyung while consistently calling him baby himself. The age gap wasn’t even that large. Well, if he were normal, he wouldn’t have sponsored Hwi-gyeom through a contract with the agency president.
“Eat up. You need to eat until you’re full to play with hyung enjoyably.”
Ha-seok, who placed a fork in Hwi-gyeom’s hand, smiled a slippery smile.
“Yes. Thank you for the meal.”
Since he was indeed hungry, Hwi-gyeom began tasting the food one by one. As expensive as it was, it was delicious. There were flavors he’d never tasted before in his life, making his mouth happy.
When he finished eating and went to pay, he was slightly tense. He thought Ha-seok wasn’t the type to go back on his word, but you never knew.
However, contrary to his worry, Ha-seok kept his promise. Hwi-gyeom stroked his full stomach with a much lighter feeling.
Ha-seok, who had been watching that appearance with a meaningful face, put strength into the arm around Hwi-gyeom’s shoulder and smoothly brought his face close. In an instant, they were close enough for their noses to brush.
Hwi-gyeom made an awkward smile and slightly averted his gaze. I went shopping, my stomach’s full, now it would be perfect to go home, shower, and jump into bed, he thought, but seeing Ha-seok’s eyes, they already looked a bit off.
Why is he like this?
It was when he was slightly tense because of Ha-seok’s unpredictable personality. Ha-seok turned his head and brought his lips to Hwi-gyeom’s ear. As he spoke, warm breath tickled the fine hairs. His lips precariously grazed the skin.
“Hyung wants to eat dessert.”
Thinking of sweet dessert, saliva pooled in Hwi-gyeom’s mouth too. So he nodded saying yes. Forgetting even for a moment that Ha-seok was a pervert was a big mistake.
***
“Euup……”
At the moans that kept leaking out, Hwi-gyeom covered his mouth with his palm. Strength left his knees as he put force into his legs. When he lowered his blurred vision, he saw a round head.
