Perhaps it’s because it’s been a while since he drank. The alcohol tastes sweet.
When he shook the glass, he could hear the clinking sound of melted ice hitting the glass.
Siwoo brought the glass close to his ear and shook it several times.
“By the way, how did that thing turn out for you?”
Siwoo, who had been concentrating on the clear sound coming from the glass, blinked slowly and looked at Sangjun.
“What?”
Siwoo furrowed his brow at Sangjun’s action of bringing up a topic first then drinking from his straight glass, searching his memory before nodding his head.
Although it was a question without a subject, he was asking about the songwriting. Sangjun had even sent him the music file, telling him to think about it while listening.
Siwoo couldn’t bring himself to listen to that song again. He didn’t want his resentful feelings about curses, fate, and such to melt into that sweet and gentle melody. He couldn’t even tell him that he was going to give up. Where does someone who said they’d wait rush him before even two weeks have passed?
“You said you’d wait.”
Alcohol made people honest. It pulled up emotions that had been pressed down and hidden as if they didn’t exist, and made him spit them out boldly.
“I did say that. It just came to mind.”
Sangjun, who gave an equally insincere answer to Siwoo’s sullen response, filled Siwoo’s empty glass. As if in response, Siwoo emptied the glass in one shot.
“Evan, you’ve been busy.”
Sangjun’s interest soon turned to Evan, who was silently maintaining his spot.
“That’s right. The problem is I don’t feel like it.”
Evan’s gaze as he answered was on Siwoo beside him. As if he’d be anxious if there wasn’t a single point of contact, he touched Siwoo’s hair, massaged the back of his neck, and stroked his shoulders and back.
From the moment they sat down, Evan’s hands kept fiddling with Siwoo, and Siwoo, as if already accustomed to his touch, accepted it completely.
“You’re going to shoot a CF.”
Yeah, it’s the prime time. Should I thank him for at least being discreet in front of the camera?
Rolling the alcohol in his mouth with his tongue, Sangjun watched the two from an observer’s perspective.
Siwoo, who got along well with everyone all around, was now handing the fruit in front of him to Yechan as soon as he emptied his glass. On the other hand, Evan always looked straight at only Siwoo. He didn’t even properly look at others.
As soon as Siwoo handed the fruit to Yechan, Evan frowned and muttered something in Siwoo’s ear, making the corners of Siwoo’s eyes rise sharply. Even while whispering something to Evan, Siwoo’s hand reached for the fruit, and he picked up a grape and put it in Evan’s mouth.
Seeing Evan’s expression finally relax, it was the alcohol that was pulling at him.
“Because CFs are simpler than shooting movies. Did the song turn out well this time?”
They seemed to be lost in their own world, but he must have been listening to his words somehow, as Sangjun filled Evan’s empty glass with alcohol at the slightly delayed response.
“Do you think the song you want just comes out like that? Do you know the suffering of creators?”
“But you gave Siwoo a song right away.”
“That was something I’d already written.”
Even while conversing with Sangjun, Evan’s gaze remained on Siwoo. Evan tried to take the glass from Siwoo’s hand, and Siwoo was having a small tussle saying he’d drink more.
Although it was a space with five people, the conversation didn’t connect as one. Eventually, moderately drunk Yechan and Siwoo got up from their seats and started dancing playfully, and Chan, who got tired early, was almost lying on the sofa filming them dancing with his phone.
Thinking it was remarkable how well things rolled along despite such different people gathering, Sangjun tapped the table with his fingertips. When looking at the two guys in front of him, a melody that was both bitter and sweet inevitably came to mind.
Evan’s gaze was, as expected, on Siwoo who was swaying his body gently and laughing. Looking at it this way, Siwoo really does seem like an omega. When Sangjun’s thoughts suddenly reached that point, he moved his foot under the table and tapped Evan’s foot. Evan’s gaze as he looked at him with one eyebrow twitching wasn’t very pleasant.
“Siwoo. Is what I’m thinking correct?”
There hadn’t really been any opportunity to have this kind of conversation. Considering the stories they’d exchanged in passing, the night of the awards ceremony, and the situation that roughly followed, the conclusion led to one thing. But seeing him spend time with Yechan and Chan like that made everything ambiguous.
Without answering, Evan turned his stiff neck to loosen it, and his gaze found Siwoo again.
“Yes.”
“Late manifestation?”
The conversation between Evan and Sangjun was buried in the loud music and the laughter of Yechan and Siwoo, who were in high spirits.
“No. Something only I knew from the beginning. Should I say we exist for each other? That’s not quite right either. Should I say the problem is Coco can do without me, but I absolutely can’t? Hyung, you know what? I’m still scared. I feel like I’m going to die from fear. I don’t even know how far I can endure.”
In a flat voice, Evan muttered as if talking to himself.
“They’re having so much fun playing together like that. We’re members of the same group, and the two are very close hyung and dongsaeng or members, but what am I thinking right now? Should I get rid of Yechan? Or should I hold onto Siwoo? Things like that? Siwoo is an idol and it’s natural for him to be seen by people. I even think about making everyone who looks at Siwoo go blind.”
At the sight of Evan smirking and drinking, Sangjun closed his mouth. Evan’s words as he looked at Siwoo with a very calm expression, perhaps even smiling slightly, licking his lips, were eerie. It might be even more so because these were words said after acknowledging that Siwoo was an omega.
“Why so serious? Would I really do that? What if Siwoo hates me for it? Coco, come here.”
Putting down his empty glass on the table quite loudly, Evan smiled brightly. And he called Siwoo in a soft, clear voice. Siwoo, who had been joking around with Yechan until just now, quickly approached his side at Evan’s call.
“Drink some water. I think you’re drunk.”
Evan handed him ice water, but what Siwoo chose was alcohol.
“Excuse me, I can drink quite a bit, you know. You worry about yourself.”
Siwoo enjoyed the alcohol going down his throat hotly and lightly tapped Evan’s chest. He felt better than ever. The moderately dizzy and floating feeling was truly a long time coming. It wasn’t alcohol drunk to forget when things were hard or to fall asleep drunk.
It had been truly a long time since he drank enjoyably with people he liked in cheerful music. It was also nice to sway his body according to the music that changed from moment to moment, rather than proper choreography. It wasn’t clinging to music and dancing to forget everything in the crowded people.
It was exciting even when he staggered unable to keep his balance while dancing. He was in high spirits, but Evan, who had called him over only to tell him not to get drunk and hand him ice water, couldn’t possibly look pretty.
“You have bad drinking habits.”
“How do you know? You absolutely don’t know.”
At Siwoo’s firm answer, fine wrinkles formed on Evan’s brow.
“But it’s okay. You don’t need to know.”
Siwoo’s fingertips, smiling broadly and spouting ambiguous words, touched Evan’s brow. Then he gently rubbed it, trying to smooth out his crumpled expression.
“You know I like you. That’s enough.”
At a distance close enough for each other’s breath to touch, Siwoo whispered as if soothing Evan. But Evan’s hardened expression didn’t easily relax. His vision was dim and blurry, so Siwoo shook his head slightly.
“Is there more I need to know?”
At Evan’s question, Siwoo blinked slowly. He couldn’t see Evan’s handsome face clearly, but he could definitely feel his pheromones. When Evan asked the same question again, Siwoo moved his hand that had been touching his brow and cupped Evan’s cheeks.
“No. There isn’t.”
Along with a low voice mixed with a sigh, Siwoo’s two eyes closed.
“……”
Chan, who had been lying on the sofa until just now, had already gotten up and was joking around with Yechan, so a piece of jerky fell with a thud from the hand of Sangjun, who was silently watching the scene too precious to watch alone.
This is popcorn material. Will they kiss around now? Just as he reached such thoughts, Siwoo collapsed into Evan’s arms, and Evan was sighing and running his hand through his hair.
“……Are you asleep?”
“Yes.”
What kind of anticlimactic and absurd situation is this? Rather, it was Sangjun who had been concentrating who felt deep disappointment. Evan, who arranged Siwoo sleeping in his arms like that and held him comfortably, poured alcohol into Sangjun’s empty glass.
“Why are you so disappointed? I’m the one who’s going crazy. If you got a good show for free, come up with a decent song.”
“Is he always like that?”
Who said Siwoo was unaffectionate, blunt, and a cool tough guy? Evan, who had no intention of hiding, was arranging Siwoo’s hair and kissing his forehead.
“That one was a fox.”
“Is he only a fox? Anyway. Are you going to put that song on the mini album?”
Yechan, who had been executing pour-drink-dance as if he’d see the end of his alcohol tolerance today, fell asleep on one side of the sofa, and the remaining three had various conversations.
Most of it was stories related to the mini album. The people mainly talking were Evan and Sangjun, and Chan rested his arms on the table, propped his chin, and occasionally nodded or added interjections.
Evan, who took care of Siwoo who didn’t wake up even when the gathering broke up, chose to go to his nearby officetel instead of returning to the dorm.
Evan put down Siwoo, who had no intention of waking up, on the bed and was about to turn around when he let out a long sigh and lay down next to him. He should wash up, change Siwoo’s clothes, and at least wipe his face and hands and feet, but his whole body loosened languidly from the belatedly rising alcohol.
Even though they shared the same space, shared breaths, and did countless things together, even though they confessed countless times and exchanged sweet words, the growing anxiety didn’t easily subside.
Evan, who closed his eyes and raised one arm to cover his eyes, breathed slowly. Finding Siwoo’s scent in the alcohol smell floating in the air and his own pheromones that he let flow out as they pleased without even thinking of controlling them was no work at all.
“……”
Evan, who had been thinking he should rest for a moment then get up and move, lowered the arm covering his eyes at the weight felt on top of him and the unfamiliar yet familiar sensation. Had he fallen asleep in the meantime? Before he could even realize that, the first thing that caught his eye was Siwoo sitting on top of him.
“Coco.”
In his tightly locked throat state, the short word that came from Evan’s mouth couldn’t turn into a proper sound. It was Siwoo striking unexpectedly at an unexpected moment.
“……Hah…… If you woke up……”
At Siwoo’s voice mixed with a moan, Evan’s hand touched Siwoo’s waist, which was fully exposed. The smooth, soft skin felt under his palm felt like a dream. A flushed face and irregular breathing. Siwoo’s deeply spread obscene pheromones filled Evan’s lungs.
“Hurry…… Move.”
Siwoo’s hot hands were touching his chest, and at the sensation felt every time his slender waist moved, Evan’s expression changed in an instant. Now was not the time to consider the order of things, but time to satisfy his lover who was devouring him.
