The head writer had never looked for Siwoo, but he had to lie to send him out first. Since there weren’t many viewers and they were Coco Moms that he knew, not just anyone else, he thought it was fortunate at least.
He didn’t know for sure how much he could stop them.
If it went on air, he already knew the blow Siwoo would receive. Meeting Siwoo could be called a stroke of heaven’s luck. He still didn’t know for what reason the regression had stopped.
From the moment the PD told them to upload photos on their personal SNS, Evan uploaded Siwoo’s photos without hesitation. He would pull him up.
To his own position. He was thinking of making it happen somehow. He had no intention of going down to match him.
He had to suppress the emotions that kept surging up and become his friend first. He didn’t know how long he could suppress his feelings, but there was nothing better than friendship to cover the emotion called love.
But that resolution didn’t last long. From the moment that ridiculous game started.
He couldn’t hide his pheromones that momentarily ran wild and rampaged. He thought “oh no” and quickly pulled them back, but he ended up getting scolded by Luca.
There was only one short-term method to pull Siwoo up to his position. Using his own popularity. He had to make himself appear in every scene from now on. While doing that, he planned to flaunt his friendship with Siwoo on SNS.
The proposal mixed with a little personal interest was cleanly ignored, but there was no problem with playing the game. Evan also disliked this PD who changed his words this way and that, so he thought he would win somehow and completely empty his wallet.
Literally, since this was business, he responded as calmly as possible. He was going to. If only Siwoo, whose eyes suddenly lit up, hadn’t grabbed his collar and pulled him sharply.
His round pupils sparkled and his red lips waiting for him were slightly parted. At that sight of him twisting the angle slightly to receive the paper, he unknowingly let go of the paper.
Before he could even recover, Siwoo’s lips that approached first brushed against his and disappeared.
If asked whether he could have avoided it, he could of course answer that he could have. But he didn’t want to avoid it.
* * *
“Evan, I’ll drive this time. They said we just need to go two hours to the lunch place.”
Siwoo, whose lips were nicely raised as if something was still so funny, approached. His hair flew up softly in the wind. As his T-shirt shifted to the side, the outline of his slender upper body was revealed. Whether it was a habit of wearing clothes, Siwoo always wore skinny bottoms with oversized tops.
A small hand extended toward him.
Evan held out his hand as if possessed and grabbed Siwoo’s approaching hand.
“No. You have to give me the car keys, not your hand.”
His voice pulling his hand away was full of laughter.
“It’s fine. I’ll drive. The driver’s seat is on the opposite side here so it’s confusing.”
He couldn’t grab the hand moving away again. The one being anxious was himself. The one being uneasy was himself.
Unlike himself who recognized him at first sight, Siwoo was far too calm. He was kind to everyone, and without anyone being closer or less close, he fit in well everywhere.
He wouldn’t know, it was natural that he didn’t know.
Waiting was never an easy thing. A sweet scent was mixed in the blowing wind.
“Hold out your hands. I’ll tie it for you.”
Louis, who got in the car, saw the loosely wrapped handkerchief and personally tied it tightly. Even though it was fine to tie it loosely and roughly, the two wrists were closely attached, and another person’s hand was absolutely necessary to untie the knot.
“Aren’t you trusting autonomous driving too much?”
Siwoo, who had been fiddling with the knot to make it a bit looser, gave up and looked at Louis.
“Ah! I get it. I’ll make it loose so you can untie it right away anytime. Evan hyung is staying still but why are you being like this, hyung? Anyway, since it’s tied with a handkerchief, it’ll loosen up in a bit.”
It was Louis’s petty revenge for having to pretend to sleep earlier.
* * *
“Ah. It’s cold.”
The weather at the departure point was sunny, but as they got closer to the destination, there were more clouds. It was fine a little while ago, but the wind blowing now was bleakly cold, so Siwoo shrank slightly.
If he had known the weather would change like this, he would have taken out at least one jacket. All his clothes were neatly organized and packed in his carrier.
“It suddenly got cold. It’s really cold.”
Louis, who got out following Siwoo, also instinctively shrank. Then he approached Siwoo’s side, linked arms with him, and stuck close.
“Should we go somewhere and buy some clothes? Do you have thick clothes?”
Siwoo, who was accustomed to skinship that approached first, walked toward the staff while linking arms with Louis.
“No. Since they said the weather here is early summer, I packed light. I’ll ask and buy something to wear roughly wherever there’s something nearby. Ian, you don’t have a thick jacket or anything either, right?”
Indeed, people’s hearts are all the same.
When they gathered, most were complaining about the cold weather. The weather forecast said it would be cloudy, but it said it was starting to rain now at the destination.
“Eat quickly. They’re selling clothes over there. Let’s go buy clothes there. Wow, at times like this we should empty PD-nim’s wallet. If we had thought about it yesterday, we all could have each gotten an outfit. We can buy clothes on our own, right?”
Luca herded the members toward the restaurant that was said to be reserved and threw a question at the PD following. They wouldn’t prevent him from spending his own money, right?
“Huh, what? Aren’t Evan and Siwoo holding hands?”
We’re already under the strict surveillance of the PD and writer. Do even teammates have to be like this? Siwoo, who had naturally sat in a place away from Evan with Louis, eventually had to move his seat next to Evan.
And as a compromise, his wrist was tied to Evan’s again. If it’s going to be like this, isn’t it walking around with wrists tied rather than holding hands?
They said they’d provide the basics, and food was set on the table, and Siwoo’s fork began to move. Siwoo’s eyes, eating spaghetti with salad, naturally reached Evan.
Their eyes met as he was eating a slice of pizza held in his left hand.
Ah, he forgot while focusing on filling his stomach. Right now Evan’s right hand and his left hand were tied. It was natural for Evan, who was right-handed, to be uncomfortable.
Since it would be awkward to say now let’s switch and tie the other wrists, Siwoo picked up the glass with cola. And brought it in front of Evan.
“Want to drink cola?”
It was timid Siwoo’s small consideration. Evan, who didn’t answer, smirked and bit the straw Siwoo had been using until just now.
“Will you give me some spaghetti?”
The shuttle that started once didn’t stop easily. Every time Evan spoke, Siwoo moved busily. And he obediently ate the food Siwoo handed him.
* * *
“I don’t like the color.”
Siwoo trudged to the mirror and held the clothes against his body. Dark gray with a plain design, and a cheap price. It was suitable to buy comfortably and wear and put away roughly. But Evan didn’t seem to like the color.
“Why? I think it’s fine?”
“No. Look at something else.”
Just buy anything. Siwoo had to move places together because of Evan walking ahead first. And the clothes he held out were light yellow. Do I look like a yellow chick to you?
“What. It’s yellow.”
“I think it’ll suit you well.”
“Not really.”
“Try it on and then say.”
At Evan’s firm words, Siwoo first received the clothes and put his right arm through. He couldn’t put his left arm in and wear it properly.
“It stands out too much.”
The color was the problem, but the design and fit were good.
“Buy that.”
“You wear it? I’m the one wearing it.”
“It’s pretty.”
“Huh?”
“I said it suits you well.”
Siwoo, who was about to take off the clothes, looked at himself reflected in the mirror at Evan’s words. This flashy color isn’t really good for outerwear. At the words that it suited him well, Siwoo had the illusion of seeing his heart drop to the floor and roll around.
His heart must have really gone crazy. Once it started, the arrhythmia came at all times. It seemed like he should get a detailed examination when he returned to Korea.
Siwoo didn’t know, but even now with their wrists tied, the two’s fingers were intertwined.
* * *
―How should we react to these photos? They’re looking for our baby over there right now.
Several photos were posted in the Coco Moms’ chat room. It wasn’t even competing, and the photos were posted 25 minutes apart. And one of those two was copied from Evan’s SNS.
The person who posted the photo first was Evan.
Two wrists were tied with what was presumed to be something like a handkerchief. And below that, the two hands had their fingers interlocked. A large hand with a well-tanned brown skin tone with prominent veins that had its long sleeves slightly rolled up, and a soft, small hand.
It was a composition parodying the famous photo of taking a picture of the back of a lover walking ahead holding hands. The small person walking ahead wore a light yellow jumper and black skinny jeans.
Her gaze, which had been looking for a while, turned to Evan’s arm again. The dark navy sleeves that were slightly rolled up seemed to be the same as the light yellow jumper in front but in a different color.
Could these possibly be the same clothes but different colors?
Did Coco know Evan was taking this photo? Or didn’t he know?
And the next photo was of Siwoo, who had been walking ahead, turning his head and smiling brightly. The last was a photo of someone whose identity couldn’t be clearly guessed tying the two people’s wrists with a towel.
[Were you surprised? Currently performing a penalty. I support our friendship.]
While having countless thoughts, she was concentrating and scanning the photos. Just then, one photo was also posted on Coco’s SNS.
And the moment she saw that photo, she had a gut feeling that a major accident had occurred.
They were the same hands. If Evan uploaded a photo that seemed like secret filming from behind, Coco was confident. He took a picture of the hands placed on the table. The two hands didn’t interlock fingers. They just placed the two hands tied with cloth.
Siwoo’s first comment, who absolutely never left comments and only posted emoticons, was attached.
[Performing penalty.]
The Coco Moms gave various opinions.
First, tying hands seemed to be literally a penalty. And posting on SNS also seemed to be something they absolutely had to do. Otherwise, there was no way Coco, who absolutely never attached comments with photos that could cause such misunderstandings, would give a kind explanation.
Even if they announced and posted that they were filming, there could be sufficient grounds for problems.
Even though the Coco Moms knew the situation because of the live stream that was accidentally exposed, it was obvious that the other side wouldn’t know anything.
As a fan of both sides, she accessed Ocean’s fan club site with a trembling heart.
Should I start promoting our baby now?
