Yechan, who had been trying to wake Siwoo up even a little until Evan arrived, gave up on everything and crunched on ice. Siwoo, who had dozed off briefly and woken up, was invincible. That said, you couldn’t really describe his drunk behavior as particularly rough. He just seemed trapped in his own world.
“Siwoo hyung. Are you okay? Want to drink some ice water?”
“Nobody knows.”
Since he only answered but didn’t take any action, Yechan pressed a glass of ice water into his hand.
“I know everything. So even now, can’t you give me your address or your manager’s contact?”
“I want to eat plums. Is that Yechan? Yeah. It’s Yechan. Nobody knows. Even when I say it, nobody listens. I guess they can’t hear.”
Siwoo, who had been flushed when the alcohol first hit but had returned to his usual pale skin, just blinked his eyes and endlessly rambled incomprehensible words.
“What’s with the plums again? Hyung, talk to me. I’ll listen to everything, so can we drink some ice water and get it together?”
“Evan knows too, and you know too, and I know everything, but you guys don’t know me.”
He’d been fine until now, why is he trying to cry at this timing? As sniffling sounds suddenly emerged and Siwoo’s eyes grew moist, Yechan felt like he was literally going crazy.
“Hyung, really please save me. When Evan hyung comes, he might kill me. Stop, and I know everything. I know everything so please don’t cry. Okay?”
Clearly Yechan had been somewhat drunk too, but after receiving contact that Evan was coming, his buzz completely vanished.
“What do you know?”
At the question asked with suddenly widened eyes and a serious expression, Yechan scratched his head.
“I’ll know now. Hyung knows me, and I know hyung!”
The tears that seemed to have stopped for a moment flowed down his cheeks again in streams.
“Nobody knows. Nobody knows the feeling of opening your eyes and being in a semi-basement.”
Siwoo collapsed back onto the sofa with a flop. Yechan let out a sigh of relief as Siwoo’s flickering eyes closed. At least when Evan arrived, he wouldn’t have to see Siwoo crying.
“……”
Evan’s steps slowed as he came up to the rooftop where a refreshing, perhaps slightly cold breeze gently blew. Even without anyone telling him, he knew where Siwoo was.
When he pushed aside the fabric swaying in the wind and entered, he saw Siwoo curled up and sleeping on the sofa. After watching him briefly, Evan picked up Yechan’s outer garment covering his body and handed it to him.
“He didn’t drink that much, but Siwoo hyung won’t tell me his home address or manager’s contact.”
“Got it.”
Standing up from his seat while receiving the clothes he handed over, Yechan scratched his head at the sight of Evan not even looking at him but keeping his gaze fixed on Siwoo.
“I’ll get going.”
“Okay. See you next time.”
At Evan’s touch patting his shoulder, Yechan also patted his shoulder. What words were necessary? Since they were always bickering and joking around, there was no need for many words.
Evan took off his jacket, covered Siwoo’s body with it, and sat across from him. Watching Siwoo sleeping so comfortably brought a hollow laugh. For a whole week he couldn’t be reached and made him worry so much. He should wake him in case he was cold and take him home, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away from his sleeping form.
From the hair lightly swaying in the wind to the pretty crescent-shaped eyebrows, tightly closed eyes, nose, and lips—Evan’s gaze settled on every part of Siwoo.
When Siwoo, who had seemed like he would keep sleeping, staggered up, Evan leaned back a little in case he’d be startled seeing him suddenly appear.
As if opening his eyes was difficult, the eyes that had briefly opened closed again. And his eyes, slowly blinking, turned toward Evan. After looking at him for a while with eyes loosened and soaked in intoxication, Siwoo smiled gently.
“Wow. This is interesting.”
Barely managing to steady his swaying body and sit up, Siwoo smacked his lips and clapped very slowly while smiling.
“Suddenly Yechan got handsome. Wow, I must be drunk.”
“You seem to know you’re drunk. Mr. Kim Siwoo.”
At Siwoo’s hand gestures waving through the air, whether searching for water or alcohol, Evan cleared away the alcohol glass and pressed a water cup into his hand.
“Let’s eat plums!”
At the sudden search for plums, Evan’s gaze naturally went to the table.
“You want to eat something just like you, right?”
There was fruit visible, but no plums. Well, even when ordering fruit as drinking snacks, plums rarely come out. Since nothing was known about Siwoo’s drinking habits, Evan answered while taking out his cell phone. Where could he buy plums now?
“Yechan-ah.”
“Why.”
“I wish someone would recognize me. I wish they’d understand what I’m saying. But why did you suddenly get so handsome?”
Whether Siwoo called him something or thought he was someone, that wasn’t important. Evan, who had been focused on finding a place selling plums, froze at the small hand suddenly grabbing his cheek.
“This is strange. Yechan looks like Evanie.”
“Who would you like it to be?”
When did he come to the seat next to me?
Unable to avoid Siwoo’s touch handling his face as he pleased, Evan asked the question while hoping for a certain answer.
“You’re going to confess, right?”
“What?”
What on earth did the two of them talk about! At his words with no beginning or end, Evan grabbed the wrist still fiddling with his cheek. Then Siwoo, who had slightly pulled his wrist away, instead clasped both of Evan’s hands.
“Make sure to confess.”
Siwoo, widening his loosened eyes, barely held the large hands and shook them vigorously while ordering him to confess.
“I love you.”
Like a word entered into a machine, a single word flowed from Evan’s mouth without any hesitation.
“Ugh. You fool, you idiot.”
Though he’d widened his eyes very briefly, soon his endlessly heavy eyelids dropped shut. Evan, who had wrapped his arm around Siwoo’s shoulder as it gently tilted to the side and pulled him into his embrace, let out a long sigh.
Who’s the idiot and who’s the fool?
“I thought about it a lot, but ha— why do you have a nice body too?”
Didn’t he just fall asleep? He could hear the sound of soft breathing with his head against his shoulder. He definitely had, but what are you trying to do now?
At first, when the small hand pushed against his chest, he thought Siwoo was trying to get up. So he released the strength from the arm around his shoulder and stayed still as he wanted. But then the small hand wriggled and started feeling Evan’s chest.
“Why am I not an alpha?”
At the action of placing one hand on Evan’s chest and patting his own chest with the other hand, Evan couldn’t move at all. He couldn’t do anything about his ears turning bright red, nor could he control his heart that suddenly started beating like crazy.
There wasn’t a place Siwoo’s hand didn’t touch, from his chest muscles to his shoulders and arms. Was this something to do with such a serious expression while occasionally sighing? Not somewhere else but on a rooftop where people come and go?
What Evan could do now was just stay still.
He had no idea how to deal with drunk Siwoo, and he wasn’t sure if all these actions were drunken antics.
Siwoo’s hand, sitting upright beside Evan, suddenly grabbed the neckline of Evan’s hoodie and yanked it. The oversized hood was pulled along by Siwoo’s touch all at once, revealing Evan’s collarbone and shoulder on one side.
“I can’t see it.”
As if dissatisfied with pulling it to the side, this time he grabbed the neckline with both hands and pulled it forward. Then that small head came forward and gloriously collided with Evan’s nose.
“Ah…”
Unlike Evan, who covered his nose with one hand at the sudden pain, Siwoo was busy looking inside the stretched-out neckline.
“Take it off.”
Siwoo’s face looking at him with pupils loosened by intoxication was too close. And the words he just chose contained too many meanings.
“Coco.”
Evan sighed deeply and placed his hand over Siwoo’s, who was still grabbing his collar and shaking it vigorously. And he tried to carefully remove that hand, but he was gripping so hard that it wasn’t easy to make him let go.
“You need to let this go.”
“Take it off.”
“Coco. Listen to me. If you keep not listening, I’m going to kiss you.”
What am I doing with a drunk kid—when coaxing and cajoling in various ways didn’t work, Evan just said whatever came out of his mouth in a helpless mood. It would be a lie to say that face, those lips hovering right in front of his eyes didn’t catch his attention.
Wafting a sweet alcohol smell while even grinning was driving him crazy. Moreover, what about the conversation they were having this bickering over?
“If I kiss you, will you take it off?”
“I’m going crazy. Kim Siwoo. Let go before I devour you.”
“I’m not food.”
“You’re not drunk right now, are you?”
Though the answers to the languid voice and questions came a beat late, since Siwoo was responding with his own logic, Evan gave up on everything and looked up at the sky.
Grabbing his collar, shaking it, pulling it—he didn’t know what he was trying to do by trying to undress him, but right now in front of him, Siwoo was seriously absorbed in his own world.
“Why are you telling me to take it off?”
“So I can look.”
“Ha. Really how can I beat you? Instead of that, Coco, let’s go eat plums.”
The struggle between Evan saying to let go and Siwoo saying to take it off could be dramatically compromised with plums. At the same time as the word plums, the strength that had been gripping tightly drained away smoothly.
Since he didn’t know what action Siwoo might take next, Evan hurried. Just in case, he put the cap he’d brought on him and properly dressed him in his jacket.
“This isn’t the right thing to do either.”
Evan, who had tidied up the stretched or tattered hood and put on a mask, looked at Siwoo who had collapsed to the side and fallen asleep in that short time and chuckled.
“Let’s go home first. Got it?”
Though he wanted to comfortably carry him out in his arms, Evan stood Siwoo up. There was no need to deliberately attract people’s attention.
“Huh? Yechan got handsome.”
“Thanks for saying I’m more handsome than Yechan.”
Every time Siwoo fell asleep and woke up, he repeated the same words. When getting off the elevator while supporting him tucked against one side, when getting into the passenger seat of Evan’s car too.
Even when he woke him up after arriving at Siwoo’s apartment underground parking lot, Siwoo thought Evan was Yechan.
