“Weren’t you going to get the food?”
Having suddenly seen his naked body, Siwoo subtly turned his gaze away and spoke as nonchalantly as possible.
“It was bothersome, so I asked them to bring it.”
Turning his body with his back to Evan, Siwoo sat in the chair in front of the table and rubbed under his nose. It’s definitely not the smell of body products.
This scent that he felt on and off must be Evan’s.
When Siwoo looked at Evan’s face, he seemed as calm as usual. But Siwoo could feel that he was extremely troubled and flustered.
Evan didn’t even dry the water from his hair properly and put on his t-shirt first.
Siwoo flopped face-down on the table. Rather than deliberately looking elsewhere or trying not to look at him, this seemed most natural. The moment the scent he’d been feeling disappeared, the emotion he’d been feeling also vanished in an instant. Something strange was starting to happen again.
He took a deep breath in and out, but the scent he’d smelled just moments ago had completely disappeared.
Where should he go and how should he find out about this? The only person he could honestly ask was Evan. He definitely knew something and had tried to tell him about it.
He didn’t know at first. But very occasionally, he felt it faintly. But he couldn’t be certain.
No scent suddenly appears and disappears like this.
‘My pair.’
He tried writing the word that kept coming to mind all day with his fingertip on the table.
Pair. Evan. Me.
This time, he wrote the word ‘pair’ between Evan and himself.
Although he heard rustling sounds one after another, Siwoo just doodled on the table with his fingertip.
Even when he heard the doorbell ring and the sound of Evan dragging his slippers, he stayed as he was.
“You’re tired, right?”
At the delicious smell, Siwoo slowly straightened his body.
A water droplet fell from the tips of Evan’s hair, who was now properly dressed in a t-shirt. And the droplet left a round mark on the t-shirt.
“A little. We were busy all day in our own way. I’ll do it. You should dry your hair.”
Siwoo got up from his seat and opened the paper bag placed on the table.
“Just stay comfortable.”
“It’s fine.”
As the two moved together, the table was quickly filled with appetizing food.
“Oh, everyone was asking if you and I made up.”
He had to find and piece together the parts he didn’t know, one by one. Since he’d heard the same thing from several people, it kept bothering him.
He wasn’t certain what to believe. He fought with Evan like that? He couldn’t even imagine him stopping mid-sentence and walking out the door. They fought like that and were apart for a week, they said. Did they make up in between? When they met again at the airport, Evan looked exactly like the person he usually knew.
“What is there to fight about?”
Hearing Evan’s indifferent voice, it seemed others were mistaken.
He could just check the messages they’d exchanged during his quiet time alone. How bad their relationship was, whether they made up, things like that.
“Lucifer.”
At Evan’s question, Siwoo answered with what he’d heard. While doing so, he brought his phone and looked for the music playlist. Eating quietly was fine too, but he thought it would be nice to just have some appropriate music.
“I told Jaehyung hyung too, but you should do it. We’ll have to modify the draft a bit, but you’ll do well.”
Siwoo, who chose calm pop music, slightly frowned. Evan, who grabbed Siwoo’s right hand, placed a fork between his fingers. He really thinks that way. When Yechan said it, he listened half-heartedly, but the moment he heard Evan tell him to do ‘Lucifer’, he felt strange.
“You should obviously do that. I know best that there’s no one who can do it as well as you.”
Because I’ve seen it many times, because I was amazed every time I watched it.
After giving him the fork, this time he pushed the steak in front of him, making Siwoo chuckle.
“Work talk can wait. Food first for now.”
“Right. Let’s eat first. Eat.”
Even before moving his fork, Siwoo opened his mouth and ate the piece of meat Evan offered him.
* * *
“Are we the only ones doing a live broadcast?”
Hearing the news that Sangjun was doing a live broadcast, Yechan entered his room and looked around.
“Chan hyung said he’ll come after showering. Anyway, it’ll take time for the food we ordered to arrive. What about you?”
“I showered as soon as I arrived earlier, so I’m fine. Oh. Were you already broadcasting? Hello. We came to England to do the photoshoot that you all voted for. What did you order?”
Confirming that the phone was positioned where the wide table was clearly visible, Yechan waved his hand and sat in an empty seat.
“A whole bunch of things.”
“Who’s going to eat all of it?”
“You.”
“Chan hyung said he was hungry earlier, so tell him to eat a lot.”
“That guy who eats so little? As if he’ll eat a lot.”
Sangjun held the guitar in his arms and lightly warmed up his hands. He had to wait for the food to arrive and also planned to wait for the number of viewers to increase.
“Everyone knows, but Chan hyung doesn’t eat enough. When he comes later, please tell Chan hyung to eat a lot. He says even eating is bothersome.”
Yechan sat next to Sangjun, skimmed through the room service menu on the table once, then spoke so the live broadcast wouldn’t be empty.
Yechan, who had been humming along to Sangjun’s guitar playing, looked at the rapidly rising chat window and asked Sangjun.
“Did you tell Evan hyung and Siwoo hyung that you’re doing a live broadcast?”
“They said they’re eating.”
“Together? Evan hyung went to England first a week ago, so he wasn’t at the last live broadcast either. Then I’ll go to Evan hyung’s room. It’s good to do a live broadcast all together, right? Evan hyung doesn’t know about the live broadcast, so let’s go secretly.”
Yechan picked up his fixed phone, got up from his seat, and went out to the hallway. Since the staff were also staying at the same hotel and they rented an entire floor with no outsiders coming in, he could move around comfortably.
When Jaehyung first told them their respective rooms, he’d heard the numbers, so there was no difficulty in finding them.
“As you all know, Evan hyung thoroughly rests when he enters the hotel. He’ll definitely refuse if I ask him to do a live broadcast together, but I’ll still try asking. He’ll probably show his face though.”
Yechan adjusted his grip on the phone so his face and the door were clearly visible, then stopped in front of Evan’s room and knocked.
“Hyung! Hyung! Quickly! Evan hyung!”
He playfully pressed the doorbell rapidly several times. While doing so, he put one finger near his lips toward the live broadcast and made a ‘shh’ sound, meaning to be quiet.
“Why.”
As expected, Yechan covered his mouth with one hand at the blunt single word he heard and swallowed his snickering sounds.
“Please open the door.”
“No.”
Can he refuse this quickly? The moment he asked, he heard the word of refusal. His voice could be heard faintly from far away, as if he hadn’t come to the door yet.
“I have something to say.”
“You can say it tomorrow.”
Their conversation was being broadcast live as is. Comments saying ‘as expected, Evan’ were pouring in, and there were also comments saying if that’s the case, go to Siwoo’s room since he does live broadcasts well.
“Is that Yechan? Open the door.”
Confusion appeared on Yechan’s face, who had been about to turn around knowing from the start that Evan wouldn’t open the door. Yechan’s surprised face, about to say ‘Then, I’ll go to Siwoo hyung,’ went out as is, and the chat window suddenly started going wild.
Before he could even figure out what to say, the door opened.
Having just gotten out of the shower, Siwoo, with his hair still damp and his cheeks still flushed red, blinked and looked up at Yechan.
“Why did you open the door?”
While Evan’s voice still seemed to come from far away, he came into view standing by the table.
At first, he looked at Yechan’s face, but soon Siwoo’s face, seeing the phone in his hand, turned pale. I really hate this kind of misunderstanding—the same situation, the same thing once was enough.
“Siwoo hyung. You were here.”
Was it everyone’s imagination that Yechan’s voice trembled a little? Seeing Evan coming around the table along with the sound of dragging slippers, Yechan’s pupils shook.
“Evan hyung! Live. Live broadcast.”
Although Siwoo’s face, his round eyes even rounder, was currently showing on the live broadcast screen, Yechan hurriedly spoke toward Evan who was coming toward him. If he didn’t tell him in advance, who knew what he might say.
“If you were going to do a live broadcast, you should have said so earlier. Nimo~ Hello.”
Evan, who came closer, lightly grabbed Siwoo’s shoulder and playfully winked while calling out ‘Nimo,’ the fan club name, toward the screen Yechan was holding. Although Yechan had interrupted just when he was about to properly eat with Siwoo, he wasn’t so clueless about broadcasting as to show discomfort in a situation where a live broadcast was happening.
“Sangjun hyung suddenly started it. When the room service arrives, let’s eat and talk comfortably about whatever, Chan hyung said he’ll come after showering too. Anyway, both of you should come do the live broadcast.”
Yechan quickly stated his purpose for coming here.
“Hello. Ah. If I’d known you were doing a live broadcast, I would have gotten ready prettier. I just got out of the shower…”
Seeing himself going out on the live broadcast, Siwoo quickly covered both cheeks with his hands. Although he was surprised by the sudden live broadcast, he couldn’t show a flustered appearance.
“Wait, what’s this smell? What were you eating? Did the room service already come?”
Since Siwoo tapped Evan’s forearm and pushed him inside to make space, Yechan followed inside and his eyes widened seeing the food piled all over the table. The room service they ordered right after filming hadn’t arrived yet, but it already came here and they’re eating?
But he soon changed his expression. It didn’t seem to be room service but food from outside.
“It’s not room service. He said he ordered from a decent restaurant nearby. Looks delicious, right?”
Siwoo made space for Yechan and, conscious of the live broadcast, quickly answered Yechan’s words. Then he quickly looked around. There shouldn’t be anything that would look strange, right? It was just Evan’s room, and the table was full of food.
After confirming there was nothing problematic, Siwoo sat next to Yechan.
