After the live broadcast that ended with Siwoo’s tremendous revelation, what Evan and Siwoo chose was, as expected, silence.
Following Evan’s public proposal and Siwoo’s mention of imprinting, love calls and behind-the-scenes stories about the two grew rampant, but they didn’t feel the need to explain.
Not wanting their story to spread as gossip, Evan and Siwoo refused all broadcasts and interviews.
“Do you really have to do that?”
“What’s the big deal? It’s not like reporters will be there.”
“So you absolutely must show the fans that side of you?”
Chan stood with his hands on his hips, staring intently at the two people in front of him.
Siwoo, who had at least shown caution from the beginning, slap-slapped the back of Evan’s hands that were wrapped around his waist with both hands, but Evan, who had an iron plate for a face, just shrugged his shoulders.
This is the waiting room. Even if there are only staff members who have been with us for a long time.
Are you only satisfied when you sit Siwoo firmly on your lap and hold him tight so he can’t go anywhere?
“We’re just sitting next to each other.”
They were only sitting next to each other. But considering Evan’s impulsive actions and Siwoo, who occasionally made bombshell statements as if he had no filter whatsoever, that wasn’t the right choice.
“Just leave them be. If we separate them, the fans might spend the whole time just looking at Evan’s profile. He ignores the cameras and the audience and only looks at Siwoo.”
Sangjun watched the squabble between Chan and Evan and eventually chimed in.
“Siwoo, come here.”
Called by Hyunsuk, Siwoo finally escaped from Evan’s embrace and quickly went to her side. He picked out butterfly-shaped earrings first from a box full of flashy accessories.
“Going with butterflies? Then we can mix the bracelet with this line. Three rings here. This is sponsored so you absolutely have to wear it.”
Siwoo, who wore accessories dangling all over according to his taste today as well, stood in front of the mirror and checked his appearance.
It was a fan meeting after a long time. The Nemos would probably ask many questions about his relationship with Evan, but this kind of setting was much more comfortable than talking about their relationship as if being interrogated in front of reporters.
“Ah… Siwoo, don’t you have a different top?”
Hyunsuk, who had been handing Siwoo accessories and then passing some to Evan to wear, burst out laughing at that voice full of complaints.
“Why? Don’t like it now? You’re the one who confirmed it.”
She handed him small round ring earrings, checked the luxury watch Evan had already put on, and passed him four rings. One of them was the same as what she’d given Siwoo moments ago.
“That’s a problem. Really.”
Even while distributing the rings Hyunsuk handed him between both hands, Evan’s gaze kept reaching toward Siwoo. Spring, with its gentle warm breeze blowing. This mini-album’s main track was fresh and light. Thanks to that, their outfits were in pastel tones, composed of what was called the boyfriend look.
Siwoo wore jeans that reflected his taste to the fullest, torn here and there to subtly reveal the bare skin of his knees and thighs in various places, red high-top Converse, and an oversized light pink crop tee.
It was fine when his arms were down, but the moment Siwoo raised both hands, his slender waistline was revealed to all the world.
“Noona, please fix this for me.”
As if bothered by some hair sticking out, Siwoo pointed at the hair with both hands and went to the stylist, and a sigh finally flowed from Evan’s mouth at the sight.
“Ready? Let’s go up.”
“So pretty and all. If you control him like that, Siwoo will hate you.”
At Daehwan’s words to go to the stage, Sangjun passed by Evan’s side, tapped his shoulder, and just had to add a comment.
Since their public-not-public romance began, Evan didn’t hide his feelings and expressions no matter who was around or what the situation was. At first, Siwoo seemed to try to stop him, but now he had clearly given up too.
“Ah… Hyung~ That’s not fair.”
At Yechan’s whining voice heard from the side, Sangjun put his hand to his forehead and let out a deep sigh that welled up from within.
“Not what? Where does a kid get off!”
“Wow, speaking out of both sides of your mouth? You said before that being young was good.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“If I shut my mouth, you’ll allow it, right?”
Sangjun cursed himself for understanding the entire conversation between Chan, who was walking ahead, and Yechan, who was trailing after him like a puppy.
“Be quiet.”
“I’ll be quiet if you allow it.”
It’s spring, spring. Flower fields everywhere indeed.
Only I’m lonely.
Hearing the fans’ cheers as he stepped onto the fan meeting stage, Siwoo bit the tip of his tongue slightly in embarrassment and smiled small. Standing in his spot, he exchanged eye greetings with the Nemos who were shouting Ocean’s cheer and welcoming them warmly, then when he was about to sit down, Siwoo turned around at a strange feeling.
Can’t live like this, really.
Chan hyung’s concern that they shouldn’t be side by side was already becoming reality.
Just sit. You just need to sit. At Evan’s small chin gesture after pulling out the chair, Siwoo shook his head as he sat down, and Evan sat in the seat next to him only after confirming Siwoo was properly seated. Receiving even louder cheers than during their entrance, Siwoo couldn’t easily raise his head.
“Nemos~ I’m here too. It’s not just Evan and Siwoo here, you know?”
At Sangjun’s playful words, everyone burst into laughter, and in the cheerful atmosphere, the curtain on the fan meeting rose.
Siwoo, who sat at the very end of the table, began signing the albums the staff brought him. In any case, it would take some time until the fans came in front of him, so it seemed he didn’t need to rush too much.
Evan was also signing next to him.
“Siwoo!”
“Coco-ya!”
“Coco!”
When the fans waiting for their turn called out to him, Siwoo raised his head slightly and looked at the audience seats.
“Wait a moment. Only I can call him Coco, so why are all of you calling him that?”
At Evan’s words, laughter filled the fan meeting venue.
“Why are you laughing? I’m serious.”
“Don’t pay attention to what Evanie says.”
In the end, Siwoo picked up the microphone in front of him, glared at Evan, and threw out a comment.
“Then what does Siwoo call Evan?”
Perhaps because it was a fan meeting setting, or maybe the consideration of those who came here ran deep, but roundabout questions poured in rather than awkward or explicit ones.
“I call Evanie Evanie, what else would I call him?”
When he pushed the fully signed album slightly to the side, the staff took it, and with nothing to do, Siwoo put his arm on the table, rested his chin on it, and tapped his cheek with his fingertips while smiling with his eyes.
“Evan-ah! Since when was it?”
As if they thought there wouldn’t be much gain from talking to Siwoo, the target of the questions changed to Evan.
“From the beginning.”
“Whoa…”
At Evan’s answer that came simultaneously with the question, a very brief silence filled the space before turning into murmuring. While listening to Evan and the fans exchange conversations that barely didn’t cross the line, Siwoo was drinking water when he saw the placards two people quietly pulled out and quickly ducked his head.
[So the wedding is in England, right?]
[Noona made a 10-year passport!]
Cough. Cough.
Choking on his drink, Siwoo cleaned up the water he’d spilled in front with tissues the staff brought while continuing to cough.
Even though they weren’t sitting side by side and the fans’ seats were quite far away, laughter could be heard from beside him as Evan also apparently saw those strangely connected phrases.
“Surprised?”
Watching him ask in a voice tinged with laughter while stroking the back of the continuously coughing Siwoo, it seemed today’s fan meeting wouldn’t be easy.
“I hadn’t even thought about that, should we do it in England?”
“Be quiet.”
The fans’ outcry demanding they tell everyone instead of just talking between themselves poured down, but since a fan sat down in front of the shrugging Evan, their conversation didn’t continue long.
“Thank you.”
Siwoo placed the flower crown the fan handed him on top of his head, smiled brightly, raised his hand to make a V, gave them a few seconds to take photos, then carefully read the Post-it note in front of him.
[Q. What are Evan’s sleeping habits?
-Sleeps straight and stiff like a stone.
-Thrashes around in all directions.
-Sleeps face down.
-Snores or grinds teeth.
-Sleeps while holding tight.
-Other ( )]
Siwoo, who had been lost in thought for a moment, boldly moved his pen. The person right in front was a fan Siwoo knew quite well. Someone who had steadily loved them since their first album and left many pretty photos.
[I sleep on top of Evanie.]
The fan who read Siwoo’s comment written in the number 6 “Other” section looked up with pupils shaking like an earthquake, and when their eyes met, Siwoo smiled and winked.
[Q. Where was the first kiss?]
Sometimes when sitting and talking, they asked ordinary questions, but the Post-it notes they quietly handed over were full of spice. Reading the Post-it note’s question again, Siwoo stole a glance at Evan sitting next to him.
He had a flower crown on his head, but on Evan’s head was one cute sprout pin.
[Is the standard for first kiss a peck? Or a definite kiss?]
“Peck… no, kiss?”
At the sound coming from the fan who was watching what Siwoo wrote, when Siwoo’s eyes met with the dumbfounded fan, he just moved his mouth without making a sound.
‘In the car’
The fans who came here with hearts full of excitement to meet Ocean, meeting the members one by one, shaking hands, having brief conversations, exchanging the gifts they’d prepared and connecting, were all going down from the stage with dazed faces after passing through Siwoo at the end.
“Evan-ah! What did you say to Siwoo at the last concert?”
When a brief moment opened up while the fans were moving, Evan smiled at the question shouted and delivered to him and grabbed the microphone. Siwoo, who had been communicating with a fan while linking fingers, turned his head to look at him, and everyone’s gazes focused on him.
“I love you.”
Evan smiled softly and said it while looking at Siwoo in a low voice.
“I love you too.”
Thinking he’d be pushed back if he showed a half-hearted appearance here, Siwoo quickly grabbed the microphone and returned the same answer without losing.
“Coco, Would you marry me if I asked?”
At Evan’s words delivered in a deep voice while raising one eyebrow, Siwoo ducked his head.
“You bastard! Stop it!!!!! How long are you going to do that? I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!!!!!!!”
Then he immediately raised his head and shouted out a very clear answer.
“Right. Siwoo, you spoke well. You guys! Is this a fan meeting venue or your dating venue? Didn’t I say we should’ve separated those guys a long time ago?”
In the end, along with Chan, who had been enduring patiently even during the communication with fans and small commotion until now, standing up from his seat and shouting, the fan meeting officially fell into a swamp of total chaos.
