At this moment, Hayun felt a very strange sensation. Yeonjae caring more about something other than the food while eating?
That wasn’t the end of it. Yeonjae, who had been rolling his lips as if contemplating something, reached his hand toward Kwon Isoo as if about to say something.
Right then, an inexplicable anxiety surged within Hayun.
As if something terrible was about to happen, a momentary impulse pushed Hayun like a giant wave. This was strange. He had never felt this kind of emotion toward any of Yeonjae’s friends before… why only with Kwon Isoo?
There was no time to figure out the source of this peculiar sense of crisis. Hayun quickly opened his mouth before it was too late.
“Yeon, Yeonjae.”
“……Yes?”
At his hyung’s call, Yeonjae stopped his movement and turned his gaze this way. Hayun, who had been blankly staring at Yeonjae’s hand that had almost reached Kwon Isoo, soon shifted his gaze as if he didn’t know.
Then he spoke with a smile as if drawn on.
“Is the grilled salmon good? Should I give you more?”
“No. It’s okay, so hyung, you eat it.”
“Mm… okay.”
Soon, Do Yeonjae’s hand completely withdrew from Kwon Isoo. Hayun bowed his head and chewed the grilled salmon with a strange expression. It was a very odd feeling. An inexplicable sense of relief passed through him, yet one side of his chest still rang hollowly with a sharp ache…
Just as he tried to continue eating while clenching his tingling fingers, the sound of a chair being roughly pulled back came.
“Bathroom.”
Kwon Isoo, who had let out a low voice, rubbed his stiff neck and strode out of the room. Do Yeonjae, who had been watching that bland profile, seemed to think of something and hurriedly got up from his seat.
“Hyung, I’ll just be a moment too. I’ll be right back.”
Then he followed Kwon Isoo out.
“Yeonjae……”
Hayun quietly clenched the hand that had unknowingly stretched toward Do Yeonjae. He stared at Do Yeonjae’s empty seat with a blank face for a moment, then slowly raised both hands to cover his face. Ah… what should I do.
I acted childishly.
**\* \* \***
At the mention of briefly going to the bathroom, the filming directors didn’t follow.
Do Yeonjae, who had come out of the room, looked around. He could see the bathroom sign at the end of the corridor. Taking a breath, Do Yeonjae quietly moved his steps while removing the pin microphone attached to his clothes. The smile he had shown Hayun tenderly had already disappeared.
“……”
A low sigh leaked from his firmly hardened lips.
He absolutely couldn’t understand Kwon Isoo’s attitude today.
Of course, he knew. That he was originally someone who acted however he wanted. That his moods fluctuated between good and bad, that he was so fickle he could glare at him fiercely with hatred and then suddenly offer to give him driving lessons.
But he should only vent his anger at him.
It was okay if he picked fights with him. He could endure it as much as needed. However, he couldn’t tolerate him doing that to his member hyung as well.
Hayun hyung had made this arrangement for his sake. Though he was trying hard not to show it because they were in front of cameras, he could tell that his introverted hyung was putting in maximum effort.
Yet despite knowing that, his attitude was consistently indifferent throughout. How could he act so rudely to a direct senior he was meeting almost for the first time? Ruining the atmosphere all by himself, and then why wasn’t he eating the food?
Incomprehensible behaviors piled up all day long, and Do Yeonjae was a little angry.
Yes, contrary to Hayun’s misconception that he seemed worried about Kwon Isoo not eating, Do Yeonjae was currently quite angry. Angry enough to deliberately not fill Kwon Isoo’s empty cup with carbonated water.
Therefore, he tried to take advantage of the gap when there were no cameras to ask him what the problem was. He also tried to tell him not to act that way toward Hayun hyung.
But the person in question wasn’t in the bathroom.
…He said he was going to the bathroom, but did he go outside altogether? Do Yeonjae, who had come back out of the bathroom, wandered in the middle of the corridor, having lost his destination.
Then, just as he was inevitably about to move his steps, his body was suddenly pulled somewhere.
“……Huh?”
He heard the sound of a door closing with a thud. Do Yeonjae, whose shoulders had stiffened in surprise for a moment, heard a familiar voice settle in his ears.
“You’re not even a puppy, why are you following me around?”
Do Yeonjae turned his head. The place he was forcibly brought into was the room right next to the one they had been eating in until just now. And… Kwon Isoo was at a very close distance. He, who had been gnawing on an unlit cigarette, thrust his face close and spat out.
“You should be eating your meal intimately instead.”
The lips holding the white cigarette twisted mischievously.
I thought he quit smoking recently because there was no smell, but as expected, he hadn’t. Do Yeonjae slightly frowned and stepped back one or two steps. Kwon Isoo’s expression watching that scene sank dully.
“The cigarette isn’t even lit and you’re distancing yourself, for fuck’s sake.”
It was just because he was too close, but Kwon Isoo seemed to have misunderstood it as something else. However, right now he wasn’t in a kind enough state to correct the misunderstanding. He asked dryly toward Kwon Isoo, who was roughly shoving his hands into his pockets and delinquently sitting on the table.
“Is that more delicious than the course meal?”
“It’s not delicious, it’s a habit.”
Kwon Isoo, who had been gnawing on the cigarette as if showing off, leaned his waist and stared intently into Yeonjae’s eyes.
“You didn’t follow me to have a secret talk. Do Yeonjae, are you pissed?”
Kwon Isoo’s lips curled up languidly. His hardened face seemed to have stimulated his interest. Seeing his carefree face as if talking about someone else’s business made anger surge again. Haa… Do Yeonjae tried to stay calm for now. No matter how angry he was, he knew very well that raising his voice here wasn’t a very good choice.
“What is it that you don’t like?”
“What don’t I like?”
“Did you hate hyung joining us? Then you should have refused.”
Kwon Isoo let out a short laugh. If he were to list what he didn’t like, there would be no end, and more than half of them were twisted emotions even he couldn’t explain. So there was no need to enumerate them.
“Just……”
As he half-lowered his eyelids, his dense eyelashes cast shadows. Kwon Isoo, who had been dragging out his words as if pondering, answered slowly.
“I’m in a pretty bad mood today.”
So you should understand, Kwon Isoo muttered with a languid face. Do Yeonjae suddenly thought that heavy face was unlike his usual self.
Like ashes with the fire completely extinguished, an empty emotion unexpectedly stabbed inside. At the throbbing sensation somewhere, Do Yeonjae frowned around his eyes unfamiliarly.
“…No matter what mood you’re in, keep your manners. Don’t talk to Yoon hyung like that. I don’t even expect you to be friendly.”
“Well said, Do Yeonjae. You asked to eat together without knowing anything about my character?”
“I didn’t know you’d be like that even to hyung. If you’re going to get angry, get angry at me. What did Yoon hyung do wrong—”
“Fuck, that damn Yoon hyung, Yoon hyung.”
Kwon Isoo, who cut off his words, spat out the cigarette he’d been holding as if disgusted. Then he let out a fierce hollow laugh.
“So, is that what you came to say? To beg on behalf of your Yoon hyung?”
Following the ass of someone you dislike for your hyung’s sake, so tearfully affectionate… Kwon Isoo, who had been smiling sharply, suddenly raised the corner of his lips bitterly.
“But I guess it’s okay. Even if it all gets picked up by the mic.”
Ah, Do Yeonjae flinched. He had momentarily forgotten about Kwon Isoo’s microphone in his anger. Irritated by the fact that he had forgotten something important, Do Yeonjae immediately reached out to remove his microphone. Until his wrist was caught by a rough hand.
He reflexively tried to pull his hand away, but the grip strength was excessive. He belatedly reached out with his other hand, but that too was caught. …Ha. Do Yeonjae, who had narrowed his brows and let out an annoyed breath, spoke in a calm voice.
“What are you doing, Kwon Isoo. Let go.”
“Don’t want to.”
Kwon Isoo curved his eyes brightly.
“Right now, no matter what you say, I don’t think I can listen nicely.”
Then he arbitrarily pulled Do Yeonjae’s hands along. The destination was around his abdomen area. Kwon Isoo used Do Yeonjae’s hands that he had gripped to sweep down his upper stomach. At the sensation of his split abs vividly touching, Do Yeonjae’s fingertips stiffened with a twitch.
“What are you…!”
When he unknowingly shouted loudly, Kwon Isoo made a shh sound. He even lightly tilted his head as if reminding him not to forget the microphone.
The coldly cooled gaze within his playfully curved eyes approached vividly. Only then did Do Yeonjae realize that Kwon Isoo was thoroughly pissed. Perhaps much more than himself.
“Ha……”
So this is spite.
It was absurd. What did he do well to make him angry? Even in the midst of this, the sensation touching his hand through the thin t-shirt felt very strange. Was it because it was his first time touching someone else’s abs without his own will? It felt like an inexplicably hot sensation was being transmitted through the fabric.
This crazy bastard… Do Yeonjae, who had been frowning, was suddenly captivated by Kwon Isoo’s slightly lowered eyes.
Perhaps because his cold eyes were covered, he looked like a very different expression from just before. For instance, his eyes reddening little by little the more his hand moved… or his mouth opening as if sighing. Even though Do Yeonjae’s will wasn’t included at all in the action of rubbing the firm muscles, it was like that.
Each time his hand swept over the skin, he could nakedly feel the muscles tightening. Because the touching sensation was unfamiliar, his fingers kept curling. It was Kwon Isoo being touched, but he didn’t know why his own solar plexus felt ticklish.
He had never once thought in his life that a situation would come where his hand would suddenly be grabbed and he’d be forced to touch someone else’s body. Flustered, Do Yeonjae remained frozen for a moment, yielding his hand.
At that moment, the hand that had been hovering over the upper abdomen dangerously extended downward. That is, toward Kwon Isoo’s lower half. Do Yeonjae unknowingly held his breath.
