And that was because he said what does it matter whether he smokes or not. Saying what am I to you…
It was a bit awkward to bring up that cold conversation in front of Moon Sunwoo, so he scratched his brow. Receiving Kwon Isoo’s glare with his face completely scrunched up, he briefly pondered. Why that expression again?
But well, it’s not like it’s been just a day or two…
Kwon Isoo, who had been silent for a while with a disgruntled expression, blurted out.
“I quit too, cigarettes.”
“…You? Yesterday at the restaurant too,”
“Didn’t you see I didn’t light it?”
Before the words could even finish, they were cut off. Kwon Isoo, who had snapped asking if his eyes were crooked, defiantly shoved his hands into his pockets.
And arrogantly lifting his chin, he boldly demanded.
“So do it with me too.”
“Do what?”
“That. A promise.”
A promise.
“……?”
A promise… so what does he want to do?
Certainly, Kwon Isoo hasn’t smelled like cigarettes lately. The statement that he quit doesn’t seem to be a lie… But what promise?
A no-smoking promise?
How do you even do that? Tilting his head, he raised his arm and grabbed Kwon Isoo’s hand.
As their skin touched, he firmly straightened the flinching hand and hooked his pinky finger. It even seemed to give him slight goosebumps. He thought he’d graduated from such childish things after elementary school…
Looking awkwardly at the ambiguously connected hands, he raised his gaze and asked calmly.
“…Is this good?”
“……”
Kwon Isoo, who had been gruffly looking down at the weakly hooked pinky finger, suddenly pulled his hand sharply. Do Yeonjae’s pupils widened at the face that drew close. Kwon Isoo’s characteristic body scent covered his sense of smell.
Kwon Isoo, scanning Do Yeonjae who had come right in front of him, commanded in a gentle voice.
“From now on, you check every day.”
He thought whether a full-grown adult quitting cigarettes needed to be checked on daily, but since he had to film the program with Kwon Isoo for the time being anyway, it didn’t seem like it would be bad, so he nodded.
As soon as the intertwined fingers came apart, his wrist was naturally grabbed. Kwon Isoo silently turned his back and moved his steps leisurely. Lunch time was ending soon too, so they had been out too long.
But why is he grabbing my wrist to go to the waiting room…
He’d never had his wrist grabbed by anyone before so he didn’t know, but actually being dragged along, he seemed to need less strength in his steps so it was surprisingly comfortable. For Do Yeonjae who sometimes found even walking bothersome, it wasn’t a bad option.
While obediently having his wrist held and going to the waiting room, Moon Sunwoo chattered asking Kwon Isoo this and that.
“Hyung. What are you going to do in the afternoon? Hyung has time between finishing filming and the interview.”
“I’m tired. I’m going to sleep like crazy.”
“Why are you tired?”
“There’s one annoying bastard…”
“Who’s that?”
“……”
Just as the annoyance that had been fleetingly crossing Kwon Isoo’s face as he answered was about to surface, Moon Sunwoo turned his head at perfect timing and spoke to Do Yeonjae.
“Are you tired too, hyung?”
“…No, I’m fine.”
Do Yeonjae answered kindly while inwardly admiring. Hedgehog… you’re pretty perceptive, aren’t you? There won’t be big worries going forward.
When they returned to the waiting room, Choi Taeon came running over quickly.
“Oh, sunbae-nim! Where did you go? Isoo hyung was desperately looking for you.”
“Desperately?”
“Yes. It was seriously crazy. He was furiously angry asking if you’d fainted in some corner… Even when I said there’s no way sunbae-nim wouldn’t be noticed even if you fainted, he kept—”
“Choi Taeon. Shut up.”
Kwon Isoo, who sharply silenced him coldly, passed right by Choi Taeon and went to the sofa.
He sat Do Yeonjae, who he’d dragged along by the wrist, on the sofa and laid down with his head resting on his thighs… Do Yeonjae was so absurd he slowly blinked his eyelids.
“What are you doing?”
“What kind of manager makes an idol search around for them? It’s punishment. Don’t move from here until the interview later.”
“…Then the other members’ filming—”
“Why would you watch the other guys’ filming? You said you’re my manager.”
Earlier during Choi Taeon’s individual shoot too, he’d been unreasonable asking him to take pictures of himself to post on SNS, and it seemed Kwon Isoo had no intention of letting him watch other members from the start. Seeing Kwon Isoo in a bad mood, the strength drained completely from his body.
“Fine, fine.”
He said he’d sleep like crazy, but I didn’t know it would be on my thighs.
Really using me in all kinds of ways… Looking down irritably at the well-defined features, he saw the <My Favorite! Chemistry> team preparing for filming. Do Yeonjae reattached the mic he’d removed to his clothes and asked Kwon Isoo.
“Where’s your mic?”
“Pocket.”
Just saying that much and not moving a single hand. Looking at Kwon Isoo blinking shamelessly, Do Yeonjae laughed incredulously and bent his waist slightly. Kwon Isoo had changed into training pants after finishing his individual shoot in the morning.
As his touch reached beyond the fabric, the firm thighs hardened even more solidly. But even putting his hand in, there was nothing to touch.
“It’s not here?”
“Fuck… Not there.”
“Ah, is it this side?”
Bending his waist a bit more, he pulled out the pin mic from the opposite pocket. Will he quiet down if I at least put this on? After personally attaching the mic to the white tee, he said.
“I’ll wake you later. Rest.”
He did think he’d be tired from filming continuing since morning. There’s some time left until the interview… If he sleeps at least he’ll be less sensitive.
“……”
He’d graciously offered his thighs, but Kwon Isoo didn’t close his eyes and just stared up at him blankly. Do Yeonjae opened and closed his mouth asking. Why.
“I can’t sleep.”
“Then want to get up?”
He scrunched his face sharply and shook his head at once. What does he want me to do? Kwon Isoo, frowning at Do Yeonjae’s face full of indifferent air, lowered his gaze and muttered.
“…Try doing that thing you did last time again.”
“Last time?”
“When I said my head hurt.”
Ah. At the restaurant, when I briefly touched his head to turn off Kwon Isoo’s mic? He banged the table and threw all kinds of fits, so why is he asking me to do it again—it was puzzling.
“Hurry.”
However, seeing the eyes gleaming brightly, Kwon Isoo seemed to have no intention of changing his words until he moved his hand. Right, if he tells me to do it, I have to…
Do Yeonjae reached out his hand with the feeling of complying with a client’s unreasonable demand. Last time he at least had the purpose of catching him off guard, but actually touching a full-grown guy’s head in earnest made something like goosebumps rise on his skin.
Patting Moon Sunwoo’s head was fine, so why isn’t Kwon Isoo easy? Well, with a frame this door-sized… He’s someone with such a prickly personality, so it’s natural I guess.
Lost in thought, the hand lightly stroking his hair went in a bit deeper. His head tilted as if leaning toward the caressing side. Checking his face, his eyes were gently closed.
…Did he fall asleep? When he subtly removed his hand, a low voice sounded from Kwon Isoo’s closed-eyed mouth.
“Not asleep yet.”
“Mmm.”
Do Yeonjae moved his hand with a slightly tired face.
Had about 10 minutes passed since then?
“I said I’m not sleeping.”
Without fail, a cool voice kept urging him to continue stroking. When exactly is he going to sleep?
After the same situation repeated a few times, Do Yeonjae finally caught on to Kwon Isoo’s hidden intention. This bastard was definitely determined to make his arm fall off…
While moving his arm like crazy, Moon Sunwoo and Ha Juwon, who had finished individual shoot preparations, headed to the studio. The NEOS manager did follow them, but having come to experience this yet just sitting still on the sofa made his conscience prick a bit.
He also wondered if it was okay to make the <My Favorite! Chemistry> directors film such meaningless cuts…
Soon Kwon Isoo really fell asleep, so Do Yeonjae emptied his thoughts.
Can’t wake him now anyway, so let’s just let him sleep.
Looking down at the peacefully sleeping face, he moved his hand repetitively. Then he noticed the phone Kwon Isoo was gripping tightly in his hand. Isn’t that uncomfortable… With the intention of putting it down beside him, he gently extracted the phone. Can’t wake him.
And the moment he finally extracted the phone from those large hands, the screen lit up brightly. Huh. Seeing the screen that entered his view unintentionally, Do Yeonjae narrowed his eyes.
Thinking he shouldn’t look at someone else’s phone, he hurriedly tried to turn off the screen, but there was an impression that surfaced even faster than that.
Kwon Isoo is really popular…
