Lately, his songwriting had been going like shit.
It wasn’t anything special. That’s just how creation was. Sometimes a song would flow out in 3 hours, and sometimes it would take 3 months. Separate from his worst condition, Kwon Isoo was accepting his current state quite familiarly.
The prestigious title of ‘genius producer’ was just a fleeting modifier attached by bastards who knew nothing.
They always only saw the results, so they thought the process was fucking easy. Was it just a day or two that he’d been living practically abstaining from food and drink because work wasn’t going well and he couldn’t sleep or eat? When he rubbed his face dry with a scowl, his dried-out skin felt rough. He squeezed his bloodshot eyes shut. The dark circles that had formed under his eyes in recent days were also nothing more than risks he had to bear.
“……”
So it was absolutely not because of that face that kept hovering before his eyes. Do Yeonjae’s shocked face that had been deeply embedded in his eyes that day. The bastard who always acted indifferent had rarely widened his eyes, bit his lips tight—it was fascinating enough to make his heart ache, but it was never more than that.
Still, he couldn’t deny the fact that seeing that unfamiliar face had been fascinating. Yeah, it must have been so fascinating for it to even appear in his dreams.
The problem here was that dreams weren’t always based on reality.
‘So don’t even dream, Do Yeonjae.’
That day, Do Yeonjae had calmly nodded and returned to the car where his manager was. The conversation had clearly ended there. But the damn dream that had been repeating for days kept creating the next scene.
For instance, something like Do Yeonjae whose eyes reddened the moment his words ended, then dropped fat tears drip by drip……
‘……Yeah. Okay.’
That pitiful and heartbreaking answer.
Let me say this again—at that time, Do Yeonjae didn’t shed a single tear, let alone a drop of sweat.
Yet this fucking absurd fantasy arbitrarily created Do Yeonjae looking up at him with a pitiful face. There’s no way Do Yeonjae would cry like that because of me. Even when he’d abandoned him, the bastard had only chosen shitty words to spit out. That indifferent face sighing, telling him not to act like a child, saying he was tired—it was still vivid.
That Do Yeonjae would have red, swollen eyes because of me, and look at me with such an enticing face as if feeling wronged? Fuck, it would make much more sense to say he shot me with a gun instead.
This dream development that made no fucking sense didn’t stop there. Seeing Do Yeonjae drop tears with a pitiful face, the dream version of himself fidgeted restlessly, then kicked his seat back and ran to cup Do Yeonjae’s cheeks.
‘I’m sorry.’
Then he was busy curling up his body pleadingly and soothing Do Yeonjae. Like someone who couldn’t bear even a single teardrop falling from Do Yeonjae’s transparent eyes.
‘Fuck… Don’t cry. Okay? I was wrong.’
Bullshit. What did I do wrong? It was useless to scream inside his head. The dream version of himself—that is, Kwon Isoo—hugged the sniffling Do Yeonjae tightly, stroked his shoulders, ah, fuck. To think that after telling him not to even dream, he himself was having such delusional dreams like a fantasist…
Reality-checked, Kwon Isoo desperately wanted to deny reality with all his might. No fuck, this isn’t reality, it’s a dream though. What the hell could he possibly be lacking to be so desperately attached to Do Yeonjae like that?
And from here was the climax. Do Yeonjae, who had been looking up at him with a flushed face, tilted his face and rubbed his cheek against him as if he’d been waiting the moment the dream version of himself gently caressed his eyes. Then he whined something so fucking cute… Even knowing it was a dream, strangely the warm heat in his palm was vivid. So like an idiot, he trembled.
If he let his guard down even a little, down there would, shit, ah……
His lower body tingled.
‘You won’t do it again?’
‘Yeah, I won’t make you cry again. Really… I’ll swear.’
So please believe me just once, the way he answered desperately and hurriedly. That must have been a goblin wearing his face. Do Yeonjae, who had been staring quietly up at the goblin, primly pushed out his lips.
‘How will you swear.’
Do Yeonjae being prim? That bastard must be a goblin too. But Goblin No. 1, whose gaze was stolen by those protruding lips, made a boiling sound then suddenly pressed their lips together.
‘……Hng.’
The moment their lips touched, lightning struck with a crash. A kiss with Do Yeonjae. Crazy, fuck damn it!
The dream cut off when he really couldn’t watch the bullshit anymore, and his senses of reality returned. Even before opening his eyes, Kwon Isoo felt the swollen sensation below his body and ground his teeth distantly.
“Ah, fuck. What a shitty dream.”
How many times had he cursed this now? He thought with a fierce face. He already couldn’t sleep, and when he finally did fall asleep, what he faced was this kind of shitty dream. Setting aside the skepticism of getting hard from an absurd dream, having just woken up and being only half-conscious, his immediate instinct was more urgent.
Male bastards having wet dreams and jerking off in the morning were common. But the story changed if the reason his erect dick was twitching was because of the moan slipped by another male bastard.
‘……Hng.’
His head went blank when he recalled that moan. In his broken mind, reality and dream dizzily confused. Do Yeonjae blinked those reddened eyes from the dream and lewdly caressed his body. Like he had in the empty room next to the restaurant… Ah, fuck. His arm that had been stroking his organ dripping with fluid suddenly stiffened.
After ejaculating, he was plagued by the urge to cut off his wetly soaked hand just like that.
“……”
Kwon Isoo thought with chilling eyes like he was about to kill someone.
Ah, fuck… I’m going crazy from how annoying this is.
Do Yeonjae’s face wouldn’t leave his vision all day. Annoyed by that fact, he couldn’t even concentrate properly on work.
It was just a very fleeting expression that passed in an instant.
To Do Yeonjae, it must have been only about that much. Something truly insignificant that he’d casually tossed out from trivial curiosity or worthless nostalgia, that he was briefly surprised by the words that it had been deleted but could easily shake off—really no big deal.
When in fact he’ll never know how I felt when he brought up that song, so why the hell…
Why is he making that face and throwing a fit?
“Fuck, it’s so unsettling.”
Like that song means something significant to him, fuck, don’t make me laugh. Who personally threw it on the ground and abandoned it? Who cut it off? To think I’d be fooled by that face…
As he ground his teeth while spitting out harsh curses, the manager who had climbed into the driver’s seat looked back at the rear seat.
“What’s unsettling? The photos today came out well though.”
On the phone screen the manager held out, an article from today’s schedule was displayed.
[On-Site Photos] “Congratulations on being handsome” Kwon Isoo, Intense Charisma
(Photo)
Kwon Isoo of the group NEOS (NEOS) poses at a jewelry brand pop-up store opening event held at a department store in Seoul. On this day, Kwon Isoo drew attention by wearing ARCADEN jewelry’s full collection and presenting luxurious styling.
Netizens who saw this showed reactions such as “Can’t see the necklace because I’m looking at his face” and “His covered hair is insanely handsome too.”
Reporter Park Jangdae sooo@jmail.com
Whether it mattered or not, Kwon Isoo didn’t even look at the photo properly and leaned his back against the seat with a tired face.
“Just start driving, hyung. I have a headache.”
“Okay, I’ll take you home quickly.”
The car soon started smoothly. Kwon Isoo tried to calm his throbbing headache and turned on his phone. He scrolled down the chat room list and entered the chat with Do Yeonjae.
Hey
You better bring mine
The message he’d sent last time was the last one. His gaze staring intently at the screen became crooked again. Do Yeonjae was the only bastard in the whole world who would leave his messages on read. The suddenly irritated Kwon Isoo unhesitatingly typed a chat.
[Hey Do Yeonjae]
“……”
The finger about to press the send button hesitantly stopped in midair.
Call him for what? There’s nothing to say anyway.
Kwon Isoo, who had scrunched up his face fiercely, silently glared at the chat room. He tapped the screen with his finger, then deleted the chat and entered the internet. He searched for and clicked on the article the manager had just shown him.
[On-Site Photos] “Congratulations on being handsome” Kwon Isoo, Intense Charisma
It was a photo with covered hair that Do Yeonjae had said he liked.
He saved the article photo and entered the chat room with Do Yeonjae.
[(Photo) You like it?]
“……”
Ah fuck… This isn’t it.
He scowled and deleted the chat again.
[What are you doing]
…Not even an ex-boyfriend, fuck.
And he could find out what Do Yeonjae was doing without even needing to ask him. When he entered SNS and searched for RAYEON, sure enough.
RAYEON OFFICIAL✓@RAYEON_official
In a moment, the Cheonan Walnut Cookie Festival Hallyu Concert LIVE featuring RAYEON will begin.
RayIt members will all watch, right? Promise 🤙💕
(RAYEON group photo)
🔗https://youtu.be/Fdwqnv.
Kwon Isoo stared intently at the group photo uploaded to RAYEON’s official account about two hours ago. He moved his thumb and index finger to zoom in so only Do Yeonjae’s face was visible.
His hair is completely pushed back.
I told him to push back only half his forehead. The day after I said that, he obediently listened well, but as soon as I said I didn’t want to give him the song, he’s immediately rebelling like this.
Ah, this petty bastard…
