Kwon Isoo clenched his teeth hard and glared at Do Yeonjae as if trying to bore a hole through him. Like someone who wanted to dismantle Do Yeonjae’s indifferent expression piece by piece.
Do Yeonjae blinked in confusion. Ah, so that’s what he meant. Since “getting dumped” is usually a term used in romantic relationships… was he worried people who saw the article would misunderstand?
A laugh slipped out. No matter what, who would think of two guys that way?
Kwon Isoo kept shuddering, saying it was horrifying just to imagine, that he fucking hated it. He really seemed genuinely pissed off. Seeing him stutter for the first time.
Well, yeah, he wouldn’t want to be linked that way with someone he hates. Even if he accepted the program offer to vent his anger… Do Yeonjae fiddled with the paper cup of soju and laughed lightly. He responded appropriately to his words.
“Right. I’d really hate being misunderstood like that too.”
“…Hate it? Fuck, who the hell are you.”
But apparently this wasn’t the right answer. Kwon Isoo’s expression hardened coldly the moment he heard those words.
“Who the hell are you to say whether you’d hate it or not? You seem to think you’re qualified to say that, guess you still haven’t figured out your place.”
“No, it’s not that I’d hate you. It’s just that like you said, we’re not in a relationship…”
“Ah. So you’re fine running your mouth about being close to me but would rather die than be linked as lovers?”
I don’t mean I’d rather die. You’re the one who said it was horrifying first… that you fucking hated it. Do Yeonjae was dumbfounded, having just vaguely agreed with Kwon Isoo’s words. Kwon Isoo seemed to get angrier the more he spoke, sharpening a keen edge in his eyes.
“Not even funny. If you hate homos that much, why do you go around openly calling some other guy cute and shit—”
Called some other guy cute…? Do Yeonjae rolled his eyes and asked.
“Did you happen to watch today’s live broadcast?”
At that moment, the torrent of words stopped. Frozen stiff as if someone had shouted “Freeze!”, Kwon Isoo began glaring at Do Yeonjae with a terrifying look. He spoke, chewing out each word,
“I didn’t watch that shit.”
“…Really?”
“I said I didn’t watch it.”
He looked ready to kick him out immediately if he doubted him even a little. Do Yeonjae reluctantly nodded. Well yeah, there’s no way Kwon Isoo would. Kwon Isoo keeping up with RAYEON’s live broadcasts—it was a completely unimaginable picture…
Then when was he talking about?
Did I unconsciously call someone cute when I was with Sunwoo? That could be it. Sunwoo is cute. Do Yeonjae, who had been tilting his head, suddenly widened his eyes. Kwon Isoo was muttering “fuck, fuck” while pouring soju down his throat.
“Kwon Isoo, drink slowly.”
He said he didn’t like soju, so why is he suddenly acting crazy?
Before he could even pour more, he was filling the paper cup himself and dumping it into his mouth. The speed was so remarkably fast that Do Yeonjae sat there dazed for a moment before belatedly snatching the soju bottle away.
“Is something wrong? Why are you suddenly acting like this?”
Kwon Isoo looked at the snatched soju bottle with a resentful face and wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand.
“You don’t believe me.”
“No. I believe you.”
Even if he had watched it, so what?
“I watched it sometimes. Your live broadcasts.”
“What?”
“You didn’t do it many times but… do live broadcasts more often. Your fans seem disappointed.”
“Don’t change the subject. Why would you watch my live broadcasts?”
Kwon Isoo’s gaze clung persistently to his face. Hmm… Since I’ve brought it up, should I just spill everything? Until now I’d hidden it out of embarrassment, but I’ve clearly realized now that I’m the one in the needy position.
We promised to exchange secrets in return for drinking together.
Having finished deliberating, Do Yeonjae took another sip of soju. Why does this require so much courage when it’s nothing special? Fortunately, his voice flowed smoothly, soaked in alcohol.
“…I told you I’m a fan. Actually, I’ve watched almost all of NEOS’s stages too.”
Kwon Isoo’s lips parted blankly. Then, as if something suddenly occurred to him, his eyes opened fiercely.
“Last time you said you only watched the Jagalchi stage.”
“I was flustered then… But it’s not a lie, it’s true. I listen to your songs often. I said so at the meeting too, that I like them.”
“……”
“I looked up a lot of b-side stages too. All of NEOS’s b-sides are good, but when I looked up info on the ones I especially liked, they were all your songs. That was kind of amazing… so I got more curious. You said it back then, that only I could sing that song.”
Since he said he’d already deleted it, he wasn’t trying to ask for that song now. He just… wanted to say it. What kind of feelings he’d had when he brought it up back then.
He remembered the expression Kwon Isoo had made when he brought up the song that day. Feeling a stabbing ache somewhere inside, he lowered his gaze and continued in a calm voice.
“That I would definitely like it too… I remembered that and thought I wanted to try singing it. All the current songs are good too, but if you said that much about it, I wondered what it would have been like.”
“Fuck…”
Then at the sound of him muttering a curse under his breath, Do Yeonjae raised his gaze. Kwon Isoo, his ear tips reddened, was glaring at him fiercely.
“You keep saying you like it, you like it, spouting the same pathetic words…”
Kwon Isoo quickly grabbed a new soju bottle from the corner of the table.
Before he could stop him, he opened the cap, poured it into a paper cup, and quickly downed it in one shot. And as he tried to tilt the bottle again, Do Yeonjae hurriedly stood up from the stool and grabbed his wrist.
“Kwon Isoo, why have you been…”
“I’m not a fucking idiot.”
But Kwon Isoo suddenly jerked up his grabbed arm. Whoa. Losing his center of gravity to the fierce force, Do Yeonjae toppled onto Kwon Isoo.
“You think I’d believe that kind of talk?”
His vision suddenly shook and his head spun dizzily. When he came to his senses, he was lying on the sofa in an overlapping position. He was perched on Kwon Isoo’s thighs, collapsed on top of his body.
“Huk.”
Their gazes locked. Even their rough breaths mingled. Kwon Isoo’s face was right below.
A thumping sound echoed from the chest he’d braced his hands against. But right now, the chest wasn’t the problem. Awkwardness showed on Do Yeonjae’s face. A very uncomfortable sensation was being felt from below. That thing in the lower body that any man would recognize was touching through their pants.
As soon as he realized it, he tried to quickly separate their bodies. But a large hand wrapped around his waist and pressed down firmly to prevent him from getting up. For a moment his body struggled, causing his groin and the long shaft to rub and create friction.
Ugh… why are you stopping me?
Their eyes met while he frowned. Kwon Isoo, who had been staring up at Do Yeonjae, spoke quietly.
“Say it again with sincerity. Then I might believe you.”
“…What?”
“That you like me. …That you like me so much you could die.”
His pupils gleamed, staring intently at Do Yeonjae’s lips. The hand around his waist tightened a bit more. Kwon Isoo suddenly reached out. At the touch gently caressing around his heated eyes, Do Yeonjae’s eyelids twitched.
Breathing shallowly, Do Yeonjae let his gaze slip away.
Warm white lighting flowed with a soft radiance, enveloping Kwon Isoo’s face. The grayish-brown pupils rippling in the subtle light were mysteriously beautiful enough to want to touch. The redness around his eyes blended with the deep gaze to create a strange atmosphere.
He was only captivated by those blatant eyes for a very brief moment…
“……”
At some point, a strange silence was circling around them.
His body stiffened for an instant at Kwon Isoo’s cloudily obscured gaze. The look staring up wordlessly for a long while was unfocused, as if reason had grown faint. The longer the time spent meeting those eyes, the more it felt like thirst was strangling his throat. Do Yeonjae gulped down dry saliva.
That’s when it happened. Kwon Isoo’s member twitched between their lower bodies. Huk—Yeonjae, who gasped, trembled slightly on his thighs. Along with a flushed feeling at the back of his neck, tingling pleasure spread up his spine. Do Yeonjae was greatly flustered.
“Kwon Isoo, this is weird… weird.”
The flesh kept stimulating his groin as if rubbing against it, ah… At the feeling of pre-cum pooling at the tip of his member, Do Yeonjae’s breathing grew ragged. It was an irresistible stimulation. Not knowing what to do, he subtly lowered his eyes. At the sight of their thickly swollen bulges touching each other so blatantly, Yeonjae’s pupils shook finely.
