As he blinked with an embarrassed feeling, his gaze met Kwon Isoo’s, who had just raised his head.
“Have them bring different pants.”
“Ah, yeah. I can just get new clothes…”
Yeonjae belatedly nodded and took out his phone. It was only slightly wet, but filming like this would be troublesome.
But the problem was time. No, the bigger problem was. Do Yeonjae glanced at the wrist connected to Kwon Isoo while waiting for the call to connect.
How am I supposed to change pants in this state?
“Ah, noona. Beverage splashed on my pants. I’m on the 12th floor right now… Yes, the top is fine.”
After finishing the call, Do Yeonjae first comforted and sent away the fidgeting new employee saying it was okay. Soon a stylist came running hurriedly with new jeans. She handed over the pants and asked with a worried face.
“But how will you change?”
“Mm… That’s true.”
Do Yeonjae laughed awkwardly.
They said the time ends immediately the moment the wrist string comes untied. Putting in that condition meant they had no intention of making any exceptions even if such unexpected situations occurred. No, that person might even welcome this situation… Do Yeonjae made a momentarily uncomfortable expression recalling PD Woo Jiyeon’s subtle smile.
Anyway, now that it had come to this, there was only one way.
“Kwon Isoo.”
“What.”
“Help me change clothes.”
“…What?”
At the bland nonsense, Kwon Isoo made a face like he’d heard something he shouldn’t have heard.
* * *
It didn’t take many words to persuade Kwon Isoo. Because there really was no other method. They didn’t have time to delay either.
“……”
Thus, after removing their mics, they entered a bathroom stall alone together.
“So, what exactly do you want me to do.”
While the camera directors waited outside the bathroom, Kwon Isoo, leaning crookedly against the stall door, asked quietly.
“Take them off for you?”
“…Just stay still. I’ll do it myself.”
He did ask for help, but in truth, changing pants didn’t require someone’s help. He’d just shortened the phrase ‘stand next to me while I change by myself.’
He’d changed clothes to the point of being sick of it during his idol life. Of course in front of members, and the same in waiting rooms packed with staff. And Kwon Isoo wouldn’t be much different. So he thought changing pants in front of him would be nothing.
‘……I’ll lower it.’
…But as soon as he lowered the zipper, words from the past echoed loudly in his head.
It was absurd. Why am I like this over just changing pants among guys? Kwon Isoo would be fine with it. Feeling a bit awkward, when he lowered his gaze, he saw Kwon Isoo’s sneakers. Just one step closer from here and they’d immediately touch.
Maybe because he’s tall, his feet are really big too. Well, there’s no part of Kwon Isoo that isn’t big… No, what am I saying. Forcibly erasing the useless thoughts, he grabbed the waistband of his pants.
Along with the sound of cloth rustling, his firm thighs were revealed below his underwear. Do Yeonjae didn’t mind the cold air touching his skin and completely took off the pants.
If the top had gotten wet, he wouldn’t have been able to change properly because of the string, so that would’ve been a disaster, but was it fortunate that it was the bottoms?
But strangely, Kwon Isoo wasn’t saying anything… He paused after raising his head at the sudden thought. Kwon Isoo’s gaze looking at him was somehow unusual.
Do Yeonjae forgot even to blink for a moment and looked at his face. The jaw muscles with force in them and the tongue wetting dry lips. Pupils that had darkened to an unknowable depth…
Suddenly the warning he’d uttered rang dangerously in his head.
‘You… just try lowering your zipper in front of some other bastard.’
Come to think of it, this was all because Kwon Isoo said such strange things.
As soon as he recalled that rough tone, the alcohol that had wandered inside his body that day and the somehow hot and humid air suddenly came crashing over him.
‘…Kwon Isoo. No one lowers their zipper in front of others.’
He’d been so certain, but such a situation occurred again. Feeling like he’d lost somehow for no reason, Yeonjae scrunched up his face. Isoo, who had been quietly watching Do Yeonjae rolling his eyes alone while having all sorts of thoughts, opened his mouth.
“Do Yeonjae.”
At the quiet call, Yeonjae raised his head. As soon as their gazes met, his murky eyes curved long.
“I didn’t know black was your taste.”
“……Huh?”
Do Yeonjae, who was blinking, opened his mouth as if sighing. Wondering what he was talking about, he was referring to the fact that the underwear color from that day and today was the same.
Realizing he wasn’t the only one recalling that day, heat rushed to the nape of his neck for some reason. Kwon Isoo, who had been quietly looking down at Do Yeonjae frozen awkwardly for a moment, pulled out a disposable wet wipe. It was what he’d brought to wipe the part with cola on it. Lowering his body, he began wiping the thigh with the wet wipe.
As the cold touch swept across his skin, Do Yeonjae shuddered.
“…Ngh.”
His hair seemed to stand on end. He hurriedly tried to step back, but Kwon Isoo grabbed the string on his wrist and pulled, preventing him from getting away.
“Kwon Isoo… I’ll do it.”
Actually, not much had even gotten on it. Kwon Isoo looked like he had no intention of removing his hand even after wiping enough. When the touch slowly rubbing his skin subtly swept the inside of his thigh, Do Yeonjae bit his lip hard. His nerves stood on edge sensitively as strength gathered below. Kwon Isoo, who had been silently watching his body flinch in reaction, asked quietly.
“Why, think you’ll get hard?”
He couldn’t tell if it was Kwon Isoo’s voice or his touch tickling his skin. Do Yeonjae inhaled and looked downward. How strange, he’s clearly looking up at a person, but seeing that murky and arrogant expression makes it feel exactly like the opposite situation. His toes curled tightly at the tension he felt for some reason.
“What if you get wet again from this. Hm? You can’t ask them to bring underwear.”
“……”
“Should I take care of it for you?”
Try asking once. Kwon Isoo gently strokes his waist with his other hand and tilts his head. Every breath he exhaled near his lower body was felt consciously, making his head all dizzy. To the point where even the furrowing brows while waiting for his answer looked lewd.
“…I said try asking.”
For a command, it was a voice hot as if burning with thirst. But that made it even more provocative. Haa… Do Yeonjae, who let out a sharp breath, whispered quietly.
“Kwon Isoo.”
Kwon Isoo’s eyes, noticing the heat mixed in the bland voice, immediately sharpened. As if he would immediately commit some act the moment Do Yeonjae said just one word. Like a beast waiting for its master’s command, his gaze was held captive as if bewitched by that chilling look.
Do Yeonjae tilted his head back and looked distantly at the white light on the ceiling. Asking, huh… Not bad.
“Then, just a moment…”
Thinking that, he threw the pants he’d taken off earlier over Kwon Isoo’s face.
“Hold this for me.”
“…Fuck, what.”
Kwon Isoo, who was suddenly ambushed, fiercely spat out curses. Do Yeonjae took advantage of his blocked vision and quickly put on the new pants. When Kwon Isoo, who swept away the pants covering his face, glared with a razor-sharp look, he roughly fixed his disheveled hair and said.
“We don’t have time for that now. We need to find the cards.”
When he pulled the string insistently saying let’s hurry, Kwon Isoo stood up with a rotten expression. Yeonjae, who turned his body around, opened the stall door and came out. Walking ahead, he tapped his heated cheeks with the back of his hand.
“……”
…That was dangerous.
Trying to do something like that in the middle of filming, isn’t he a complete lunatic… But the problem was that he almost fell for Kwon Isoo’s devastating face. He almost really got hard. It was truly a dizzying moment.
How many people has he hooked like this until now?
Pondering with a serious face about Kwon Isoo’s ethics and morality, he came out of the bathroom. Shocked by the fact that about 10 minutes had passed in the meantime, he quickly entered the inner office.
Each floor has facial recognition devices for security. Normally, artists wouldn’t have access to the office space, but now it seemed they’d temporarily opened the doors for filming.
Do Yeonjae looked around the vast office space with curiosity. It was a floor he rarely had reason to visit. Among the busy workers, someone was reviewing choreography proposals while someone else was adjusting schedules over the phone. The former would be the performance directing team, and the latter would be the management team… Looking carefully, it seemed the areas were divided by team.
While walking carefully to not disturb work as much as possible, he also ran into employees he knew.
“Hello.”
“Oh… Hello.”
It was the person who designed RAYEON’s 5th album jacket. Then this must be the design team area. When she glanced at the wrist connected to Kwon Isoo, it was a bit embarrassing. But how are we supposed to find cards here? We can’t go through the employees’ desks one by one…
“Do Yeonjae.”
“Yeah?”
“Look there.”
Kwon Isoo, who’d been making a very displeased expression since leaving the bathroom, gestured somewhere. When he turned his gaze toward the direction he pointed…
“Oh.”
He saw one of those masked men from earlier sitting at the design team’s desk pretending to work. Crucial hint! The moment his eyes sparkled, the masked man who noticed his presence was discovered jumped up from his seat and started running hurriedly.
“Wait, why are you running…!”
Flustered by the sudden flight, Yeonjae momentarily forgot his wrist was tied and ran quickly after the masked man. It was a natural course that the string became taut before going far, and his steps got completely tangled caught by Kwon Isoo’s heavy weight standing without moving.
The moment his body tilted backward, he felt a force pulling hard on the string. At the same time, Kwon Isoo’s solid arm supported his waist and his other hand grabbed his abdomen. He’d become caught sideways in Kwon Isoo’s arms in an instant.
“…Ah.”
Suddenly his heart sank.
