Ah… fuck. Holy shit. How am I only realizing this now?
Do Yeonjae let out a deep sigh and slid down against the door. His face, which he’d been dry-washing repeatedly, was already flushed red.
In his bewildered state, Yeonjae tried to spin his positive thinking as hard as he could. Calm down, maybe he just hasn’t done the laundry yet… Kwon Isoo lives alone, so his laundry cycle might be a bit delayed.
No, but even if that were the case, wouldn’t he normally say something like ‘I’ll wash it for you so take it next time’ or ‘Your underwear is at my place’…? It doesn’t make sense that he completely shut his mouth as if those underwear never existed in this world to begin with…
He wouldn’t be deliberately hiding my boxers, would he? That would be absolutely ridiculous.
The more he mulled it over, the more his thoughts leaned toward Kwon Isoo having tossed them somewhere and forgotten about them, but it was really awkward to ask him to check. What would he even say? ‘Can you look for the underwear I left at your place the day we got drunk and jerked each other off’?
“No way, I can’t…”
Let’s put that method on hold for now. If there’s another chance to go to his place, I’ll secretly look for them, and if they’re still not there, I’ll ask him then. Having barely reached a conclusion, Yeonjae tilted his head back and lightly rested it against the door.
I need to shower… Having just learned such a shocking fact, all the strength drained from his body. Thinking he’d drag his feet just a bit, he blankly stared at the ceiling light and then closed his eyes.
‘I didn’t know black was your preference.’
…So he didn’t completely shut his mouth after all.
Yeonjae’s eyes reopened at the voice that suddenly intruded. He furrowed his brow as he thoroughly recalled Kwon Isoo’s expression when discussing his underwear preference. Hmm. I can’t tell from just that comment whether he forgot or not…?
But why does he smile like that while talking about someone else’s underwear? I just don’t understand. Yeonjae glared pointlessly at Kwon Isoo’s tracksuit hanging neatly on the hanger. Kwon Isoo’s wickedly curved eyes flickered in his vision.
‘Why, think you’ll get hard?’
Think you’ll get hard…
His body stiffened for a moment as if that low voice had gripped his entire body.
Recalling Kwon Isoo’s cool gaze, Yeonjae clenched his hand that was resting on his thigh. For some reason, the sensation of the cold wet wipe touching him still seemed to linger on his skin.
The precarious atmosphere inside that bathroom stall seemed to sharply stimulate his senses. He grimaced at the sudden tingling feeling along his lower back.
Was all of that just a mischievous prank and entertainment to Kwon Isoo?
Or maybe he’d changed his method of tormenting him at this point. Kwon Isoo would be quite accustomed to such things. He knew… Even knowing that those actions didn’t hold much meaning for Kwon Isoo, every time he casually touched him, Do Yeonjae was swept up in an indescribably strange feeling. Even what they’d done for each other as friends that day—he’d decided to think of it as no big deal… but it was strange.
When looking at that enchanting face, when meeting Kwon Isoo’s murky gaze, his body would stiffen without him realizing it.
“…Haah.”
Just becoming aware of the warmly heated sensation made his breathing irregular with an inexplicable elation.
A light tremor rose as if something was boiling up from his lower abdomen. Yeonjae gulped down his saliva and moved his hand slowly. Slowly, along the places where Kwon Isoo’s touch had subtly brushed past. Even though he was wearing pants, a deep part of his body tickled as if his bare skin was being caressed. Heat that had been suppressed rushed to one place as if belatedly releasing.
‘What are you going to do if you get wet again? Hm? You can’t exactly ask me for underwear.’
He wasn’t the only one who got wet that day. He clearly remembered Kwon Isoo’s also getting thoroughly soaked with fluid, all slick and shiny. He even touched it directly with this hand.
It was so thick his thumb and index finger couldn’t meet… Yeonjae, who had unconsciously been making a circle with his hand the size of Kwon Isoo’s cock thickness, trembled in shock at his own action.
“…What am I doing.”
His pathetically contorted face became splotched with shame. Feeling his nerves stretched taut, Yeonjae made a shallow sound.
He knew this feeling all too well. The instinct to grab that flesh pillar and shake it roughly. In an instant, the heat from that day spread throughout his entire body. As he recalled the sensation of being squeezed by Kwon Isoo’s rough hands, his waistband grew tight.
Back then… it felt good. Good enough that he could do it again if asked.
“……”
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. Yeonjae, his eyes languidly relaxed and quietly lowered, impulsively spread his legs slightly. He stared down at his heavy crotch, then reached out his hand.
The zipper made a zzzzip sound as it split open on both sides.
Just pulling out his cock through the gap in the opened pants seemed to tighten his abdomen. Yeonjae, blinking hazily, slowly rubbed the top with his thumb. After lightly stroking the shaft teasingly, when he scratched the tip, the girth grew even larger.
“…Hng. Mmh.”
Covering his mouth with the back of his hand to muffle the moans leaking out, he gripped the thick shaft. As he kneaded the writhing cock tightly then dragged it up in a long stroke, his hips jerked.
Do Yeonjae was instinctively mimicking Kwon Isoo’s hand movements from that day. Recalling the pleasure from then, he rapidly jerked his cock up in quick succession—thwack thwack thwack. The movement of his hand gradually increased in speed. Haah, haah… The sound of ragged breathing rising and the wet squelching sound of moist skin rubbing up and down. Between them, the faint TV sound seeping in from outside the door became entangled.
Ah, Sian hyung is in the living room…
The moment he became aware of that fact, his cock twitched and fussed impatiently as if in perverse excitement. Seeing it dribbling fluid continuously made his face flush again. A clear wrinkle formed between Do Yeonjae’s brows. Unable to resist the lewd arousal, he clenched his teeth and continued to chase the sensation from that day. The bumpy flesh pillar that had relentlessly collided against him and the strong grip from Kwon Isoo’s touch.
Thump, thump. His heart pounded heavily.
The thick smell from the fluid Kwon Isoo had spurted still circled the tip of his nose, suffocating him. Do Yeonjae opened his mouth as if breathing. Fierce sexual pleasure swept through him.
“Nngh……”
His sturdy body contracted in an instant as he gulped out semen. Do Yeonjae, who had been trembling until all the sticky fluid was expelled, let his body slump limply against the door. Blinking his unfocused eyes, he let out a hollow sigh.
“Ah… crazy bastard.”
The thought that surfaced in his blanked-out mind was singular.
What the hell did I just do?
* * *
Studio Focus conference room.
“A mission where you gamble four rhythm cards in a program about composing—no matter how I think about it, it was too much of a gamble.”
At main writer Seo Hyoin’s skeptical words, PD Woo Jiyeon raised her head.
“There you go again. In the end it all worked out fine, didn’t it? They found the cards, and the meeting went really well. I’m telling you, I kept being amazed when I heard Isoo-ssi’s ideas.”
Watching the PD leisurely crunching on snacks, the writer let out a deep sigh.
“This has been your problem since way back. That way of thinking where as long as the results are good, everything’s fine.”
“Wow, Seo Hyoin’s harsh comment is amazing.”
Studio Focus was a YouTube variety production company started by two college classmates who joined forces. Though the struggling studio had been able to grow to its current scale in just five years largely due to PD Woo’s bold directing, the ability to operate stably without major or minor controversies was greatly thanks to writer Seo Hyoin’s hidden contributions in stopping the PD from crossing the line each time.
While the exquisite combination of fire and water did produce good results, the problem—if it was a problem—was that disputes were too frequent. As the writer, Seo Hyoin tried to follow the main PD’s decisions as much as possible, but this ‘four rhythm card search’ mission had been far too risky.
No matter how much variety shows pursued entertainment, the ultimate goal was still the song. If the song turned out mediocre, the entire program would become neither here nor there.
And yet a game with elements that could critically affect that song quality as the stakes?
The writing team opposed it, saying it was too reckless, but PD Woo, who held final decision-making authority, pushed through with her decision. Indignation bursting forth again at that stubbornness, the writer poured out a stream of complaints.
“Right, what if by some chance they couldn’t find ‘drums’? Because you blocked electronic instruments so thoroughly like a crazy bitch, they couldn’t have even dreamed of house music which requires a kick drum, right? Not only that, the rock genre that was Yeonjae-ssi’s suggestion would have been out of the question too, right? Meeting or whatever would have completely collapsed, right? What do you think?”
“Well, wouldn’t that also be part of the charm of reality TV? I sincerely thought a cappella would be fine too.”
“…Haah…”
At the carefree answer, Seo Hyoin pressed her forehead. This absolutely hopeless bitch…
