VDN Ch 190

– Hoenam-dong taiyaki shop^[1] (3 for 1,000 won!) This is the real deal, this is the real deal, this is the real deal!!!!!

A long finger pressed play on the video. The screen showed a man moving his hands quickly and taking orders. The man stood out even in ordinary clothes.

– What can I get for you?

– Three red beans and three cream puffs.

– Two thousand won.

Responding in a flat tone, the man lifted a large tin kettle with his gloved hands. Even while pouring the batter into the well-oiled mold, the questions from customers kept coming nonstop.

– Boss, until when will you be open here?

– Uh… well, I’m not really sure.

It was a simple reply, yet the customer suddenly burst into laughter as if it were amusing. Then he asked,

– Can you give me your shop’s phone number?

– We don’t have a phone for the shop yet.

– Then, boss, how about your cell phone number? I plan to order delivery separately.

Only then did the man lift his head from where he was burying his face in taiyaki. An embarrassed look appeared on his face.

– We don’t deliver.

– But can’t you still give it to me?

The customer’s voice trailed off in a playful manner. The embarrassed-looking man soon spat out an awkward tone.

– I don’t have a cell phone…

– Ah, you’re lying.

Why are you talking so much to the customer?

The tips of his large fingers that were holding the phone turned pale. I had clearly warned him several times to only take orders, avoid small talk and ignore probing personal questions. Even as his anger boiled over, the conversation in the video showed no sign of stopping.

Seo-oh’s thumb, which had been roughly gripping the phone, scrolled down quickly.

[1,192 comments]

KimKku: Are they hiring part-timers at that place? Looks like they have tons of customers.

Biggeorge: Is the boyfriend spot for the owner open? I’ll get on the waitlist.

vodcAsigdoyeom: You need a Russian boyfriend.

@Salmon: There are many restaurants becoming popular like this lately, but this one seems to be the real deal 

L This is the OG hotspot

YoonheeKimpo12: Do you deliver to homes~~?? The owner delivers personally, right~??^^

UniversityStudentOnBreak: I’m a regular there, the taiyaki is really good and the owner is kind ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

bambam: How’s the taiyaki made by a handsome guy?

LasikManTaiyaki: I put on my glasses to smell it

Fingerprince: Where is this place? Please let me know. ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ」

Crack.

The sound of the phone breaking the silence echoed ominously in the room. Seo-oh’s eyes, while reading through the comments, were as cold as the cold wind of winter. Soon, his fingers moved quickly.

[The owner is married.]

[He is getting married.]

[He’s married.]

After replying to about ten comments, his polite speech became very concise.

Seo-oh had started posting comments on the day when the video was uploaded, and perhaps because of that, there were several criticisms of his actions scattered throughout the comments.

「xxx_69: @Nam-woon’shusband What the hell is this guy doing? He keeps commenting “He’s married” on every comment, and whether it’s true or not, it feels like he’s a stalker and it’s creepy.」

Even to these harsh criticisms directed at him, Seo-oh replied without hesitation. After that, he checked the number of comments. The total number of comments he had checked yesterday after he finished work was 654. So, today, the new comments alone had increased by 538.

How long do I have to keep doing this?

Even while working at his company, he’d used his lunch breaks and free time to write comments. Seo-oh felt like even a hundred fingers weren’t enough for the aggro that was growing rapidly. That’s why he couldn’t put his phone down even after work.

I wish Hyung would just close up shop already.

Eventually, I even found myself wishing that Nam-woon would just quit his business altogether. He couldn’t stand how much Nam-woon laughed and chatted with random people. However, this was just a thought, and he absolutely wouldn’t say it out loud. He had to hide these small, petty feelings from Nam-woon. This was because he was aware that it was like a childish tantrum.

A lover who is usually cute and affectionate but who shows a mature side that you can trust and rely on at important moments.

That was Seo-oh’s concept of a husband.

While he let out a deep sigh at the increasing comments. He heard a lovely voice call out from beside him.

“Kwon Seo-oh, what are you doing? I’m ready.”

“Oh, yes.”

Seo-oh quickly closed the app he was working on and looked up. Nam-woon, wearing his worn-out khaki jumper, was looking down at him with a puzzled expression. The slight furrow of one eyebrow gave the impression that he found something displeasing

“You’re still not done with work today, either?”

“Yeah, but I’m almost finished.”

Seo-oh put his phone in his pocket and stood up. He quickly scanned Nam-woon’s clothes in front of him and walked over to the hanger to grab a long black coat. It was the coat he had given to Hyung as a gift this winter.

“I told you to wear this today. Why did you put that on again?”

“Oh, right.”

Seo-oh opened the collar of the coat and draped it around Nam-woon’s shoulders. With an embarrassed expression, Nam-woon took off the jumper he was wearing and slipped his arms into the coat. When Seo-oh pretended to open the coat and hugged his strong back, Nam-woon twisted his body and asked, “Why are you doing this?” Seo-oh giggled, picked up the jumper that had fallen on the floor, and hung it on a hanger. Meanwhile, Nam-woon’s grumbling voice could be heard.

“But seriously, aren’t the people at your company too much? How much are they squeezing a newbie like you?”

At those words, Seo-oh’s fingers, which were holding the hanger, hesitated for a moment. Soon, his long eyes softened, and his expression relaxed. It always felt good to hear Hyung worry about him. Seo-oh tried to suppress his rising smile, pursed his lips, and put on a gloomy expression before looking at Nam-woon with a tired look.

“Can’t you go to the company and scold them?”

“…Should I?”

Seo-oh twitched the corners of his mouth, watching Nam-woon raise his eyes as if ready to yell at any moment. He almost burst into laughter but held it in, sticking his lips out even further. Then, Nam-woon gently stroked Seo-oh’s forehead, as if to calm him.

“We’re going to eat now, so cheer up. Put away your duck lips.”

His gentle hand movements and tone, mixed with a warm smile, made anyone who saw him think he was adorable. Seo-oh leaned in closer to Nam-woon, wrapping his thick palm around Nam-woon’s strong back. He brought his smooth face right up to Nam-woon’s nose. In an instant, closing the distance, Seo-oh quietly opened his mouth.

“Put it in.”

“What?”

“Put your mouth in, Hyung.”

Seo-oh, who spoke confidently as if he had no shame, gradually brought his lips closer to Nam-woon’s mouth. When Nam-woon turned his head to the side, his exposed neck was as red as a ripe tomato.

“Ah, what do you mean ‘put it in’….Ahem.”

Even though they had been kissing countless times, Nam-woon still felt embarrassed every time, as if he hadn’t developed immunity to such situations. Seo-oh held on tightly to Nam-woon, who was avoiding him here and there, and urged him on.

“Seok Nam-woon, hurry.”

Seo-oh grabbed Nam-woon’s cheeks and pulled him towards him. He could feel Nam-woon’s wavering gaze, but Seo-oh pretended not to notice and stuck out his lip. He also closed his eyes gently.

Now all I have to do is wait. Nam-woon, with a flushed face, always gave in to my stubbornness.

Smack

Then, with a small sound, his dry lips touched mine. Nam-woon’s lips, which had just returned home, still felt cold. Nam-woon pressed Seo-oh’s lips as if stamping a seal and tried to quickly pull away, but Seo-oh wouldn’t allow it.

Seo-oh’s palm went up Nam-woon’s spine, gently wrapping around the nape of his neck. At the same time, he turned his head slightly and dove his tongue between Nam-woon’s lips. It skillfully entered his mouth and greedily sucked in his saliva as if it had been waiting.

Slurp. Slurp.

What started as a light kiss quickly deepened. The thick tongue brushed against the delicate mucous membrane, making Nam-woon’s grip tighten. Seo-oh held Nam-woon’s hand tightly and pulled him in closer.

The light kiss became deep in an instant. Nam-woon’s grip tightened as his thick tongue rubbed his delicate mucous membrane. Seo-oh grabbed Nam-woon’s hand and hugged him tightly.

“Ah!”

Nam-woon stumbled at Seo-oh’s excited movements. His body was buried between the hangers.

“Are you okay?”

Seo-oh, with his eyes wide open, quickly caught the body that was falling. They looked at each other’s faces with surprised eyes, their shiny lips and soon their lips met again. Soft, light smacking sounds filled the air.

Seo-oh asked in a muffled voice, pulling away his lips that were wet with saliva.

“Should we skip going out to eat today?”

“…Didn’t you say it’s a place we reserved a month ago?”

“Well, we can always make another reservation.”

Nam-woon wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand and shook his head.

“I intentionally ate a small lunch today because you said we were going to eat something delicious… Let’s just go there.”

Nam-woon, who was fiddling with his ears in slight embarrassment, glanced up to gauge Seo-oh’s reaction. It seemed he felt a bit ashamed of having eaten less at lunch.

Ah, my heart hurts.

Seo-oh closed his eyes at the adorable words, gaze, and handsome face that made his chest tighten. Yes, if he speaks with that face, I should be understanding and endure. As Seo-oh moved back, Nam-woon said his lips felt swollen and hurriedly headed to the bathroom. Seo-oh intently watched his retreating figure as Nam-woon quickly walked away with the tips of his ears turning red.