LS Ch 28

As his body stiffened, his hand became wet and sticky. He wanted to take deep breaths, but with Yiwon still over his lips, it was difficult. Not being able to breathe properly gave him a dizzy feeling, as if white flashes were appearing before his eyes.

But Yiwon didn’t stop moving his hand. He hadn’t climaxed yet. With Jewoo’s climax making his hand wet, a squelching sound accompanied each movement. The slippery sensation from the aftermath of his climax spread again, causing a shiver to run through him.

“Just a moment, ugh, Kang Yiwon, please…”

He barely managed to turn his head to free his lips and pleaded, but it seemed like Yiwon didn’t hear. The sound of Yiwon’s heavy breathing mixed with the squelching noise from below, creating a chaotic symphony. With the dizzying sensation spreading through his body once more, he couldn’t tell what was happening.

The sound of flesh rubbing seemed to grow louder, and with it, the stimulation below intensified. The continuous rubbing now felt numb.

“Jewoo hyung…”

A voice, tight and trembling, was heard. Yiwon, who had been rubbing his lips against Jewoo’s neck, lifted his head to seek Jewoo’s lips again. Like someone thirsty, he bit and sucked on Jewoo’s lips before pushing his tongue inside. The rough exploration of his mouth made Jewoo’s head spin.

Yiwon found Jewoo’s tongue and sucked on it hard. At the same time, he tightened his grip below. Another hot liquid spilled over the already wet hand.

Haah, haah… The heavy breathing, indistinguishable from whose, filled the silent bedroom.

“My hand…”

Jewoo opened his mouth, taking long breaths.

“Guess we need to wash.”

Muttering while showing his messy hand, he heard Yiwon chuckle. Looking up, he saw Yiwon laughing with his head down, shoulders shaking.

“What’s so funny?”

He asked a bit grumpily, and Yiwon looked up at Jewoo. His eyes were still full of laughter.

“Just… because I’m happy.”

It was such a simple, cheerful answer.

“Happy, huh.”

My head feels like it’s going to explode. Even though he had been swept along and climaxed together, the realization was slowly sinking in. He pushed Yiwon away, and he willingly moved to lie beside him. Both below and his hand were a mess, and he should go wash, but after climaxing, he didn’t want to move.

“Ah, this is such a hassle.”

Muttering to himself, Yiwon raised his upper body to look down at him.

“Can you get me a towel?”

“Will that be enough?”

“Then should I carry you to the bathroom?”

He seemed genuinely willing, which made Jewoo even more reluctant.

“Forget it.”

If he left it any longer, Yiwon might really carry him, so he sat up. Seeing the mess below where theirs had mixed, he couldn’t even sigh. It had splattered up to his stomach, and his shirt was stained, meaning he needed to change clothes too.

What have I really done?

His neck felt stiff, but on the other hand, there was nothing to do now but accept what had happened.

Feeling the bed move, he turned to see Yiwon getting up as well.

“Why are you up?”

“I need to wash too.”

Was he suggesting they wash together? Jewoo narrowed his eyes at him. Meeting his gaze, Yiwon smiled as if to ask what the problem was.

“Wait.”

“Huh?”

Yiwon tilted his head at Jewoo’s commanding tone, like talking to a dog.

“Wait. Until I’m done washing.”

“Why not wash together? The bathroom is spacious.”

“Absolutely not.”

When he answered firmly, Yiwon, who had been watching him quietly, slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

“Are you scared of me?”

“Yeah.”

Answering without hesitation made Yiwon flinch, seemingly not expecting that response.

“I know you’re capable of anything, so I’m just protecting myself.”

At his added comment, Yiwon let out a scoff, but he didn’t seem upset.

“Now you’re properly aware of me.”

He smiled, satisfied.

I’ve been aware of you for a while. I was just desperate not to show it. But now, that doesn’t seem to matter anymore.

He didn’t voice the thoughts swirling inside. After calmly entering the bathroom and closing the door, he finally covered his face with his hands.

What do I do now? It seems like there’s no turning back.

The first time is always hard, but from the second, it gets easier. Moreover, for a while, he would have to share the same room with Yiwon. He couldn’t find a reason to keep his distance anymore or to reject Yiwon when he pushed forward.

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While waiting on set, Yiwon was flipping through the script. Even though he had already memorized all the lines, checking and re-checking was a habit of his. Jewoo, now used to this, rested his chin on Yiwon’s shoulder, looking at the script together.

“Ah, here.”

Pointing at a scene with his finger, Yiwon turned his head to look at Jewoo, who was leaning against him.

“I talked with the director, and he thinks changing the line a bit would make it more natural.”

While Jewoo relayed what he had discussed with the director, Yiwon watched him with a slight smile.

“Are you listening to me?”

Jewoo rolled his eyes to check Yiwon’s face.

“I’m listening.”

It was a short answer, but his voice was incredibly gentle.

“Listen closely. Don’t just look at my face.”

Jewoo grabbed Yiwon’s head with one hand and turned it back towards the script. Even while explaining the scene again, Yiwon kept stealing glances at Jewoo’s face. Jewoo knew but pretended not to notice.

“Does sharing a room have some effect?”

Sihyeon, who was watching from a few steps away, muttered.

“It’s not ‘sharing a room.’ We have two bedrooms even if in the same suite.”

Jewoo corrected her, though he seemed not to be listening.

“It’s the same thing.”

“It’s different. Very different.”

It was Yiwon who countered. While saying the same thing, their reactions were slightly different. Where Jewoo simply stated the fact, Yiwon’s face was full of regret.

“Are you guys so close because you can’t share a bed?”

Sihyeon asked in jest, and he didn’t deny it.

“Really?”

Looking serious, Sihyeon saw Yiwon just smirk.

“Take it easy on him. He might cry.”

Even while clicking her tongue, Sihyeon added her comment to Jewoo.

“He comes in on his own even if you don’t.”

Sihyeon’s face stiffened at Jewoo’s nonchalant response. What, are they really sharing a bed? She looked like she wanted to ask, but thankfully, she didn’t voice it out loud, perhaps worried about the aftermath.

“Sir, I need to touch up your makeup.”

The makeup artist came looking for Jewoo, signaling that filming was about to start. With the weather getting warmer, frequent touch-ups were necessary.

“Kang Yiwon.”

Only after Jewoo had moved away did Sihyeon call out to Yiwon. Until then, Yiwon had only been watching Jewoo’s departing figure, as if he was going somewhere far away.

“Are you serious?”

At Sihyeon’s question, Yiwon smiled gently.

“Why the ‘are you’?”

With his returned question, Sihyeon just stared at Yiwon silently.

“I was serious from the start.”

Yiwon didn’t try to hide it. He had been so upfront from the beginning that everyone took it as a jest. But it seems it wasn’t.

“You’re not just immersed in your role, are you?”

“Who knows.”

Yiwon turned his head again to look at Jewoo, who was getting his makeup touched up in the distance. His expression softened as Jewoo’s image filled his eyes. It was impressive how everyone had taken his open affection for Jewoo as a prank. Recently, even the staff had grown accustomed to it, treating Yiwon and Jewoo almost like a couple. The atmosphere on set was such that no one really cared about where the line between jest and sincerity lay.

“One thing’s for sure, I wouldn’t have taken this role if Jewoo wasn’t my co-star.”

Sihyeon frowned as she listened.

“Weren’t you and Jewoo meeting for the first time in this project?”

Yiwon’s answer could be interpreted as him taking the role to get close to Jewoo from the beginning. Yiwon only smiled without answering.

“But why doesn’t Jewoo remember?”

If they had met before, it was odd that Jewoo didn’t remember. Han Jewoo was practically a pro at social interactions, remembering even the faces of supporting actors or extras he worked with.

“Maybe I wasn’t that memorable.”

That answer didn’t make sense. It was Kang Yiwon, a face hard to forget once seen. If even Kang Yiwon wasn’t memorable, then who would be?

“Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s all in the past.”

Yiwon seemed unbothered by being the only one to remember.

“There won’t be any forgetting from now on, so that’s settled.”

At his added comment, Sihyeon swallowed her sigh. Even though he was speaking with a gentle smile, why did his words sound so chilling?

Han Jewoo, isn’t your chastity in danger?

She considered giving Jewoo some advice but decided against it, shaking her head. It wasn’t her place to interfere in someone else’s love life. Whatever their relationship was, she didn’t need to meddle. Jewoo didn’t seem to dislike Yiwon. Although his gaze towards Yiwon wasn’t completely the same, the distance between them had significantly lessened at some point.

Whether this was because their characters’ emotions had developed or because they started sharing a room, she couldn’t tell.