LS Ch 55

Thanks to Kang Yiwon, Jewoo was practically forced to say goodbye to the music director and composer before leaving the recording studio. He pulled out his phone to call Jiho, who had disappeared earlier, but Yiwon swiftly snatched it from his hands.

“Who are you trying to call?”

“Jiho hyung. Just letting him know we’re done so we can leave.”

“He already left with our manager earlier.”

So? Jewoo gave Yiwon a look as if to ask what that had to do with anything. Even if Jiho had left, shouldn’t they at least call and tell him to come back? Jewoo wasn’t in a rush, but didn’t Yiwon say he had another schedule?

“You don’t have anything after this, right?”

The confidence in Yiwon’s voice almost made Jewoo laugh.

“I do, according to you. You already told them I was busy, remember?”

Jewoo’s response made it clear he hadn’t forgotten how Yiwon had decided his schedule for him. Instead of answering, Yiwon just grinned and grabbed Jewoo’s wrist, pulling him along.

“Hey! Kang Yiwon! Where are we going?”

Was it okay to just take off without telling their managers?

“I have the car keys. Swiped them earlier.”

That explained why their conversation had felt so one-sided. Jewoo couldn’t keep up with Yiwon’s train of thought.

“What about the managers?”

“We’re not far from our agency. If they really need to, Jiho hyung’s manager can give him a ride.”

How reckless. Well, it wasn’t like their managers were kids who’d get lost, but that wasn’t the point.

“I thought you had work?”

“I do.”

“But you’re ditching your manager?”

“As long as I have Han Jewoo, that’s all I need.”

What was that even supposed to mean?

“My schedule from now on is spending time with Han Jewoo.”

Yiwon said it with an easy smile, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. So, the “schedule” for which he had turned down dinner with the music director… was Han Jewoo? Jewoo sighed in disbelief, and before he knew it, they were already in the parking lot. Yiwon pressed the car remote, and with a beep, the headlights of a sleek black car blinked.

“Where are we going?”

Jewoo asked as he got into the car without much resistance.

“My place.”

“Your place?”

It made sense. Yiwon’s face was too recognizable to be wandering around in public, and this was an awkward time of day for going out anyway. But still, it was unexpected.

“I want to look at you as much as I want, without any distractions.”

Ah. That made sense. If he wanted to see him properly, it was better to go somewhere private.

“And I don’t plan on letting you off easy today.”

“Huh?”

Jewoo didn’t understand what that meant, so he turned to Yiwon for clarification, but Yiwon just smiled mischievously.

“Give me my phone back.”

Jewoo could tell he wouldn’t get an explanation no matter how much he asked, so he just held out his hand. This time, Yiwon returned the phone without a fuss.

Jewoo quickly sent Jiho a message, letting him know he was heading out with Yiwon. After a brief moment of hesitation, he added a request for Jiho to make sure Yiwon’s manager was taken care of as well.

Not even a minute after sending the message, Jiho called him.

“Where are you going?”

“To Yiwon’s place.”

Ah. Yeah, that was probably for the best.

Jiho seemed to think the same way, as he accepted the answer right away. His immediate agreement was oddly amusing, making Jewoo chuckle. Yiwon, noticing this, shot him a glance.

“Even though I know he’s your cousin, I don’t like it.”

Yiwon muttered as if talking to himself.

“What?”

“I don’t like seeing Han Jewoo smile because of someone else.”

Jewoo was momentarily speechless at the unexpected complaint.

“I want you to smile only for me. It feels like a waste to let others see it.”

“Should I just quit acting, then?”

“That’s not what I meant…”

Yiwon trailed off, as if even he realized how unreasonable he sounded. He let out a small groan.

“It’s just how I feel.”

Despite his words, it wasn’t as if Yiwon was truly being possessively jealous. Jewoo knew that, which was why he simply smiled and patted Yiwon’s head.

“What’s this? You’re treating me like a kid.”

Yiwon grumbled, but he didn’t push Jewoo’s hand away.

“You’re not a kid, but you are cute.”

“Cute? Me?”

“Yeah. Surprisingly cute.”

Yiwon made a strange expression, as if he wasn’t used to hearing that. He’d probably been told countless times that he was handsome or cool, but “cute” was rare.

“You don’t just go around calling anyone cute, do you?”

Jewoo blinked at the unexpected question.

“Like the actresses you worked with? You’ve acted with a lot of people younger than you, right?”

When he’d worked as a child actor, and even after he grew older, there were always younger co-stars. But that didn’t mean he had thought they were all cute. He’d only ever used the word for very young child actors.

Then why did Kang Yiwon seem cute?

Jewoo couldn’t quite figure it out himself. It was just a natural thought that came to him.

Was it bad that even Yiwon’s ridiculous jealousy seemed cute to him? Was he getting a little too far gone?

That thought made him chuckle. Maybe he was just blinded by affection. Or maybe… Kang Yiwon was simply too good-looking.

Or maybe, I’m just weak for a pretty face.

The more he thought about it, the further he drifted from anything logical or rational.

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The moment they stepped into the apartment, Yiwon grabbed Jewoo’s arm and turned him around. Before he could even take off his shoes, his back hit the front door with a thud. He winced at the impact, but before he could react further, Yiwon’s face was suddenly right in front of his.

A hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in, and their lips crashed together.

Yiwon’s tongue pushed into his mouth with urgency, seeking out Jewoo’s own and tangling with it. Jewoo wrapped his arms around Yiwon’s neck, pulling him closer. Tilting his head, Yiwon deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in even further. Their breaths mixed, the sound of their lips meeting filling the space.

When Jewoo tilted his face to catch his breath, Yiwon instantly chased after him, as if even the air between them was too much distance.

A kiss alone was enough to make me dizzy. Yiwon’s relentless advances blurred my vision. My lips tingled from Yiwon biting and sucking on them, moving from top to bottom.

“Wait a moment… ugh, Kang Yiwon, stop!”

I pushed him away with both hands. Yiwon seemed more urgent than usual. It felt like we might end up doing it right there in the entrance.

Yiwon stepped back slightly, breathing heavily. But the distance between us was still too close.

“You’re too excited.”

Jewoo’s gaze dropped lower. Between our crossed legs, Yiwon’s bulge kept brushing against me.

“You deserve praise just for holding out this long.”

His voice was filled with desire. I realized that if he hadn’t controlled himself, he might have actually done it in the car. My mouth went dry at the thought.

It had only been a week… Though I was trying to calm Yiwon down, I could feel the heat rising within me too. As the kiss deepened, blood rushed downwards, making me throb. It seemed like I needed to tell myself to calm down, not Yiwon.

“Let’s go inside first.”

I gestured towards the living room with my eyes, and Yiwon stepped aside with a deep sigh. I took off my shoes and entered, but I wasn’t sure what to do next. Though we had paused, I could still feel Yiwon’s gaze following me.

There was no mention of having dinner. Truthfully, I wasn’t feeling hungry; my body was burning with a different kind of hunger. Maybe I should have just let him do whatever he wanted. I had stopped him at the entrance because it didn’t seem right, but now I was even more confused about what to do.

“Should we take a shower?”

I asked Yiwon, but my mouth went dry again, and I bit my lip. He had been staring at me intently and now walked towards me with determined steps. I instinctively tried to step back, but his arm wrapped around my waist.

“Let’s shower together.”

Without waiting for a response, Yiwon pulled me into the bathroom.

“Okay, okay, just let go of my arm.”

I almost tripped over my own feet as Kang Yiwon hurriedly dragged me along. He held my waist firmly, preventing me from falling, but I didn’t like being pulled around like this.

He opened the bathroom door and pushed me under the showerhead, turning on the faucet. Cold water suddenly poured over my head. Normally, I would have shivered from the cold, but my body was so heated that I couldn’t even feel it.

Yiwon pressed me against the wall with both arms, trapping me between him and the tiles. As I looked up, his face was right in front of mine. If I tilted my head just a bit, our lips would meet again.

“Can I at least take off my clothes…?”

It was a pointless protest since the shower water had already soaked me through. I didn’t even have a change of clothes, and there was no time to worry about that. Yiwon kissed the back of my ear with a soft sound, making me shiver. Then he nibbled on my earlobe.

Ah, I don’t know what to do anymore.

I wrapped one arm around Yiwon’s neck and pulled him closer. His lips trailed down my neck. The sound of the shower mixed with Yiwon’s ragged breaths.

Every time he bit my neck, my body trembled. Yiwon kept biting the hollow between my neck and shoulder hard enough to leave marks, then soothing the spots with his tongue. I knew there would be bruises, but I didn’t care anymore.

His large hand slipped under my shirt, caressing my bare skin. The wet shirt clung to my body, making it uncomfortable. Yiwon grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head.