MDQ Ch 2

“Hyung, wipe off some of my sweat. It’s too hot.”

“Got it, Saebit.”

This time, I skillfully took out a small fan and a powder puff.

Park Saebit was Given’s main dancer and a member whose fatal charm was his aegyo.

He was sensitive to both heat and cold, so his temperature had to be carefully monitored. In the summer, I always had to carry a small fan with me, and in the winter, ten hand warmers were a basic necessity.

I used the small fan to cool his sweat and dabbed his face with the powder puff to remove the moisture.

“Lately I feel so sad realizing that you’re getting older. Hyung, aren’t you going to become a grandpa soon?”

Despite the cute babbling tone, the underlying content of his words annoyed me slightly.

I’m still in my twenties. Just a little older than them, not old at all.

But I didn’t show my annoyance and smiled. If I argued here, Park Saebit would definitely sulk.

When Park Saebit sulks, it lasts at least a week.

Better for me to endure. Absolutely.

“Why did you suddenly say that?”

“Your hand holding the fan is shaking. You can’t even hold that tiny fan properly. Should you take some herbal medicine or something?”

He probably wasn’t seriously suggesting I take herbal medicine. It was more like a subtle scolding to hold the fan properly.

Park Saebit often spoke indirectly like this, subtly scolding others. After three years with them, I had learned this well.

Of course, there was a reason my hand was shaking.

‘Park Saebit changed his outfit so many times today for the final stage…’

I couldn’t leave all the outfits for stylist Eunjung-ssi to carry, so I had been lugging them myself, and my arms were sore. Even holding a small fan was difficult.

“Sorry, Saebit. I’ll hold it properly.”

Though I had much to say, I ultimately apologized.

After all, with the encore stage coming up, there was no reason to upset the members.

“Hyung, you’re really… I’ll let this slide. Consider yourself lucky—it’s only me.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m good and cute, right?”

“Of course. You’re the cutest, Saebit.”

Only then did Park Saebit smile satisfactorily. He loved hearing that he was being called cute.

Phew, at least those two were calmed down.

I turned to the other two members.

Kang Junhyuk, who usually played mobile games whenever there was free time, was unusually quiet today. And Jung Yohan…

“…”

In an instant, our eyes met.

His pitch-black eyes showed no clear emotion. His expression was utterly blank.

It was completely different from the bright smile he had worn on stage just moments ago, giving people dreams and illusions.

I swallowed hard. Jung Yohan’s cold demeanor still hadn’t grown any easier to get used to, even after three years. My shoulders felt a little stiff.

Jung Yohan was the one who moved first.

He got up from the sofa and gestured with his chin, signaling me to follow.

“Saebit, are you okay now? Has your sweat cooled down?”

“Yeah.”

“Then can I step out for a moment?”

“Where to?”

“Bathroom.”

“Wash your hands twice and come back to continue with the fan, got it?”

“Okay, I’ll wash them ten times.”

I forced a smile and left the waiting room.

I saw Jung Yohan had already walked some distance ahead, never once looking back after calling me.

Compared to Seoho’s attitude and Saebit’s sharp words, what Jung Yohan had been asking of me was far more difficult. I exhaled, feeling the heat.

Jung Yohan. He was Given’s main vocalist and leader, a member loved by many for his gentle and caring nature.

In front of the camera, he acted like the kindest person in the world.

His unburdened kindness shook many hearts. Among them was my father’s.

“Yohan is as kind as our Lee Hyunwoo.”

My father couldn’t help but like Jung Yohan, who even resembled my brother in his kindness.

But, as Given’s manager for three years, I knew Jung Yohan’s true self.

He was putting on an act of kindness—extremely sharp and quick-witted.

His real side was almost cold-blooded. He was particularly indifferent toward me, though I never fully understood why.

Walking down the long corridor of N Broadcasting’s old building, he occasionally greeted fellow singers and staff warmly.

Yet he still didn’t look at me, following silently behind him, as if I were a ghost.

I should have been used to his bluntness, but I felt a strange disappointment at times, perhaps wishing he’d look at me at least once.

Jung Yohan finally gave me a glance only when we reached the nearly deserted old building bathroom. He opened the door and nodded toward me, signaling me to go in first.

I pressed my lips tightly together and entered the gap in the open door.

Soon, I heard Jung Yohan follow and lock the door.

Unlike the open-structured restrooms in the new building, the old building restroom at N Broadcasting had doors made of frosted glass.

Without looking back, I entered the largest stall. Soon, I heard his heavy footsteps.

Click. When the sound of the bathroom door locking echoed, a large shadow fell over me.

I looked up at him, even his shadow radiating an overwhelming presence.

“…”

His pitch-black eyes, impossible to read, radiated a strange heat.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, like shades. He looked extremely sensual.

I swallowed dryly. Though this wasn’t the first “time” like this, I always became tense at this moment.

With a blink, those sensual eyes were now inches from me.

His hands gripped my waist tightly, always warm regardless of the season. Even if he didn’t hold me so firmly, I wouldn’t have tried to escape.

As if following a predetermined sequence, I closed my eyes and felt soft lips pressing against mine. It was Jung Yohan’s lips.

He gently bit my tightly closed lips, making a small opening for his tongue.

Through the slight gap, I felt his hot breath.

His tongue roamed inside my mouth as if seeking more. Before I realized it, my body was pinned to him.

Frozen, unsure of what to do, I clung to Jung Yohan.

I still wasn’t fully used to kissing him, but once it happened, my body relaxed without my control.

Not because I liked men or skinship, but because he was good at kissing.

My lips were feverishly kissed, and my breathing grew increasingly ragged. The kiss, relentless and indifferent to my condition, left me gasping for air.

I pushed against his chest to signal “let go,” but he didn’t move.

“Hyung, you could open your lips more.”

Every time I parted my lips to breathe, I heard his lazy warning to kiss properly.

Jung Yohan only let me go after kissing me for as long as he wanted.

I exhaled sharply.

“Haah…”

Even as I gasped awkwardly, Jung Yohan remained calm.

“Manager Lee, why don’t you kiss properly?”

“S-sorry.”

“Did you forget I’m meeting your father tonight?”

“No…”

Jung Yohan held my chin firmly and spoke without any emotion.

“Then you have to do it properly. If not, I might change my mind, you know.”

To his sharply cautionary words, I, like a parrot, repeated the same word I had said over and over again today.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll go out first. Fix your clothes properly before coming out.”

“Okay…”

Soon, I heard Jung Yohan leave the bathroom.

I slumped down and exhaled deeply.

‘What a state I’m in…’

I rubbed my face, and it felt hot. Then, I belatedly noticed that my pants were slightly damp.

It was funny that I got aroused by a kiss devoid of love, purely for desire.

Closing my eyes, I heard my heartbeat thundering in my ears.

Do I like Jung Yohan? Even when I asked myself that, I wasn’t sure of the answer.

At first, the shocking kiss felt strange, but now I might have grown somewhat accustomed to it, even feeling fluttered.

The absurd act of secret kisses between a manager and member began two years ago.

For two years, we’ve been fulfilling each other’s desires through a kind of “deal.”

I recalled a past event that I still remember vividly.