DP Side Story Episode 13
by BrieDeep Pivot Side Story, Episode 13
…Lieutenant, you really don’t know how handsome you are.
Maybe it’s the way your straight, high nose bridges so perfectly, or your strong, dark brows. Even when he was right in front of him in the flesh, Yeon-woo always felt like he was looking at a scene from a black-and-white classic film.
At this point, Yeon-woo could confidently say he’d watched plenty of movies with Seo-joon—but not once had he seen an actor better-looking than him.
Whenever those neatly closed lips curved into a relaxed, charming smile, his throat would go dry for no reason. And those gray eyes, set beneath deep eye sockets, reminded him of galaxies swirling in the depths of space—just meeting them made his heart lurch.
He was sure he wasn’t the only one who felt this way.
Tch… Jealous for no good reason, Yeon-woo suddenly pulled Seo-joon into his arms. Seo-joon blinked, puzzled, and gave him a faint smile. Even that casual smile was too handsome—and that just made Yeon-woo even grumpier.
“Why the pout, Yeon-woo? What are you upset about now?”
“I don’t know… You’re just too cool, Lieutenant.”
Yeon-woo tugged his hood down to hide his face and mumbled sulkily into Seo-joon’s shoulder. Seo-joon let out an incredulous laugh.
“Weren’t you saying just a minute ago that I look bad in photos? And now I’m ‘too cool’?”
“When did I say you look bad? …I just said the camera doesn’t do you justice.”
“Same thing.”
Yeon-woo, refusing to entertain Seo-joon’s nonsense, kept stuffing cake into his mouth. Even the bit of whipped cream smeared near his lips somehow looked like a deliberate styling choice—like something out of a photoshoot or commercial.
No matter how many photos they took—hundreds, thousands—there was no way they could ever capture all of this. Of course not. Nothing could match the real-life version of his Lieutenant. Yeon-woo simply committed his face to memory, taking in every detail with his eyes.
“Even if the rose-tinted glasses ever come off… it’s too late. I’m yours for life, Yeon-woo. I’m not going anywhere.”
No refunds, you know. Seo-joon grinned, completely unaware of the turmoil he was stirring up, tossing out such a ridiculous joke. Yeon-woo, staring quietly at those infuriating lips, stuffed the final bite of cake into his mouth.
“Lieutenant, you really are something else.”
He doesn’t even know what he looks like…
A faint sunset began to spread across the vast surface of the water. It was about time to start moving before the sun dipped any lower.
Sand sank softly beneath their sneakers. Cool, crisp air filled their lungs with every breath. With their fingers gently intertwined, the two of them walked along a quiet, secluded stretch of beach, planning their next trip.
By the time they were due to visit NASA, the weather would likely be much warmer, so they agreed it would be a great idea to head straight to LA afterward and enjoy a proper vacation. As Yeon-woo browsed LA’s tourist spots on his phone, he turned the screen toward Seo-joon.
“Then… I want to go here too.”
Seo-joon glanced at it and nodded without protest. It was that famous theme park—where, for some strange reason, everyone seemed to end up wearing mouse-ear headbands, regardless of age or gender.
Seo-joon was already imagining snapping hundreds of photos of Cha Yeon-woo with a ridiculous headband on his head.
“…Do you think we could take Jeong-woo too?”
“We can ask Dr. Yoon.”
“He’d love it if he could come.”
“I’ll try to help convince her.”
“Lieutenant…”
“…”
“Could you please stop taking pictures now?”
“Don’t mind me. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Seo-joon answered Yeon-woo’s thoughtful musings dutifully while continuing to press the shutter non-stop.
Yeon-woo with his hair blown wild by the sea breeze. Just-cute-for-no-reason Yeon-woo. Yeon-woo covering his face with his hands. Yeon-woo failing to snatch back the phone. Yeon-woo hiding under his hoodie. Yeon-woo running away…
Each press of the shutter captured dozens of nearly identical shots in burst mode.
Once he started, he couldn’t stop. Today, Seo-joon was discovering every single feature of the camera app he usually never touched. If he added up all the photos he’d taken in his life, they still wouldn’t outnumber what he saved in his gallery today.
“Ah! Lieutenant! Seriously, stop!”
Yeon-woo’s whining and Seo-joon’s laughter scattered faintly across the open beach. As Seo-joon coaxed and teased him into posing, he let out a sudden sigh.
“I think… I might’ve found my future dream, Yeon-woo.”
By now, the sea was bathed in crimson. A golden veil shimmered across the endless rippling surface, as though someone had crushed gold bars into dust and scattered them across the waves.
Seo-joon busily captured twenty-one-year-old Yeon-woo in front of that breathtaking backdrop. Since Yeon-woo was far too shy about being photographed, the entire process resembled something between a high-speed chase and a wrestling match.
That late-blooming passion—“Become Cha Yeon-woo’s personal photographer”—only settled down after Yeon-woo finally managed to wrest the phone away.
The ocean-view pension nestled in the woods—Yeon-woo’s pick—turned out to be far better than Seo-joon had expected. While it didn’t have all the amenities of a hotel, the warm, homey atmosphere and even the welcome kit were surprisingly high in quality.
Seo-joon tossed the neatly ribbon-wrapped kit onto the bed, the blue satin bow still perfectly tied, and went around the room checking for cleanliness.
“Lieutenant, come here for a second.”
Yeon-woo had flung open the curtains wide, marveling at the view outside. Seo-joon came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist, tilting his head to see what Yeon-woo was looking at. A wide, uninterrupted ocean view stretched out before them—no fishing boats, no distractions.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Aren’t you glad we came here?”
A smile spread across Seo-joon’s lips as he gently cupped Yeon-woo’s chin and placed a light kiss there. It was still early evening, and the view looked stunning now—but he knew well that come nightfall, this same view would turn into a pitch-black void, offering little to admire.
Still, Seo-joon didn’t bother saying it out loud. After all, by then, he and Cha Yeon-woo would be far too wrapped up in each other to spare a thought for the scenery outside.
He watched Yeon-woo’s profile fondly, eyes focused intently on the view in front of them. Seeing his lover so delighted over something as simple as the ocean made Seo-joon feel just a little guilty about how many times he’d been thinking of pushing him down on the bed.
He made a quiet promise to himself—to show Yeon-woo more of the world, more beautiful things. Those bright, shining eyes stared at the sunset-streaked sea for a long time. But to Seo-joon, the waves in Yeon-woo’s gaze were even more beautiful than the real ocean beyond the glass.
“……”
Catching Seo-joon’s eyes, Yeon-woo smiled softly and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. Then, drawing him in and wrapping him in a loose embrace, he planted slow, tender kisses along his cheek, the curve of his ear, and the nape of his neck.
“Lieutenant…”
Soft words were whispered between their touching lips.
“When you look at me like that… it makes me really shy.”
Their tangled legs shifted awkwardly as they stepped away from the window. Seo-joon subtly guided Yeon-woo toward the bed, smiling as he did.
“How was I looking at you?”
“With those dirty eyes.”
“That’s only because you’re too beautiful, Yeon-woo.”
Yeon-woo’s long legs bumped against the edge of the bed with a soft thud. As he sat down, Seo-joon climbed onto the mattress, knees pressing into the sheets, and leaned in for a kiss.
Smack, smack. The quiet sounds of lips and skin meeting echoed gently across the cozy bed. As they bit and suckled each other’s lips, breath and warmth mingled, the tension between them steadily rising.
Yeon-woo, letting out a shaky breath into their joined mouths, fumbled at Seo-joon’s waistband. Click. The sound of his belt unfastening was followed by curious fingers sliding up under his shirt.
As if it were a challenge to see who could strip the other faster, Seo-joon swiftly pulled Yeon-woo’s T-shirt over his head. Their lips, parted for only a moment during the motion, rejoined eagerly as if they couldn’t stand even that brief separation.
“Haa… Lieutenant…”
Seo-joon’s broad body collapsed onto the bed with a soft thud. He climbed fully over Yeon-woo, lacing their fingers together and pinning his hands above his head as he pressed their lips into a deep kiss.
“Nn—Lieutenant, wait a second—”
They really needed to ban words like “wait” or “stop” from being used on the bed. Seo-joon, hiding his growing impatience, silenced Yeon-woo’s protest with his mouth. He deliberately deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along the roof of Yeon-woo’s mouth, tangling with his until their mouths overflowed with heat and breath.
“Ngh—w-wait a sec. I… I need to go out to the c-car for a bit!”
“……”
Yeon-woo twisted and dodged the kiss, blurting out in a panic. Seo-joon, who had been slowly grinding against him, suddenly stilled. He ran a hand back through his hair, trying to swallow down the rising frustration.
“…Why the car, all of a sudden?”
His voice came out lower than intended, a bit too calm—clearly an effort to hide how flustered he was. Yeon-woo, squirming his hands where they were still pinned by Seo-joon’s grip, spoke in a small voice.
“I left the gel… and, um, the other thing… in the car…”
He must be out of his mind. He was seriously about to go all the way to the parking lot—a ten-minute round trip—for that. At this point, it was like his lover thought something catastrophic would happen if they didn’t have lube and a bumper.
Seo-joon smiled in a way that could only be described as benevolently menacing, and whispered, “I see…”
“I’ll just go grab it real quick—”
Seo-joon nodded as if he were going to agree, all while continuing to kiss Yeon-woo’s lips softly, his hand wandering around his waist. The gentle, tender kisses gradually eased the tension from Yeon-woo’s stiffened body.
As if to reassure him, Seo-joon kept up the kisses—until his hand suddenly slipped beneath Yeon-woo’s underwear.
“Why bother going for that stuff,” he murmured, lips brushing against Yeon-woo’s ear,
“when your personal, walking bottle of lube is right here?”
“Nn….”
The swollen flesh, trapped tightly inside his damp underwear, trembled and peeked out, as if shedding tears under Seo-joon’s merciless grip.
“You were fine going in raw at first, weren’t you?”
“Nnh… still…”
“Still what? Can’t you see your dick’s already so soaked it’s all puffed up and tender?”