CRANK 41

“Actually, I’m joining the filming starting tomorrow. So it’s fine.”

“…What?”

“Don’t worry and drink, Youngjun. I’ll take care of everything.”

“No, Actor. Didn’t you say you were going to rest for a week? Is it really okay for you to be on set for the filming tomorrow?”

“Of course. It’s fine, really.”

What on earth did he mean by ‘fine’? Woo Dobin kept repeating that it was fine, as if he were trying to soothe Youngjun.

“Drink your alcohol without worry. It’s really fine.”

“Actooor….”

My goodness. Youngjun gripped his glass tightly with moved eyes. As if he were truly relieved by the word ‘fine’ without any proper explanation.

“Um, Actor. If it’s not an inconvenience, may I call you Hyung?”

What?

“Oh, of course.”

Goodness gracious? Woo Dobin laughed happily, popped open a new can of beer, and handed it to Youngjun. Youngjun had already cleared away the empty cans and was chugging the new beer.

That bastard, seriously. Youngjun wasn’t naturally the type who could hold his liquor well. I saw a pile of beer cans stacked high under the table. Even the bottles of soju they’d mixed in, claiming there was some left over at home. This was enough to be more than just drunk.

What on earth did Woo Dobin joining the filming have to do with Youngjun drinking? I couldn’t understand what either of them was thinking. Especially Woo Dobin. Even if Youngjun was too drunk to see anything straight, why was he doing this?

“Hey, Woo Dobin. You….”

“Just a little more.”

What? A little more, what? Woo Dobin looked like someone who was waiting for something. He even looked a bit nervous.

“What the hell are you talking about? Why do you keep feeding him alcohol?”

Is he getting revenge on me or something? By making me film without Youngjun’s help? I was so dumbfounded that I snapped my head toward Woo Dobin, and at that moment—

Thump—Youngjun, who had been nodding off, dropped his head.

“…Crazy. Kim Youngjun!”

“Shh.”

As if he had been waiting only for that, Woo Dobin jumped up, slung Youngjun over his shoulder with ease, and headed toward the bed. Even while drunk, Youngjun was muttering things like, “Dobin-hyung…. Hyung…. Hyung, you’re really a personality….” Woo Dobin dumped Youngjun onto the bed, covered him with the quilt, and turned off the bedroom light.

The process was so neat, as if it had been calculated in advance, that I couldn’t add a word and just blinked blankly. What on earth is he doing?

After closing the middle door, Woo Dobin came and sat right next to me. It was the exact opposite of how he had acted as if he had no interest in me until now. He turned his body entirely toward me and was examining me from head to toe.

Only then could I properly face Woo Dobin’s face. The face I was seeing for the first time in three days was, as expected, annoyingly handsome, but that wasn’t the problem.

“Why do you think I made Youngjun drink?”

“…You.”

This expression…. I had seen it before. So, clearly….

Woo Dobin’s hand wrapped around the nape of my neck, and in an instant, he closed the distance. Ah, I remembered. That was the expression. The brazen expression he had worn at my house.

“I did it for this.”

Peck—our lips bumped lightly and pulled away.

“Hey.”

“This is for what I couldn’t do on the 3rd.”

Peck—as if to stop me from speaking, our lips bumped again and pulled away.

“This is for what I couldn’t do on the 4th.”

“What on earth are—”

“And this….”

Just as I felt his large hand wrapping around my nape, Woo Dobin’s lips had landed on mine. Unlike the previous times when they had quickly pulled away, his lips had no intention of separating. With a damp sensation, Woo Dobin’s tongue carefully caressed my lips. It was a meticulous kiss, as if he were trying to count the wrinkles on my lips.

When I opened my mouth involuntarily at the tingling sensation in my waist, Woo Dobin intruded into me without hesitation. Woo Dobin’s tongue sucked on my delicate mucous membranes and tickled the roof of my mouth. The sticky, embarrassing sound of saliva echoed.

My body kept being pushed backward. The moment a moan of pain was swallowed down my throat, Woo Dobin, who had been driving me into a corner as if he couldn’t help it, took a deep breath. As if he were trying to calm himself down.

I felt his hot breath between our overlapping lips. When I nibbled on Woo Dobin’s lips, missing his tongue that had slipped out at some point, I felt the hand wrapped around my nape flinch and tremble.

The kiss that felt like it would never end finally concluded, and I urgently gasped for the oxygen I lacked, my two hands resting on Woo Dobin’s shoulders.

“…Haa, hoo….”

Perhaps because the oxygen was flowing back in, my senses were gradually returning. I’d kissed him for the second time, Woo Dobin.

“This was today’s kiss.”

I snapped my head up and glared at Woo Dobin. Asking if he could call that just a kiss. Embarrassed himself, Woo Dobin averted his eyes and mumbled.

“Because I couldn’t see you for three days….”

Looking aggrieved, Woo Dobin scrunched up his face, then hugged my waist and buried his face in my chest.

“I missed you. It’s good to see you.”

Woo Dobin rubbed his face against my neck and chest like a puppy and took a deep breath. The scent of the same shampoo I used hit me.

Then, as Woo Dobin lifted his head from just under my chin, he was showing off a dazzling beauty even at an angle that would make anyone else look a bit ugly. Woo Dobin was wearing a roomy white knit sweater, and with his messed-up bangs combined with the face slightly flushed from the kiss, he really was….

“Why were you avoiding me?”

“What?”

I snapped out of my trance at the question that had popped out as if he were feeling wronged. If there was any relief, it was that. Because I had almost been mesmerized by that face again.

“You were avoiding me, the whole time.”

Woo Dobin acted like a stray dog. He dropped his eyebrows and kept pressing his body against mine. It felt like I had become a major criminal just for not properly entering the house for a measly three days.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Did he ask if I did something wrong? Looking down at Woo Dobin’s soft, jet-black hair that was still rubbing against my chest, I felt a bit stunned.

If he asked it like that, I had nothing to say. Because it wasn’t Woo Dobin who did something wrong, but me. Because I had become aroused by Woo Dobin, had a wet dream, and that’s why… that’s why I was afraid to meet him again.

It was the same just now. Hadn’t I hungrily bitten his lips because I couldn’t bear for the kiss to end? I was avoiding him because I was afraid something like this would happen again. Because Woo Dobin kept provoking me, and I was afraid of getting swept away by it.

“Let’s go home, okay?”

“…Go where?”

I pushed Woo Dobin’s face away.

“I’m going to sleep here.”

I shouldn’t be in the same space as Woo Dobin. If I were, it would just be the same thing over and over.

I had to put distance between us somehow so I could find out exactly why I’d had a wet dream about Woo Dobin, if I was really gay, or what… didn’t I? Only then would I be able to solve the problem.

“How can you sleep here.”

“Why can’t I? I have to leave with Youngjun anyway, so I can just sleep roughly and go.”

“Filming is in the evening tomorrow.”

“What? How do you know that again….”

I whipped my head around and glared straight at the other side of the middle door where Youngjun was sleeping. That bastard must have told him everything.

“Let’s go home, okay?”

“…I said no.”

“There’s no bed, no quilt, how on earth….”

“I can just sleep roughly.”

To prove I wasn’t just saying that, I brought the padding jacket I’d left in the corner and laid it out on the floor. As I patted it to flatten it out, Woo Dobin looked at me with an unreadable expression.

“…It’s because of me, right?”

For a moment, it felt like my heart had plummeted.

“What….”

Could it be that he knows everything? How much? That I had a wet dream about him?

“I saw it.”

Fuck, what? What did he see? I had to ask right away, but my body had stiffened and wouldn’t move. What on earth? Surely not….

“Inside the washing machine, I saw it. Sunbae’s und….”

“Hey!”

That was when I let out a loud shout. Bang—a loud noise came from the other side of the middle door.

We simultaneously jumped in surprise and lifted our heads. It seemed Youngjun had probably been startled by my shout, tossed and turned, and bumped into the wall.

“Sunbae’s underwear….”

I covered Woo Dobin’s mouth with my hand. It seemed this crazy bastard intended to keep talking even with Youngjun there. With his mouth blocked by my hand, Woo Dobin stared at me fixedly.

“Haa….”