GBAS 66

After that, Jooin went from one member’s house to another, relying on their hospitality.

The last stop was Namyoung’s house. After hearing Jooin’s story, Namyoung’s mother, who had shed a flood of tears, offered him a rooftop apartment near the band’s practice room, and just like that, he gained another refuge.

She insisted that since things had come to this, she absolutely had to pack him a lunch, so he was even dragged against his will to the CSAT testing site. In his hands was the same lunchbox as Cheon Namyoung.

Perhaps because he took the test with an empty mind, the results were the best he had ever gotten. He could have been the top-ranked student upon admission, just as his father had so desperately wished, but that was useless now.

All he wanted was the freedom to not be tied down by anyone, and his music.

“Ah.”

Click, clack.

Jooin, who was moving the mouse, stopped scrolling on one screen.

<The Frontier> Inven Free Board

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Author: chu03

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[Free/Chat] He said it wasn’t him, you f***ers

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If you want to keep spreading rumors, bring some evidence and then talk.

Otherwise, shut the f*** up;

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List | Comments (19)

Dorongdorong: Damn, their fighting power is insane

RedRiver: lololol the fangirls must be seriously triggered

GoForBroke: I was getting sick of the constant chanting about him being a player or a leech lol. You guys, cut it out.

└ CutiePretty: Have you ever thought that maybe the reason you’re sick of it is because you spend too much time on forums? lol. Everyone’s saying it, isn’t that practically a fact?

└ GoForBroke: ‘Practically’ a fact, my ass. That’s like saying compound chocolate is 99% cacao.

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A few hours ago, a post had been uploaded with a screenshot of the moment Hyunwoo had intervened between HoneyButter and him. It was the very scene where he told Hyunwoo, who was asking if the rumor was true, that he had never done such a thing.

There were only a few comments, but the sarcastic posts that had been popping up every ten posts or so had completely vanished. It was to the point where I wondered if he had mentioned it with this outcome in mind.

Just as I was scrolling up and down with the screen open, there was a knock on the door.

Jooin shot to his feet and ran towards the entrance. Standing on the tiles with his bare feet, Jooin placed a hand on the lock and hesitated. Then he asked.

“…Who is it?”

“Who do you think it is? It’s me, Hyunwoo.”

Relieved, Jooin undid the double lock and opened the door. Outside stood Hyunwoo, holding plastic bags in both hands that looked heavy at a glance.

“Why are you asking who it is? Did you call someone else besides me? By any chance, is it Mr. Cheon Namyoung again this time?”

This was the first thing he said as soon as the door opened.

Jooin, letting out a hollow laugh in disbelief, looked the defiantly standing Hyunwoo up and down. He hadn’t planned on going out, but Hyunwoo was dressed up so nicely that it made him feel a little disappointed.

“Is this why you were late?”

When he looked up with impassive eyes and asked, Hyunwoo, who nodded as if it were obvious, smiled and asked.

“Yes, since I have to look good. How is it? Do I look okay?”

He had been acting strange since the afternoon, and it seemed he had made up his mind to be confrontational. When Jooin stared wordlessly at the bags in his hands, Hyunwoo, sensing his gaze, answered immediately.

“Last time I was here, I noticed you didn’t even have anything to drink in the fridge.”

Jooin took one of the heavy-looking bags and quickly moved away.

“Come in.”

After placing one bag in front of the shoe rack, Jooin took the remaining one from Hyunwoo’s hand and headed to the kitchen. While Hyunwoo was unlacing his leather combat boots, Jooin, who had brought in the bag he left at the shoe rack as well, rummaged through the bags full of items.

Beer and soju, fruit drinks. Vegetables and meat, snacks, and even socks. But inside the bags, something that should have been there was strangely missing.

Jooin tilted his head in confusion and was about to head back towards the entrance.

“What is it? Do you need something else?”

Hyunwoo, who had just taken off his shoes and stepped up, was standing right in front of him.

“What?”

Jooin, who had been staring up at the person standing tall before him, reached out his arms and suddenly wrapped them around Hyunwoo’s waist.

“Uh, uh-oh. Hyung! No matter how happy you are to see me!”

Hyunwoo’s shoulders shot up as if they would touch the ceiling in surprise.

“Shh, stay still.”

“No, why are you touching my butt. What are you, what are you doing! We haven’t even had dinner-!”

Jooin’s hand, having infiltrated Hyunwoo’s back pants pocket, swept through the inside. Just as Hyunwoo, who had been debating whether to hug him back or not, was about to wrap his arms around the shoulders in front of him, Jooin pulled away.

In the hand of Jooin, who had stepped back a few paces, was a crumpled box of condoms.

“I thought so.”

Hyunwoo, whose jaw had dropped in front of the smirking Jooin, let out a gasp of admiration.

“…Wow, wow!”

As Jooin dangled it from his fingertips and tossed it onto the mattress, a horrified Hyunwoo pressed a hand to his forehead.

“Anyway. Why did you buy so much stuff?”

Hyunwoo, who had frozen like a statue and let out a long sigh, watched Jooin’s back as he headed to the kitchen to organize the things he brought, and then spoke.

“Wow, seriously. Is that the only thing on your mind, hyung?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Jooin turned around and stared intently at Hyunwoo. And what about you? With a look that seemed to ask that, Hyunwoo clamped his mouth shut, scratched his cheek awkwardly, and swallowed.

“We-well.”

Muttering, Hyunwoo entered the kitchen and flung open the refrigerator to organize the drinks Jooin had taken out. The fridge, which used to contain only a few side dish containers, was now for some reason filled with things like pork belly and grapes.

“…Sniff.”

Looking back and forth between the unopened fruit juice and the ingredients that were clearly just bought, Hyunwoo sank to the floor in front of the refrigerator and covered his mouth.

Jooin, who was sorting the items from the bags by category, noticed him and asked.

“What are you doing.”

“I’m not crying.”

“What?”

“I’m really not crying.”

He’s talking nonsense again.

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Sizzzzzle-

A thick piece of beef was placed on the heated frying pan.

“Good.”

Pleased with his perfect timing, Hyunwoo nodded his head. Then he turned to Jooin sitting beside him and gave him a thumbs-up.

Jooin was watching the scene as if it were fascinating. He had lived here for five years, but today was the first time all three burners of the gas stove were lit.

On the three lit burners sat a large pot and two frying pans, respectively. Pasta noodles were in the pot of boiling water, beef was in one heated pan, and butter, carrots, and some green vegetables were in the other.

“Hmm-hmm-. Uh-hmm-hmm.”

Jooin, who was peeking over the shoulder of Hyunwoo humming as he tended to the flames, suddenly looked around. With two people standing in the small kitchen, it felt cramped.

After watching what Hyunwoo was doing for a moment, Jooin ended up bringing a chair from outside, taking a seat in front of the makeshift dining table, and began to watch in earnest.

“Your girlfriends must have liked it.”

He too was aware of the fact that men who could cook were popular with everyone, regardless of age or gender. To Jooin’s question, Hyunwoo nodded and answered.

“Of course. They basically lived at my place just to eat this.”

“Really?”

“Ye-, I mean, no. What did I just say.”

In a short time, Hyunwoo’s cooking was nearing its end.

After tossing the perfectly boiled noodles in sauce, Hyunwoo swirled them neatly and looked for a plate. Jooin stood up and handed him the largest plate in the house, and Hyunwoo nodded, saying it was perfect.

Steak, cut into uniform pieces, was placed on top of the neatly arranged pasta. Hyunwoo decorated the sides with perfectly cooked carrots, asparagus, and onions in order, then looked at Jooin and asked.

“Where should we eat this?”

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Feeling troubled by the plate placed forlornly on the yellow linoleum floor, Hyunwoo pouted and grumbled.

“Wow, seriously. So romantic.”

It was not like he was reading from a textbook. Jooin glanced at Hyunwoo, who spoke in a clipped, monosyllabic manner, and let out a small laugh as he retorted.

“This is a rooftop apartment. What more do you expect.”

“Still. You should at least have a table where two people can face each other and eat. At least a folding table-!”

“What for? It’s not like you’ll be coming often.”

“…”

At Jooin’s words, Hyunwoo clamped his mouth shut and stabbed his fork into the pasta he had made.

Jooin, who had already served the food onto his own plate, twirled the thick, saucy noodles expertly and put them in his mouth. He thought Hyunwoo had put a lot of salt in when boiling the noodles, but he was amazed at how perfectly seasoned they were.

“It’s good.”

“Right? You want more already, don’t you?”

After chewing and swallowing a piece of moistly cooked meat, Jooin tidied the area around his lips with the tip of his tongue. Hyunwoo, who had taken out a tissue he brought, reached out his hand as if to wipe his mouth for him.

Jooin put down his plate, snatched the tissue from Hyunwoo’s hand, and said with a sigh.

“You’re acting up again.”

Jooin silently watched Hyunwoo, who had quickly become sullen at the coldly uttered words, and then added.

“There’s a limit to how many times I can let it slide because you’re cute.”

At that, Hyunwoo’s eyes sparkled, and he asked back with an excited face.

“What? Hyung, you think I’m cute?”