Vol 3 Ch 18

A few days later, after seeing the box the courier brought, Inseop sent a message to Lee Wooyeon.

 

“There’s an international courier.”

 

He was about to check the sender and let him know, but the name was one he;d never heard of. As John and him rolled the box around, he received a message from Lee Wooyeon.

 

“It got here earlier than I thought.”

 

He seemed to know who sent it. Inseop stopped rolling the boxes and sent a message to Wooyeon.

 

“Are you done filming?”

 

Today was the day of the commercial shoot, and he was itching to go along and watch, but he didn’t want to be a nuisance, so he decided to be a grown-up and wait for him at home. The answer came right away.

 

“Almost. I’ll be right there.”

 

Inseop began to clean the house. He had a cleaning lady who came three times a week, so it was just a matter of tidying up.

 

As he was preparing the meal, he heard a knock at the front door and John peeked out. Inseop rushed over.

 

“You finished earlier than I thought. I’m preparing the meal….”

 

Wooyeon cupped Inseop’s cheeks in his hands and kissed him lightly.

 

“I didn’t bring you to Korea to make you cook.”

 

Wooyeon didn’t like the idea of Inseop doing chores around the house. In fact, if Inseop tried to run the vacuum cleaner, Wooyeon would take it away from him without a word and push it instead. Inseop thought that if he took a picture of that image and uploaded it, it would become an advertisement for a vacuum cleaner, but he quickly came to his senses and held out his hand. Of course, he never succeeded in taking the vacuum cleaner from Lee Wooyeon.

 

“…I’ve just prepared it, it’s no big deal.”

 

Lee Wooyeon said thank you and smiled sweetly.

 

He wondered when he’ll ever be able to be calm in front of that smiling face. He lowered his eyes, hoping he couldn’t hear his loud heartbeat.

 

“Where’s the delivery box?”

 

“What? Oh, I put it in your room over there.”

 

It must have been important for him to look for the package first, because he came back into the living room carrying a large package. Inseop wanted to ask what it was, but it seemed like too much of an invasion of privacy, so he just stood at a distance.

 

“Don’t you want to know what this is?”

 

“…I am curious.”

 

Lee Wooyeon patted his side with the palm of his hand. Inseop hurried over and sat down next to him. Lee Wooyeon began to neatly tear open the box with a paring knife. As he peeled back the cushioning, a familiar logo came into view.

 

“Uh….”

 

Inseop’s eyes widened in surprise.

 

“I guess you can buy anything with money these days.”

 

Wooyeon took the jumper from the Woodson High School football team out of the box. He patted the folds of the jumper and stretched it out, then put his arm through it. That was it. It was just a jumper over a T-shirt, and he felt like he was face-to-face with the boy he used to be.

 

Inseop stared at Lee Wooyeon with his mouth open.

 

“What do you think?”

 

“…….”

 

“Now, don’t I look good?”

 

“Uh, ah, no. .. it’s not that.”

 

Inseop quickly lowered his gaze. It was weird. Even though he knew that the person in front of him was Lee Wooyeon, his lover, he felt like he was in front of Philip, who he hadn’t dared to speak to back then.

 

His heart was pounding. Blood began to rush to his face. Inseop fanned himself with his hand to cool down.

 

[Don’t you like it?]

 

Startled by the sudden English, Inseop jerked back, repeating, “What?”

 

[I was just trying it on to look good for you.]

 

Lee Wooyeon squinted out of the corner of his eye and smiled mischievously. Whether it was his mischievous laugh or the jumper he wore in high school, he looked several times younger than usual today.

 

[I’ll take it off if you don’t like it].

 

“Oh, no. …You look great.”

 

Inseop replied with his head down. He felt like he was going to go crazy. He didn’t know how to react, and his lips were dry, but when he spoke English, he felt like he was talking to Phillip Levin.

 

What should he do, what should he say. …he wanted to run away.

 

“There are some of your clothes in there, too.”

 

Back to speaking Korean, Inseop looked up in surprise.

 

“Mine?”

 

Lee Wooyeon nodded. Inseop quickly rummaged through the box, hoping to lighten the mood.

 

“…I think it’s the wrong item.”

 

“It’s the right item.”

 

Inseop glanced back and forth between the Woodson cheerleading squad outfit in his hand and Wooyeon. He didn’t understand. He knew Lee Wooyeon can be a bit outspoken and often uses offensive language, but he swears he’d never asked him to cross-dress.

 

“Mr. Inseop first jumped into my arms while wearing this.”

 

“What? When did I?”

 

Lee Wooyeon rolled his eyes and laughed. “In my dream,” he replied shamelessly. Inseop looked at him like he was going to cry. He hoped he’d say, “I’m kidding,” and laugh it off, as he usually did.

 

“Try it on.”

 

“…Why?”

 

“I want to start from scratch.”

 

“…start what?”

 

“A relationship.”

 

Inseop broke out in a cold sweat at the incomprehensible flow of the conversation. Wooyeon leaned down and kissed him. His lips touched Inseop’s smooth cheek and then pulled away. It was a soft, gentle kiss that made his fingertips tingle.

 

“The s*x I had with you last time was so good.”

 

That day, Inseop managed not to cry and told Lee Wooyeon that he liked him again and again. Even though it turned him into a horny beast.

 

“I liked it so much that I masturbated several times that day while rubbing mine with Inseop’s cock, who was asleep.”

 

Lee Wooyeon’s commercial today was for a bank. He had heard that they don’t even hire celebrities unless they are trustworthy.

 

“I love fucking you so much.”

 

Inseop wanted to cry every time Lee Wooyeon said something vulgar in his trustworthy voice. He might have covered his ears if it weren’t for his lack of manners.

 

“That’s why I didn’t f**k you back then.”

 

Lee Wooyeon said, sweeping a strand of Inseop’s hair behind his ear.

 

“Because you were so pretty.”

 

“…….”

 

Now he was getting scared. Inseop stifled a sob and tried to ask Wooyeon to stop.

 

[Peter].

 

Until Phillip Levin appeared in front of him.

 

“…Uh….”

 

Lee Wooyeon smiled harmlessly. Like a Woodson quarterback running around the field under the blazing sun, cheered on by the crowd.

 

Inseop reflexively shook his head. Holding Inseop’s red cheeks, Lee Wooyeon asked, hid eyes shining like a mischievous boy.

 

[Can I make you cry today?]

 

He couldn’t tell what he wanted. What was clear was that Inseop was incredibly vulnerable to the man in front of him.

 

Inseop gave a small nod. A pleasant chuckle came from the bedside. Lee Wooyeon lowered his head. He kissed the boy on the other side of the barbed wire he thought he could never reach.

 

Days passed like a midsummer night’s dream.