Vol 2 Bonus Track

“What are you doing?”  

Standing in front of the bookshelf, Inseop jumped, swallowing his breath in surprise.  

“Oh, when did you get here?”  

“A while ago. I called you, but there was no answer, so I came up. What are you looking at that made you so startled?”  

The man, who had approached without a sound, leaned his head in and asked. Inseop mumbled, “Oh, it’s nothing.”  

“Nothing, huh? Were you secretly looking at some dirty pictures?”  

“No, I wasn’t. I don’t look at those kinds of pictures. I was looking at this.” Inseop, with his eyebrows furrowed, pointed to a framed photo. In the picture, the two of them were laughing, soaking wet. It was a frame Lee Wooyeon had gifted him.  

Lee Wooyeon let out a hum, smiling as he tugged at the corners of his lips.  

“So, it is a dirty picture.”  

“Pardon?”  

“The clothes are soaked, showing off skin. It’s a lewd photo. Look, you can even see your nipple, Inseop.”  

“No, you can’t. It’s not visible.”  

“Not visible, huh? Isn’t this your nipple right here?” 

His elegantly extended finger persistently rubbed the chest area of Inseop in the photo. Although he was only rubbing the photo, Inseop’s shoulders shrank back at the strange feeling it gave him.  

“That’s not what I think about. I’ve never thought that way. I just like looking at it.”  

“What do you like so much about it?”  

Lee Wooyeon, who had returned from his broadcast schedule looking perfectly put together, crossed his arms with an expressionless face.  

“Well, it’s just that we don’t have many photos together, and you gave it to me, and…”  

“And?”  

Lee Wooyeon, looking down at Inseop’s large eyes that seemed like they might overflow with tears if teased a bit more, felt a tight rush of blood below.  

“…Because you’re smiling in it,” Inseop continued, dropping his head down quickly.  

“Your smile—it looks nice. Not that you don’t look good otherwise, but, uh… it’s rare to see you smiling so widely. And even less so in a photo.”  

With a voice so small it seemed he was confessing something mischievous, Inseop fumbled for words. Lee Wooyeon tilted his head and gave Inseop’s lips a light kiss.  

“You like my smiling face?”  

“…Yes.”  

Inseop answered honestly, his face turning bright red.  

“Why do you like it?”  

Asking an unnecessary question, Lee Wooyeon kissed Inseop’s cheek again.  

“Why do you like it? Hmm?”  

Inseop’s face flushed deep red. Lee Wooyeon continued to press his lips to Inseop’s ripe cheeks, which looked as if they’d burst with juice if bitten.  

“…You look young.”  

“What?”  

“When you smile like that, you look like a boy. Full of mischief, so…”  

Lee Wooyeon bit down on Inseop’s lower lip. Inseop let out a soft whimper, but Lee Wooyeon didn’t stop biting his lip.  

“You like boys?”  

“…Pardon?”  

“You said you liked it because I look young.”  

Lee Wooyeon nibbled and sucked gently on his lip as he pointed to himself in the picture. With his wet bangs covering his forehead, he did look younger than usual.  

“So, you don’t like how I look now?”  

Dressed in a dark gray suit that gave him a more mature air, Lee Wooyeon asked this.  

“No, it’s not that. You look great. Really, you’re…”  

Their lips met again. Lee Wooyeon’s tongue gently swept through Inseop’s mouth, and Inseop parted his lips, quietly responding to the kiss.  

Lee Wooyeon’s large hand cradled the back of Inseop’s neck, and his fingers, warm to the touch, slowly traced down his slender neck.  

“…Should we go to bed?” Lee Wooyeon mumbled, his eyes half-closed. His aroused body pressed against Inseop’s stomach.  

A sweet and shivery sensation. Inseop felt his stomach tingle. He wanted to nod, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so, knowing Lee Wooyeon had come straight from an all-night shoot. As Inseop hesitated to answer, Lee Wooyeon interpreted the silence differently and took a step back, smiling.  

“Today was movie night, wasn’t it?”  

“…Pardon? Oh, yes.”  

Once a week, they would watch a movie at home together if nothing came up. Today happened to be the agreed-upon night.  

“Did you pick something interesting?” Lee Wooyeon asked, loosening his tie with one hand.  

“No, let’s watch it another time. You should rest, Wooyeon. You need to sleep.” Inseop quickly shook his head, worried that Lee Wooyeon hadn’t had a moment’s rest since the shoot.  

“We can watch the movie first and then sleep. I’ll wash up and come down soon.”  

“…Alright.”  

Though he felt a pang of disappointment, Inseop nodded obediently.  

Should I suggest he go to bed instead? Maybe say I’ll just be there beside him. No, that would sound strange. …Not that I’d mind that, but it’s not right. How could I ask that of him after he’s been working…  

“Inseop?”  

“Ye, yes?”  

Inseop startled, answering quickly as though he’d been caught thinking something improper.  

“I’ll be holding back my desire to have sex while we watch, so make sure it’s a good movie.”  

“Ah, yes, understood.”  

“I’ll wash up and be right back.”  

Lee Wooyeon lightly tapped Inseop’s cheek with the back of his hand and walked out of the room.  

Inseop was about to follow him out to brew some coffee when his gaze fell on the frame leaning askew. Quickly, he ran over and set it upright.  

Naturally, his eyes drifted back to the photo.  

“…It doesn’t look the least bit dirty,” he muttered in a slightly sulky voice.

The man in the photo was smiling as brightly as could be, a smile so infectious it lifted one’s spirits just looking at it. Suddenly, his mischievous grin overlapped with that of a boy Inseop had secretly admired back in the U.S. — Philip Levine, the prince of Woodson High.

Just thinking about those carefree summer days made Inseop’s face flush with warmth, and he quickly looked away from the man in the photo.

…I need to drink something cold, a very cold coffee with lots of ice.

Inseop rubbed his cheeks, went downstairs, brewed some coffee, and prepared a light snack to go with it. Sitting on the sofa, he thought, 

What movie should we watch? He’s probably tired, so something heavy is out of the question. And no loud, violent films either… So, what would be good?

While Inseop was deliberating with the remote in hand, Wooyeon, fresh from his shower, returned.

“Did you pick something?”

Inseop, meeting his gaze, found himself staring absentmindedly at Wooyeon’s face, his bangs falling slightly over his eyes.

“Inseop?”

Wooyeon playfully snapped his fingers in front of Inseop’s face.

“…Ye, yes?”

“What’s got you so deep in thought?”

“Oh, nothing.”

When Inseop quickly looked down, Wooyeon’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous glint.

“You’re not thinking about some other guy in front of your boyfriend, are you?”

“No, not at all!”

Although Philip Levine had crossed his mind, Inseop had not been thinking about anyone else, so he hurriedly denied it.

“Then what were you thinking about?”

…He couldn’t bring himself to say that he’d been thinking about Wooyeon’s younger self. It somehow felt wrong.

“A movie. I was just thinking about what movie to watch…”

“Oh, really? Did you decide?”

“Uh, yes…”

Inseop nodded before he even realized it. Wooyeon’s gaze shifted naturally to the screen. Inseop, caught off guard, pressed play.

With upbeat music, a garishly colored teen movie began. Wooyeon smirked, leaning lazily against the sofa. In his eyes, Inseop could see exactly what he was thinking.

Seriously, this crap is considered a movie?

Inseop subtly rubbed his sweaty palms on his knees.

…Oh no. He hates movies like this. Right now, he’s just cursing with his eyes, but soon he’ll start with his mouth, too.

“Inseop.”

“Yes?”

Startled by Wooyeon’s quiet call, Inseop looked over to him. Wooyeon leaned his head against Inseop’s shoulder, whispering softly.

“Is it okay if we watch like this?”

“…Yes.”

As soon as Inseop gave permission, Wooyeon’s arm wrapped around his waist. Inseop felt a gentle warmth spreading across his shoulder where Wooyeon’s forehead rested. With ease, Wooyeon closed the distance between them, pressing close. It was one of Wooyeon’s habits that Inseop had come to know since they started living together. Sometimes, he would snuggle up like this, almost as if he were seeking comfort. Whenever that large frame leaned in without any reservation, Inseop felt a wordless sense of fulfillment.

Inseop’s eyes naturally drifted to the face resting on his shoulder.

…He’s so handsome. How can someone look like this?

With each finely drawn eyebrow and feature that looked as if painted with painstaking care, Wooyeon’s face astonished him anew every time. Wooyeon often noticed Inseop staring, mesmerized, and would tease him playfully, asking if he liked his face that much. When Inseop would turn away in embarrassment, Wooyeon would grab his chin, make him look back, and add with a grin:

‘Take a good look. Stare at this face you love as much as you want until you get sick of it!’

No matter how much I look, I’ll never get tired of it. Actually, I think I like it more each time…

 Inseop forced himself to sit upright and focus on the screen.

At that moment, Wooyeon shifted slowly, resting his head on Inseop’s lap.

“Mind if I borrow your lap?”

The low voice came from below, sending a soft hum through his abdomen.

“…Go ahead.”

Inseop answered quietly. Each time Wooyeon’s warm breath grazed his legs, Inseop swallowed hard. Trying not to be affected, he fixed his eyes rigidly on the screen until, eventually, he glanced down and realized Wooyeon had fallen asleep, his breathing even.

“…Asleep?”

Inseop asked softly, but there was no reply.

You should sleep in bed.

He thought about waking Wooyeon, but decided against it. Wooyeon’s weight on his lap felt strangely comforting.

Just as Inseop picked up the remote to turn off the movie, he found himself drawn to the screen.

A nerdy girl who had just transferred to a small-town school was falling in love with the popular quarterback boy.

Barely ten minutes into the film, Wooyeon had already fallen asleep from the obvious and cheesy plot. Yet Inseop found himself unable to turn it off.

With the volume low, Inseop watched the movie, savoring this peaceful moment in their ordinary day.

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