The heat pressed down again, invading his half-sleep, the weight heavy on his body. But Song Hyunsoo no longer startled at it.
This was Yoon Jooho’s house, the second-floor guest room, and the weight pressing on him was surely Yoon Jooho’s arm.
It had been about a week since he moved in.
Almost every night, he spent time with Yoon Jooho before falling asleep. Sometimes playing with Monroe, sometimes watching movies together, or mixing various cocktails at the bar.
Whatever they did always ended in intense skinship.
It was a natural and expected progression. A young couple in the prime of their youth, newly dating, spending nights alone together — they wouldn’t just gaze at each other.
Even if they didn’t have intercourse, they always shared sticky caresses until climax. Though there was no penetration, the intensity of their touch was indistinguishable from sex.
With his plain, expressionless face, Yoon Jooho relentlessly pursued his vigorous desires every time.
Most days, they fell asleep without needing to write or keep the TV on. Since coming to this house, Hyunsoo hadn’t even opened the calligraphy book. Yoon Jooho seemed the same.
A few days ago, they watched with Matt Damon and Jude Law on the sofa in his bedroom.
About twenty minutes into the movie, when Jude Law takes Matt Damon to a jazz club and performs freely on stage before inviting Matt Damon up with him, Yoon Jooho smiled and shook his head.
‘Ah… no matter how many times I watch, it’s Jude Law who made the first move, isn’t it?’
Song Hyunsoo couldn’t agree.
‘What’s so “making the first move” about that? They were just hanging out together.’
‘He was radiating charm, pulling him in, letting him experience the same world. And you’re telling me Matt Damon wasn’t hooked?’
‘He’s just a naturally attractive person. What can you do if he’s charming just being himself? By that logic, senior made the first move on me.’
Yoon Jooho’s face drew close behind Hyunsoo’s shoulder, his long arm resting on the back of the sofa. His face, reflecting the TV’s light, whispered at a distance so close their lips nearly touched.
‘Now you get it?’
And then a kiss.
A lie. At first, he hadn’t even been interested in me.
Even knowing that, he couldn’t deny that the sweet lies of someone you love were more intoxicating than any truth.
Besides, who made the first move wasn’t important to Song Hyunsoo. Whoever started it, he knew Yoon Jooho’s heart now.
From then on, they desperately threw themselves at each other.
Without counting who went first, they tossed clothes off under the sofa, kissed, and Yoon Jooho’s member slipped between Hyunsoo’s thighs as he climbed on top of him.
By the time the screen faded to black after showing Matt Damon sitting dazed on the bed, Hyunsoo was sitting on Yoon Jooho’s knees, having his chest sucked.
They had tangled for two hours with the movie still playing.
That night, they fell asleep together in his bed.
But fundamentally, Song Hyunsoo tried to guard his own space.
He was happy to be invited to sleep in Jooho’s bedroom anytime, but everything felt too fast.
They hadn’t built their emotions gradually — since starting to date, things had moved so quickly it was hard to keep up.
Before he knew it, they were dating, then he was living in his house, then introducing him to Jung Ho.
Of course, these were all things he had agreed to, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been swept along by the current. He thought he needed to find his own pace from now on.
As Jung Ho said, Yoon Jooho was a dangerous man — like Jude Law in .
Excessive charm could sometimes become a spell that clouded one’s judgment. He wanted and loved Yoon Jooho, but he had no intention of blindly following his spell.
In fact, because he loved him, he was even more determined not to.
Right now, Yoon Jooho was driving the relationship at a dizzying speed, and Hyunsoo felt that if something collided with that pace, it would shatter. So he thought he needed to rein himself in.
That said, whenever Yoon Jooho touched his cheek or ear first, looked at him with those deep, wet eyes, and pressed their lips together, he lost all sense of control.
Last night, he thought he’d been let go upstairs willingly, but within an hour Yoon Jooho had barged into the room.
Wearing only an open robe over pajama pants, he wandered restlessly around the room.
He rifled through the few CDs, trying to play one on Choi Hongseo’s audio system, opened the wardrobe and gave a running commentary on the clothes.
Then, approaching Hyunsoo at the desk, he began his usual caresses.
‘Even though I’m here, you’re just going to sit there at the desk, huh?’
‘No, aren’t we really… too beastly?’
‘You don’t care that I’m downstairs, do you?’
Leaning down, his lips kissed deep into the nape of Hyunsoo’s neck, trailing from collarbone to behind the ear, making his body languid.
‘I thought maybe we should have days when we don’t do it…’
Hyunsoo tightened his grip on the pen in his hand, stroking Yoon Jooho’s hair with the other.
Yoon Jooho frowned, displeased.
‘That’s worse for your body.’
Together they jumped onto the supersingle bed, and unlike the bed downstairs, this four-legged bed squealed and groaned for about an hour.
Afterward, Yoon Jooho fell asleep right there in the room, making an excuse that he was too sleepy to go downstairs.
Waking up next to Yoon Jooho no longer surprised Hyunsoo, but that didn’t mean he was numb to it. He still wasn’t fully used to the fact that they were dating.
Today, however, the position was different. Yoon Jooho wasn’t hugging Hyunsoo like a body pillow from behind, but they were facing each other.
Hyunsoo’s own arm was draped over Jooho’s torso, lips touching bare skin somewhere near his chest.
The warm body heat and the peaceful breaths settling onto his hair tickled him.
Compared to merging their bodies and exposing their most private parts, this close embrace before sleep was more embarrassing.
Like someone afraid of horror movies, Hyunsoo squinted slightly, raising his eyelids.
His collarbone was in front of him, and when he lifted his head along the line of his neck, Yoon Jooho was looking down at him, contrary to his expectation.
“Not sleeping?”
“About ten minutes.”
Pressing Hyunsoo’s crown with his chin from below, he teased. His arms held Hyunsoo’s body tightly, tighter.
With no distance between them, the partner’s hard erection pressed against Hyunsoo’s upper abdomen, while Hyunsoo’s pressed into Yoon Jooho’s thigh.
Holding his body close, Yoon Jooho traced his bare spine with fingertips, while pushing his stiff member against him from below.
Grasping Yoon Jooho’s bare side, Hyunsoo hesitated, mumbling.
“Hey, aren’t we too promiscuous?”
“In what way?”
His tone showed no sympathy.
Remembering the calligraphy book still sitting where he’d left it, Hyunsoo tried to lean back.
“The old story, Cowherd and Weaver Girl.”
“Ha… what suddenly with Cowherd and Weaver Girl?”
Yoon Jooho sighed and released his hold as he tried to pull Hyunsoo closer to hug his back. Rolling onto his back, he lay facing the ceiling, his bulge still prominent.
Gathering himself, Hyunsoo got up first and slipped into his rabbit slippers.
“They were newlyweds so obsessed with each other they neglected their duties, so the Heavenly Emperor got mad and separated them. Don’t you know that?”
“Interesting new interpretation.”
“I just softened it to tell kids. It means those young newlyweds were totally obsessed with each other, always kissing and… you know.”
“So you’re saying the Heavenly Emperor left me alone because he was scared of getting mad?”
“All old stories contain life wisdom.”
“You’ve been practicing your lines harder than before.”
“That’s true, but…”
His part-time job as a script reader was three days a week, but ever since they started living together, they talked about their scripts whenever they had time — regardless of the scheduled days.
Their stories about Lee Sol, Lee San, and Baek Kang had grown beyond the original script.
“Anyway, we did it even in the early morning, so tone it down now.”
“Why?”
“My stuff’s moving in today. I should do something productive.”
Today was the day his belongings from Bogwang-dong were arriving. Since he was visiting his hometown tomorrow, he planned to finish all the unpacking today.
Yoon Jooho, sitting on the edge of the bed, leaned back and smirked crookedly.
“If we were man and woman, we’d be making babies. I think there’s no activity more productive than that.”
Throwing the robe he wore last night at him, Hyunsoo scoffed.
“You say that well.”
“What again?”
“If I were a woman, I wouldn’t have let you into this house.”
Hmph. Feeling embarrassed at being caught, Yoon Jooho tilted his head and laughed low. It was a smile that accepted Hyunsoo’s words as fact.
Watching his infuriating yet irresistibly charming smile, Hyunsoo fled to the bathroom attached to the guest room.
Since I’m not a woman, such hypotheticals were meaningless anyway. But still, there was a slight bitterness he couldn’t shake: if I were a woman, I wouldn’t have moved in here, and I wouldn’t have been so close day and night without worrying about having kids.
He could somewhat understand why past lovers who hadn’t fully opened their hearts to him felt hurt and distanced themselves.
But as someone who wasn’t a woman, he couldn’t dream of marriage or children with him.
So between them and me, neither side had the upper hand.
Yoon Jooho, still wearing the robe, followed him into the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste onto his own toothbrush beside Hyunsoo, who was brushing his teeth.
Just as Hyunsoo’s toothbrush was in the bathroom downstairs, this one was ready here as well.
A sign that they weren’t just simple roommates but a couple living together.
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