The room was filled with heat, their bodies pressed together and panting.
That warmth touched the cold surface of the window, turning into condensation.
Song Hyunsoo, slumped against the seat as if he had melted into it, watched absentmindedly as a drop of water slid down, struggling to catch his breath.
“Here.”
Yoon Jooho brought a lit cigarette to Song Hyunsoo’s lips.
Like a baby bird taking food from its mother, Song Hyunsoo simply opened his mouth and took the filter between his lips.
He took a drag and tried to move the cigarette to his fingers, but his arms felt as heavy as lead.
All he had done was finish once.
Even without full-on intercourse, there was a vast difference between climaxing while bearing the weight, force, and fierce touch of Yoon Jooho, and finishing by himself.
The amount of energy drained was incomparable.
“……”
Slowly smoking, Song Hyunsoo’s gaze shifted left, toward Yoon Jooho.
From the ever-present ‘Doraemon’s Pocket’ bag containing everything, Yoon Jooho pulled out a towel and wiped away the glistening fluids from Song Hyunsoo’s stomach and chest.
Watching him silently, Song Hyunsoo suddenly jolted in surprise.
“Ah, it’s, it’s fine! I’ll do it myself!”
The towel was about to go between his legs, even deeper.
Yoon Jooho pushed Song Hyunsoo’s chest back against the seat.
“Can’t I even take care of my own lover?”
“……”
“You can’t even lift your arms right now. Just smoke your cigarette.”
It was embarrassing to spread his legs and expose himself, but in the face of Yoon Jooho’s serious expression, he couldn’t resist.
It was as if he was saying this mattered to him.
After carefully wiping under his buttocks and the insides of his thighs, Yoon Jooho finally wiped himself down.
He rubbed the pronounced abs between the deep grooves of his torso, then began cleaning his own member.
He ran the towel over it, as if it was still twitching, then spread his legs and nonchalantly wiped between his testicles and thighs.
That unconcerned attitude only stirred Song Hyunsoo further.
Maybe because the afterglow still lingered, the way Yoon Jooho behaved so brazenly with such a prince-like face kept drying out his lips.
After tossing the towel aside, Yoon Jooho rummaged through his bag and handed Song Hyunsoo a fresh pair of underwear.
They sat side by side, only in their underwear and pants, smoking cigarettes.
Yoon Jooho hadn’t even fastened the front of his pants, sitting with his body slouched as he lit another cigarette.
His tense muscles, still awash in sexual excitement, stood out more sharply than usual.
Song Hyunsoo reached out and stroked his deltoids and biceps.
Yoon Jooho obediently let him, then glanced back at the languid Song Hyunsoo and leaned forward, kissing his lips above the cigarette.
Watching the moist lips cling and then part, Song Hyunsoo opened his mouth in a dreamy voice.
“Sunbae, your Parents.”
“……”
Yoon Jooho’s eyebrows twitched as he let out a long puff of smoke. Song Hyunsoo continued.
“They’re not going to give up and back down, right?”
“Of course not. But they can’t make any rash moves either. They know I have evidence that could work against them.”
If they decided they couldn’t attack Yoon Jooho through the issue with Lee Seokyung, there was a high chance they’d try another approach.
Just as Yoon Jooho had said, and as Song Hyunsoo had witnessed that day, those people weren’t the type to tuck their tails and withdraw so easily.
The name that had been bothering Song Hyunsoo all along finally came out.
“Jung Sungwon sunbae, what’s his deal?”
As expected, Yoon Jooho’s face immediately soured.
“That’s not a name I want to hear from your mouth right now.”
“I’m asking because I have a hunch.”
Tapping the cigarette into the detachable car ashtray, Yoon Jooho explained with a reluctant face.
“He’s with Look Planning, and… well, he’s a guy who cozies up to the CEOs. And lately, he keeps hanging around you, which is really pissing me off. That’s who Jung Sungwon is.”
“That’s what I mean.”
“What.”
“That sunbae keeps hovering around me.”
“……”
“At first, seeing someone like him—who’s neither popular nor rich—cling to me, I wondered if he was really interested in me.”
“I’m telling you, he really is interested in you.”
Bringing the filter to his lips, Yoon Jooho spoke firmly.
“Sunbae, you act like you’re not jealous, but you’re totally hopeless.”
Rising from his slumped position, Song Hyunsoo reached for the ashtray. Yoon Jooho pushed the one in his hand over to him. Then, exhaling a thin stream of smoke, he spoke quickly.
“You’re not wrong. You are his type.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“You don’t believe me?”
“It’s not that. Whether or not I’m his type, I’m just not interested.”
“Even if you don’t care, just imagining some guy seeing you as a sex or dating target pisses me off. It makes my skin crawl, I want to throw up, I want to kill him.”
“What are you, a grade-schooler?”
It was such a simplistic outpouring of emotion, but somehow, Yoon Jooho seemed entirely sincere.
The way he turned away to smoke, looking so cute from the side, made Song Hyunsoo keep laughing. He slung his arm over Yoon Jooho’s bare shoulder, resting his chin on the end.
“What are you going to do when I become a Top Star later? You said you’d make me a Top Star.”
Cigarette hanging between his fingers, Yoon Jooho glanced over. The distance was so close he had to lower his eyelids to focus.
The look in his eyes, filled with affection beneath those long lashes, was as sweet as the post-coital bliss.
“So, just for now, stay as my Song Hyunsoo. Don’t bring up any other guy’s name, okay?”
“You’re the reason I brought up his name, sunbae.”
“How so?”
“I’ve only got one thing, even though I’m broke and unknown.”
“……”
“Yoon Jooho. Yoon Jooho’s attention.”
Looking at him like, ‘What do you mean by that?’, Song Hyunsoo suddenly pressed a kiss to Yoon Jooho’s cheek and slid off his shoulder.
Then, as if nothing happened, he brought the filter to his lips and added,
“In my opinion, what Jung Sungwon is after isn’t me, it’s you. To be exact, your weakness.”
Is he even listening to me right now?
Yoon Jooho’s face, slowly rubbing the cheek where Song Hyunsoo had kissed him, looked completely dazed.
He had the expression of a naïve boy, stunned after getting a sudden peck from his crush.
How could he have been moving his hips on top of me just a moment ago and now look like that? What a shameless beast.
“Here. Take a look at this.”
Song Hyunsoo showed Yoon Jooho the messages he’d exchanged with Jung Sungwon.
Yoon Jooho, forgetting to even smoke, propped his elbow on his thigh and silently studied the glowing screen.
Meanwhile, Song Hyunsoo stubbed out the shortened butt.
Yoon Jooho read through each message thoroughly, as if dissecting them one by one, before coming to a conclusion.
“This… I think I have to consider this cheating.”
“That’s all you have to say after reading everything?”
“You were secretly exchanging messages with another guy behind my back. That’s cheating.”
“What are you saying. I kept them on purpose, in case it’d be useful later.”
“How does messaging with this guy help, in any way, for any reason?”
“If your Parents are using Jung Sungwon to find your weak point, then we could use that against them too.”
“Use it against them?”
Yoon Jooho looked like he couldn’t care less about that topic.
“If we just sit and wait for them to make a move, we won’t know where the attack will come from. So instead, we should provoke them. Throw out some bait.”
“The bait is Jung Sungwon, and you’ll handle him?”
“That’s right.”
As soon as he finished, Song Hyunsoo tried to take the phone from Yoon Jooho’s hand, but the moment he grabbed it, Yoon Jooho snatched it back.
“No.”
“Why not? Don’t you get it after reading those messages? The target isn’t me, it’s you.”
“I don’t care what the reason is. I’m not going to sit back and watch you flirt with another guy.”
“What flirting? It’s just a conversation between sunbae and junior.”
“How does this look like a conversation between sunbae and junior? One side’s obviously hitting on you.”
“And the other side is clearly shutting him down.”
Yoon Jooho looked down at Song Hyunsoo with a dissatisfied face, then turned away and brought the cigarette to his lips.
“Not sure. I can’t really tell if you’re shutting him down.”
Watching his turned head and muttered words, Song Hyunsoo couldn’t help but grin.