Side Story 1: Long Take : Part 8

“That’s because you’re Yoon Jooho, sunbae.”

It’s something that only happens to drama protagonists—the nation’s top actor showing interest in someone like me.

I never even imagined it.

“We have to leave now. Are you trying to seduce me?”

“How is that seduc—uh, um… Se, um…”

Song Hyunsoo tried to continue, but his lips were swallowed up by Yoon Jooho.

Chok, chok, the kisses that had barely touched the surface soon deepened.

The moment their lips pressed so hard they almost melted together, a warm, wet tongue parted his lips and slipped inside.

“Mm…”

Song Hyunsoo’s eyelids drooped limply, loosening, a savoring moan leaking from his throat.

Without taking his lips away, Yoon Jooho lifted Song Hyunsoo by the underside and sat him on the sink countertop.

Because of the sink’s height, Song Hyunsoo’s face now rested slightly above Yoon Jooho’s.

Hyunsoo spread his thighs to let him in between.

Yoon Jooho’s hands firmly grasped Hyunsoo’s hips, pulling him flush to his own lower abdomen.

They pressed together tightly, rubbing every part of their bodies against each other as much as they could, filled with passion.

Song Hyunsoo ground the insides of his thighs along Yoon Jooho’s waist, pressing his groin against the actor’s taut stomach.

Yoon Jooho slipped his hand into Song Hyunsoo’s thin loungewear pants, squeezing the flesh of his buttocks.

Because of their fervent grinding, the towel slung over Yoon Jooho’s hips slipped down in a soft whisper.

Thud. The sound as it hit the floor echoed unusually loud, even though it was just a towel.

“Seuh, sunbae.”

Song Hyunsoo barely managed to slip his tongue free from Yoon Jooho’s grasp, urgently calling him.

“We really have to go now…”

“I know.”

Then stop already.

“Hh, hhp, uhm.”

Yoon Jooho plunged his tongue deep into Hyunsoo’s mouth, and the hands gripping his butt pushed even further down.

It felt as if his fingers might slide inside at any moment, and Hyunsoo’s muscles tensed up instinctively.

Trying to push him away by grabbing his broad shoulders, Hyunsoo twisted his head, spitting out the tongue from his mouth.

“I really said that’s enough now.”

Deprived of his lips, Yoon Jooho now attacked Hyunsoo’s nape.

Even after biting the bare skin of his shoulder and pounding his back with his fist, he wouldn’t budge.

“If you keep this up, I’ll get hard!”

The sensation of Yoon Jooho’s breath tickling his ear as he licked along his nape sent shivers down Hyunsoo’s spine.

Inside his thin loungewear pants, his penis stirred as it rubbed against Yoon Jooho’s abdomen.

Hyunsoo pounded at him in frustration.

“I told you, I hate it when you start something you can’t finish.”

Yoon Jooho’s fingers, nestled beneath Hyunsoo’s buttocks, twitched, stimulating his perineum.

Even though they’d climaxed twice last night after coming home from the West Sea Bar, their hungry bodies now craved each other again as if they’d starved for weeks.

Yoon Jooho traced the rim of Hyunsoo’s ear with his hot tongue, whispering.

“I’ll take responsibility. We can do it in the back seat.”

His voice, strained and broken with desire, was irresistibly sexy. Still, no was no.

To keep from collapsing beneath Yoon Jooho’s unrelenting advances, Hyunsoo wrapped an arm around his neck, this time practically pleading.

“I don’t want to do it when someone’s sitting in the front seat. Ah, sunbae, seriously.”

Even so, Yoon Jooho wouldn’t let go. He pressed Hyunsoo’s erection firmly to his lower belly, even rolling his hips.

“You really don’t listen, do you?”

As he sucked on Hyunsoo’s earlobe, he bit down gently on the cartilage, making him flinch.

“Mm! Ugh.”

Hyunsoo clamped a hand over his mouth and tilted his chin up.

The pain zinging through his body was almost electric.

Nyaang.

Monroe’s cry echoed through the air. It was sharper than usual.

Both of them froze and turned toward the bathroom entrance.

Even though the door was wide open, Monroe sat at the entrance, crying, unwilling to cross the boundary between the dressing room and the bathroom.

No one knew why, but he had always been like that. He never wanted to come into the bathroom.

Yiaang! Ki-yang!

He kept meowing anxiously in a high-pitched voice, as if something was bothering him.

“See? Monroe’s mad because he knows you’re bullying me, sunbae.”

Taking the chance, Hyunsoo wriggled out from between Yoon Jooho’s arms.

His clothes, disheveled from Yoon Jooho’s rough hands, were a mess.

Pulling up his pants, which had slid halfway down his hips, he walked over and scooped up Monroe.

“Thank you, Monroe. Our genius cat. Daddy was bothering your little daddy, right? Isn’t that so?”

Nyaang.

Looking up into Hyunsoo’s face, Monroe let out a meow as if answering.

Turning his back on Hyunsoo and Monroe, Yoon Jooho bent over and picked up the towel.

Between his legs, his penis was just as engorged as before.

“……”

That heavy shadow made Hyunsoo’s own body react. If he kept staring, he’d be the one jumping Yoon Jooho next.

Calming Monroe in his arms, he turned away and pressed a kiss to the cat’s head.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Yoon Jooho came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Hyunsoo’s chest, nuzzling his temple with his nose and whispering sweetly.

“Did I bully you? Hm? Were you in pain?”

His hard length nestled tightly between Hyunsoo’s buttocks.

“You really did bully me just now. Come on, get dressed. We need to go.”

Elbowing him in the stomach, Hyunsoo’s face burned red. But this time, Yoon Jooho just chuckled and let go.

As soon as Hyunsoo set Monroe down on the dressing room floor, the cat meowed even louder in warning at Yoon Jooho, then strutted haughtily out of the dressing room.

Watching that tiny, sassy backside, Yoon Jooho let out a disbelieving laugh and shook his head.

“Wow, scary. I can’t even kiss my own lover in my own house.”

“That’s because it wasn’t just a kiss.”

Now there really wasn’t much time left.

Hyunsoo started splitting up his luggage into the extra carrier Yoon Jooho had taken out for him.

It seemed he’d be able to bring everything he wanted for now.

In the meantime, Yoon Jooho tossed his towel into the laundry basket and helped Hyunsoo pack, wearing nothing but black boxer briefs—a bit too sexy for someone helping with packing.

“You’ll leave first with Jungho in the same car.”

“Yes, I heard.”

After closing the carrier and standing it upright, Yoon Jooho walked over and cradled Hyunsoo’s face in both hands.

“The reporters will be there. Don’t get nervous. Bow politely.”

“Yes, yes.”

“And don’t forget to smile and wave prettily.”

“My smile is my charm, isn’t it?”

When Hyunsoo bared his teeth and smiled wide, Yoon Jooho stroked his lover’s face, letting out a soft laugh.

“Are you that worried?”

“……”

For a while, Yoon Jooho just looked quietly at Hyunsoo without answering.

In moments like these, Hyunsoo wondered: after a silence, would he offer a carrot or wield a stick?

Sometimes, Yoon Jooho was honest. Other times, he wasn’t.

“I am worried.”

Today, Yoon Jooho was honest.

“If I could, I’d follow you everywhere as your manager.”

Letting out a small sigh, Yoon Jooho pressed a quick kiss to Hyunsoo’s lips, then turned to check the wall clock.

“Let’s get dressed. Jungho will be here in ten minutes.”

Their airport outfits were already prepared.

Yesterday afternoon, the stylist had dropped them off and hung them on the system hanger. Hyunsoo’s outfit was ready too.

Yoon Jooho pulled on black pants first, then quickly and deftly slipped on a knit sweater, careful not to mess up his hair.

The thin, plain black knit with no pattern or decorations set off his features.

He tugged the sweater down over his firm abdomen, then walked to the drawer where his watch was kept.

Without hesitation, he chose that watch and fastened the strap to his left wrist.

Wearing just his jeans, Hyunsoo sidled up behind him with a sly grin, wrapping his arms around Yoon Jooho’s waist and looking up at him over his shoulder.

“Do I look like a child left near the water?”

“You’re a rookie. Of course you do.”

“I like it when you worry about me, sunbae.”

The affection in Yoon Jooho’s downward glance made Hyunsoo’s lower half tingle.

It wasn’t just Yoon Jooho—Hyunsoo’s own body burned whenever they made eye contact.

“Just get famous a little more slowly, okay?”

With a deep look, Yoon Jooho smiled faintly.

Turning further, he kissed the bridge of Hyunsoo’s nose, perched on his shoulder. Hyunsoo lifted his chin to return the kiss.

Their lips met, overlapped, and their tongues immediately intertwined.

Even though he’d just scolded Yoon Jooho, whenever they were alone at home, it was always like this—both wanting to touch, to stay close, to keep their lips and tongues joined.

Yoon Jooho turned fully to face Hyunsoo, wrapping both arms around his bare waist, rubbing his lips on his exposed shoulder.

Hyunsoo hugged him back and nodded.

“It’s okay, sunbae.”

“……”

“Everything will be fine. I’m here with you.”

If someone saw this scene, they’d think Hyunsoo was answering at random.

But even if Yoon Jooho didn’t say it, even if he tried to hide it, Hyunsoo knew. He knew his anxiety.