“Mmh, mph!”
Even before the door behind them had fully closed, Yoon Jooho lunged at Song Hyunsoo.
He embraced him with enough force to crush his torso and smashed their lips together.
He acted with the urgency of an immature young man who didn’t know how to handle his arousal.
Unable to withstand the pushing weight, Song Hyunsoo stumbled backward until his back hit the entrance wall hard.
“Hah! Ugh.”
Panting heavily as he pulled his tongue away, Yoon Jooho didn’t even take a moment to catch his breath before targeting the neck this time.
The hand that had slipped under the T-shirt moved up, bruising his side, and gripped the chest muscles.
Accepting the rough outpouring of caresses, Song Hyunsoo grabbed his shoulders.
“Sunbae, Monroe is…”
Sitting at the point where the hallway ended and the entrance began, the creature was staring up at them intently.
It wore a puzzled expression, wondering why they weren’t coming to hug it as usual.
While Song Hyunsoo was mindful of the cat, Yoon Jooho continued to caress Song Hyunsoo’s chest and frantically suck on his neck.
Covering the back of his head with one hand, Song Hyunsoo signaled to the cat.
“Monroe, go… over there. Okay? Good girl?”
Meow.
Perhaps she felt the sight of Yoon Jooho lunging and pinning Song Hyunsoo against the wall was dangerous. She began to circle the same spot anxiously, crying out in a high-pitched voice. Meow. Meow.
“Sunbae, wait, just a seco… Mmh, umm…”
Licking a long path up his neck, Yoon Jooho’s tongue blocked Song Hyunsoo’s mouth.
His heat was transmitted through their closely pressed lower bodies. His center had become hard.
The moment he felt that bulging volume, Song Hyunsoo felt his own body temperature rise as well.
“What is it.”
Being stopped, he seemed very displeased.
With his broad shoulders and chest heaving, he gasped for breath.
“Get it together for a second.”
“Why. We’re at the house. I held back in the car, and I held back in the Elbe, too.”
“Today, I just don’t want to do it so recklessly.”
Glancing back at Monroe, who continued to cry, Yoon Jooho reached out with his fingertips and wiped Song Hyunsoo’s wet lips.
“Should we set the mood?”
A nod.
“Want to take a bath together?”
A nod.
He let out a short laugh and wiped the corner of his own mouth with the back of his hand.
After staring at Song Hyunsoo, who was leaning against the wall, he stole another quick kiss.
Yoon Jooho tried to pick up the startled Monroe, but she escaped his touch and fled to Song Hyunsoo.
Song Hyunsoo had no choice but to hold her and calm her down.
“It’s okay, Monroe. He wasn’t hurting Daddy.”
“Far from hurting you, I was adoring you, you brat.”
From the end of the hallway, Yoon Jooho placed his hand lightly on top of Song Hyunsoo’s head.
“I’ll bring the Champagne. Wait in the bathroom.”
“All right… Hu, hurry up.”
The plea to come quickly was so cute yet sexy that Yoon Jooho reflexively stole another kiss.
He took a punch from Monroe, who was still being held by Song Hyunsoo, but it didn’t wipe the grin off his face.
Without the need for extra lighting, the night lights of the city pouring through the full-length window sufficiently illuminated as far as the kitchen.
Standing in front of the wine cellar, Yoon Jooho carefully chose a bottle of Champagne, grabbed his favorite glasses, and headed toward the Master Zone.
From inside, a voice leaked out along with the soft lighting.
“Yoon Marilyn. The daddies have to play in the bathroom for a bit… so give us some time. Okay?”
Meow.
“You’re scared of the bathroom anyway.”
Meow.
“Then do you want to take a bath too? Can you even go in there?”
Leaning against the frame of the open Master Zone door, Yoon Jooho listened to their conversation.
That voice was happiness and peace. A common happiness finally obtained like a reward after passing through a unique journey unlike any other.
However, it was a happiness that was never trivial.
Just as he was passing through the short hallway of the Master Zone, Monroe came dashing out from the dressing room and shot past Yoon Jooho.
Scared of something, she ran right out of the Master Zone.
Song Hyunsoo, standing at the entrance of the bathroom, smiled toward him.
“She was insisting on playing together, so I was going to carry her into the bathroom. But then she just jumped down and bolted. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her move so agilely like a cat.”
He kissed the bridge of Song Hyunsoo’s nose, who looked happy talking about Monroe. At the touch of Yoon Jooho’s lips, his face transformed from that of a child back into the face of a lover.
Yoon Jooho played music through the speakers installed in the bathroom. Instead of turning on the lighting, he lit candles.
As they stood facing each other sharing kisses, they began to shed their clothes one by one.
They unfastened each other’s pants buckle and lowered the zippers.
Sliding a hand downward inside the underwear, he gently stimulated the penis that had already begun to swell.
By the time even the briefs were dropped to the floor and they were completely naked, the bathtub was filled with just the right amount of water and bubbles.
“Be careful not to slip.”
Entering the bathtub first, Yoon Jooho took Song Hyunsoo’s hand and watched his footing.
Seeing himself so anxious that a man nearing thirty might fall, it did feel like he was being overprotective.
With the candles lit, sitting among the rich bubbles with his lover, drinking Champagne while watching the night view.
Before he knew it, he had become the kind of guy who did such ticklish things. Without any resistance.
Sitting closely behind Song Hyunsoo, Yoon Jooho hugged his flat stomach and buried his lips in his wet shoulder.
“It finally had its release day.”
“I know. But it still doesn’t feel real.”
“It still doesn’t feel real even after doing stage greetings all day?”
“I was just busy and frantic. I don’t even know what I did.”
“You did well. You did very well.”
“It’s because… you helped me a lot, Sunbae.”
Bowing his head slightly as he muttered that, the rims of Song Hyunsoo’s ears were a bit red.
Did he still need my help after all?
Did he feel at ease with me by his side?
His petty self, feeling glad at such calculations, no longer felt like a stranger.
Pulling him closer by the waist, Yoon Jooho rested his chin on Song Hyunsoo’s shoulder.
“How do you feel.”
“I feel a bit scared and a bit lonely.”
“Not excited and expectant?”
“Being a famous and popular Actor has always been my dream, so it’s good that I’ve taken a step toward that, but…”
He didn’t rush Song Hyunsoo, who was lost in thought looking for the right expression.
Splash, splash—he waited quietly while stroking his lower abdomen beneath the water.
“Because an era is ending. The rookie actor Song Hyunsoo, who had to work an Alba just to make a living, will probably never exist again. I feel a bit sad about that.”
Yoon Jooho, who had lived only as an Actor from the moment his memories began, didn’t know exactly what that emotion felt like.
However, he knew the sadness of having to share Song Hyunsoo with the public soon, and the feeling that the Song Hyunsoo who belonged only to Yoon Jooho would remain only as a memory.
“You might laugh if I say this, Sunbae… but I didn’t want ‘Dissolve’ to end.”
“……”
“You’re not laughing?”
Splash, splash—Song Hyunsoo turned around to face Yoon Jooho as he asked.
“What part of that is funny?”
“I thought you’d laugh and say I was being immature.”
Yoon Jooho’s wet hand brushed back Song Hyunsoo’s hair.
“Why would I laugh? It’s proof of how much affection you poured into the Artwork.”
Song Hyunsoo’s gaze, which had been locked with Yoon Jooho’s, slid downward.
Fiddling with his Champagne glass, he muttered in a dejected voice.
“I didn’t want to part with you, or the other actors, the director, or the staff. I wanted to keep living while doing the Yeongi of Lee San from <Dissolve>.”
Hmm…
Resting his arms on the edge of the bathtub and gazing at Song Hyunsoo, Yoon Jooho set his glass down on the marble ledge.
He scooped up the rich bubbles floating around and placed them on top of Song Hyunsoo’s head.
As if dabbing whipped cream onto a cake, he put a bit of foam on his fingertip and lightly touched his nose.
“Should I make it so you won’t be lonely?”
“This isn’t really the mood for that right now.”
Yoon Jooho knitted his brows.
“I’m not talking about sex.”
“You’re not? I thought…”
Taking the glass from Song Hyunsoo’s hand and taking a sip of the drink, Yoon Jooho set it down next to his own.
After looking out at the city shining beyond the two side-by-side Champagne glasses for a moment, he shifted his gaze back to Song Hyunsoo sitting in front of him.
“You said it, right? That you’d never yield a role you were confident you could do better than anyone else.”
Song Hyunsoo blushed and wiped the foam from the tip of his nose with the back of his hand.
“Ah… that? It was a bit of a cocky thing to say, wasn’t it?”
“It wasn’t cocky.”
“……”
“It was cool.”
“……”
“I’m that kind of Actor too, originally. An Actor who can’t yield a role I covet to anyone. But for a moment, I was intimidated, unlike myself.”
“Intimidated?”
“The lead male role for <Deja Vu> came to me.”
“Uh…”
“I thought there would be a risk if we both appeared in the same Artwork back-to-back.”
“So, did you give it up to let me appear, Sunbae?”
“I was going to.”
“……”
“But I changed my mind.”
Surprise flickered in Song Hyunsoo’s eyes. Just like when he first discovered the Arc de Triomphe from a taxi in Paris, or when he looked up at the sparkling Eiffel Tower, sparks were flying in his eyes.
Yoon Jooho reflexively reached out and stroked his cheek with the back of his hand.
He knew he would do anything to see the explosion of this star.
“Because it was a role I was confident I could do better than any other Actor.”
“……”
“And I wanted to perform Yeongi again with an Actor named Song Hyunsoo.”
A smile slowly spread across Song Hyunsoo’s face, which had been tense with anticipation of what he might hear.
Facing that face, Yoon Jooho couldn’t help but smile too. Like a pair linked to laugh sequentially if one of them laughed.
The smile grew larger until Song Hyunsoo finally grinned broadly, baring his teeth.
Then he lunged at Yoon Jooho and wrapped both arms tightly around his neck.
“You’re not lying, right?”
“I’m not.”
“Can we really do Yeongi together again?”
“Yeah.”
Even after confirming it, he seemed unable to believe it, and for a long time, he just held Yoon Jooho tightly.
Yoon Jooho embraced his lover’s back and slowly stroked it as if soothing him.
If I told you that just having you in my lap makes me feel like I have the whole world, would you laugh?
Would you brush it off as a cliché and laugh?
“You said you felt like you were the only one receiving, right?”
“That’s how it actually is.”
“It’s just that you don’t know it, but I’m already receiving more than enough.”
“……”
“You dummy.”
“Ah…”
A thin exclamation leaked from between Song Hyunsoo’s lips.
Loosening the arms he had wrapped around Yoon Jooho’s neck, he met his eyes.
Judging by his expression, there was no doubt he was recalling the conversation they had once shared.
“You think I’m not doing anything for you?”
“There really isn’t anything.”
“You think you’re only receiving?”
“The only thing I’ve given you is a keyring.”
“Are you a dummy?”
“Why am I?”
“A dummy wouldn’t know even if I explained it.”
He hoped he realized at least a little bit why Yoon Jooho had called him a ‘dummy’ then.
Song Hyunsoo’s gaze as he looked at Yoon Jooho became new.
The wet hair brushed back, the long eyelashes clumped with moisture, the water droplets on his cheeks, the moist thin lips.
A gaze that meticulously traced each and every detail.
Song Hyunsoo’s hand touched Yoon Jooho’s lips.
As if secretly taking out a treasure hidden in a place no one could find, his hand wanted to confirm his own name engraved inside Yoon Jooho’s lips.
Yoon Jooho’s arms wrapped around his lover’s waist and pulled him closer.
Their bodies pressed together without any gap, and their lips overlapped naturally.
Without closing their eyes, they shared a long kiss, looking into each other’s pupils from the closest distance.
Beyond the window, the city itself was one giant Christmas Tree.
< Dissolve Side Story: Déjà Vu>
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