By Zephyria “You have experience with men, don’t you?”
“Well, yes. I’ve always been weak to pleasure since I was young…”
“I figured.”
“What do you mean, ‘you figured’?”
When he asked petulantly, the answer came back as if he had been waiting.
Yoon Joo-ho tilted his chin towards the car’s ceiling. He shifted his posture, continuing to rub the back of his neck, the filter between his teeth.
“If an older neighborhood guy asked to see your penis, you’d pull down your pants and show him. I think you did that.”
“…”
Seeing Song Hyun-soo’s silence, Yoon Joo-ho turned his head and moved the cigarette between his fingers.
“Ha, you really did that?”
Song Hyun-soo was somewhat intimidated by Yoon Joo-ho’s shocked expression.
“It wasn’t the exact same experience, but similar…”
Then, suddenly, he felt there was no reason to be intimidated.
“It wasn’t like I was just passively taken advantage of when I knew nothing! It was the winter before I started high school, I think? An older neighborhood guy approached me, and I didn’t dislike it…”
“Was that guy handsome?”
“…How did you know?”
Yoon Joo-ho looked at Song Hyun-soo’s genuinely curious face and shook his head.
“You were quite the little flirt.”
“You weren’t exactly living a life of chastity and fidelity yourself, sunbae.”
Yoon Joo-ho chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“That’s true.”
The car, speeding smoothly down the quiet night road, was now approaching the Sports Complex. Rows of high-rise apartments stretched along both sides of the road. The apartments, which had looked like miniatures from the eighty-first floor, were now majestically huge when viewed from ground level.
Yoon Joo-ho flicked the ash from his considerably shorter cigarette and said in a calm voice,
“You know as a man, after you finish, you can at least sleep.”
Then he turned his head, showing his face at a good angle.
“Will you put me to sleep tonight?”
He brought the filter to his lips, not avoiding Song Hyun-soo’s eyes.
“Is that your pickup line, sunbae?”
“Pickup line?”
“I mean, is that your method for luring someone to bed?”
He didn’t intend to be sarcastic; he was genuinely curious.
Yoon Joo-ho leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes lightly. With a short sigh, he replied dryly,
“I’ve never really needed one.”
And it wasn’t said in a boastful tone.
Of course. He wouldn’t need to rack his brain to bring someone he liked to bed. The other person would always want him first, and then he would simply need to read their desire and hint that he was willing to reciprocate with a light temptation.
Whether it was a light or heavy temptation, Song Hyun-soo’s life hadn’t been aimed at chastity and fidelity enough to refuse Yoon Joo-ho’s temptation. If it were Yoon Joo-ho, he would have agreed even if he had no experience with men.
What kind of sex does Yoon Joo-ho have? What does his face look like at the moment of climax? Who would refuse an opportunity to experience that?
But before that, there was a question he wanted to resolve first.
“But, didn’t you only sleep with top stars?”
“That’s right.”
Yoon Joo-ho slowly opened his eyelids. His pupils beneath his long lashes gazed at him. It was the gaze Song Hyun-soo had admired since childhood.
“So hurry up and become a top star.”
Having observed Yoon Joo-ho up close, Song Hyun-soo knew that apart from anything else, he was excessively meticulous about managing his career as an actor. Yet, this person was now breaking his own rules and trying to lure him to bed.
He was using the logic that it would be fine if he became a top star later. It was a strange logic…
But to Song Hyun-soo, it sounded like he was saying:
You are the exception.
“If I can’t become a top star, take me back to Bogwang-dong.”
Yoon Joo-ho reached out to call Manager Cha in the driver’s seat. As he was about to press the privacy screen release button, Song Hyun-soo grabbed his wrist as if snatching it. He couldn’t tell if the throbbing in his hand was Yoon Joo-ho’s pulse or his own.
“Let’s go to sunbae’s mansion.”
“…”
“I’ll become a top star.”
■■■
Once again, Song Hyun-soo stands before a large floor-to-ceiling window.
The city is still passing through the night, but the view beyond the window has changed. Along with his own reflection in the glass.
Instead of a neat tuxedo suit and perfectly styled hair by the best professionals, he is in a bathrobe with wet hair covering his forehead.
This was right after he finished showering in Yoon Joo-ho’s guest bathroom.
The night view from here was much more colorful. The skyline of varying heights, the irregular movement of cars, the mix of lit and unlit windows created a night view that resembled music with rhythm and melody.
“What are you looking at so intently?”
Song Hyun-soo wasn’t startled by the sudden voice.
He had seen his reflection in the window first.
“I think your apartment’s night view is better than the bar we were at earlier.”
“Is that what you came to see?”
He knew what Yoon Joo-ho was implying, but he pretended not to know and changed the subject.
“It’s also convenient that we’re both men.”
“What is?”
“Manager Cha doesn’t think it’s strange that I came up to your apartment with you.”
Perhaps Director Bang knew every detail of Yoon Joo-ho’s bedroom affairs, but Manager Cha didn’t seem to. He appeared to think it was nothing unusual for Yoon Joo-ho to be finishing his birthday quietly with a junior he’d been getting along with.
“Have you forgotten why you came here?”
“…”
As if. You wouldn’t know how to charm men like that. You probably wouldn’t know how to charm women either.
Yoon Joo-ho, reflected in the window, tilted his head.
“I’m only half-dressed. Are you going to stand there like that?”
Song Hyun-soo slowly turned around.
Under the soft indirect lighting, Yoon Joo-ho stood leaning against the doorframe, half-naked. He wore only a large towel that reached his knees.
He naturally recalled the first time he had come to this house.
His body had gotten better in the meantime. The thick, rounded deltoids, the peanut-shaped biceps, and the sharply defined forearms even when his arms were just crossed. The bulk-up was successful.
As if sensing the movement of Song Hyun-soo’s gaze, Yoon Joo-ho slowly ran his hand down his upper body.
“Are you just going to look all the way here?”
He wore the towel at a precarious position, revealing a hint of pubic hair rising from his groin. The towel clung to his erection, making its volume roughly estimable.
Song Hyun-soo swallowed dryly without realizing it.
That’s it. That’s the sexy dynamite.
Yoon Joo-ho, leaning against the doorframe, smiled faintly from beneath his lowered eyelids.
“Sexy dynamite, come here and show me that amazing sexiness.”
An actor is not just someone who acts.
At least, what is required of an actor like Yoon Joo-ho is more than just acting. He must charm the viewer with his charisma. Then, how well must a top actor like Yoon Joo-ho charm people? It’s not my fault for being charmed.
Walking towards Yoon Joo-ho with his hands in his robe pockets, Song Hyun-soo surrendered.
“I’m a fake.”
“Fake?”
“Compared to you, sunbae, I’m a BB gun.”
Hah. Yoon Joo-ho chuckled, hunching his shoulders as if surprised by a sudden attack.
“There’s no need to laugh like that. My male pride has just been shattered.”
Song Hyun-soo punched towards Yoon Joo-ho’s chest. It wasn’t a punch thrown with intent to land a blow, nor was it a playful pat. Yoon Joo-ho clasped Song Hyun-soo’s fist. A smile remained on his face.
“Whether it’s a BB gun or dynamite, I’ll let it slide.”
The door, usually locked with a door lock, was wide open. Beyond Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulder, another hallway was visible inside, and a bedroom could be glimpsed to the right. The scent of Yoon Joo-ho, now familiar, wafted strongly from the bedroom.
Song Hyun-soo wet his lips with his tongue. Taking it as a signal of readiness, Yoon Joo-ho led Song Hyun-soo by the wrist.
At the bedroom entrance, Yoon Joo-ho, who had been leading, turned back.
“You’re the first one to come in here.”
“You know how to give lip service too?”
“Lip service?”
“You know how to appease the person you’re going to sleep with. You’ve improved, senior.”
Song Hyun-soo raised his hand and stroked Yoon Joo-ho’s wet hair. The curly, wavy hair was damp and soft.
He expected Yoon Joo-ho to retort that he was being insolent and bare his teeth. But to his surprise, Yoon Joo-ho meekly allowed his head to be stroked, his broad shoulders shaking as he chuckled. Then, for a moment, he tightly gripped Song Hyun-soo’s arm as he stroked his hair. It was a strong grip that looked like it would leave yellow handprints.
From amidst his wet hair, Yoon Joo-ho flashed a grin.
“Believe it or not, that’s up to you.”
Then, baring his teeth, he gnawed at the inside of the wrist he held and added,
“How long do you think you can keep acting so cheeky?”
“Aren’t you the one who’s impatient?”
“What?”
Watching Yoon Joo-ho furrow his brow, Song Hyun-soo felt a tingle in his lower abdomen. He pulled his arm free from Yoon Joo-ho’s grasp, feigning nonchalance.
“I know you’re eager to roll around with me, but could you at least show me the room first?”
Top star Yoon Joo-ho’s bedroom was simpler than expected.
A large bed was the first thing that caught his eye, and opposite it, a wall with an extra-large TV, and a long sofa placed for watching TV. The room was that spacious. A large poster for the movie ‘A Better Tomorrow’ hung above the headboard. The only decorations reflecting his personality were that poster and the scent of candles.
Wow…
From the bedroom, one could still enjoy a breathtaking night view. In front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, two single sofas and a table set for two were placed.
“…”
Song Hyun-soo walked towards it as if mesmerized. On the table lay a book, a notebook, and a pen scattered about.
They were Song Hyun-soo’s gifts.
He flipped open the cover of the notebook, adorned with a cat illustration. The writings, penned in neat, orderly script, were from the book Song Hyun-soo had gifted him. He had a knack for making people feel touched in strange moments and strange ways.
Now, Song Hyun-soo felt an urgency.
He felt like he wouldn’t mind whatever Yoon Joo-ho did to him tonight.