By Zephyria 
As soon as he confirmed Song Hyun-soo’s face, he scowled.
“What were you doing, taking so long to come out?”
“Uh, I was listening to music, so I didn’t know.”
After that, Song Hyun-soo remained frozen, his eyes blinking as he held the doorknob.
It felt like being possessed by a ghost. No, I wouldn’t have been this surprised even if a real ghost had appeared. Why, how was Yoon Joo-ho here?
“Are you going to leave me standing here?”
Snow had started to pile up on his head, so I stepped aside, making way for him.
As he strode into the entrance, the house felt completely filled.
Was he always this tall? It wasn’t about height, was he this big? Or is our house small?
Standing close, Yoon Joo-ho’s shoulders exuded the sharp chill of winter air instead of perfume.
“Why… here… Is something wrong?”
Watching his back as he took off his shoes and stepped inside, looking around the palm-sized kitchen, Song Hyun-soo’s first concern was worry. The only thought that came to mind was that Yoon Joo-ho showing up unannounced meant something bad had happened.
Yoon Joo-ho, his gaze fixed on the low refrigerator with peeling paint here and there, replied dismissively.
“I have something to give you.”
Come to think of it, he was holding shopping bags in both hands.
No, no, absolutely not. He wouldn’t have come all this way at this hour just to give me that.
“Is that the room?”
“Yes, well…”
Following Yoon Joo-ho, who pointed to the open door, Song Hyun-soo’s worry continued.
Could he be here to talk about terminating the contract? To say he couldn’t work with someone who liked him, and to try and appease me with gifts?
Song Hyun-soo, looking suspiciously at Yoon Joo-ho’s retreating back, noticed his face, stopped in the middle of the room, was fixed on one spot.
“It seems I’ve interrupted your fun.”
Following the direction of his gaze, Song Hyun-soo inadvertently looked and was horrified.
“Aaaah! Ack! Ttua, keu!”
He practically threw himself onto the mattress. He frantically wrapped the scattered masturbation tools in a towel.
At most, I thought it was a misdelivered service, who would have thought I’d be letting an uninvited guest all the way into my room?
“Anyway, those sexy moans.”
It didn’t matter if Yoon Joo-ho sighed behind him. He was busy shoving the haphazardly gathered tools into the box.
“This is just, just someone gave it to me out of curiosity…”
“Who would just give you something like this? Jung-ho?”
“Why would Jung-ho be involved?”
As Song Hyun-soo shoved the box with the towel, a familiar whirring sound came from over his shoulder.
“Vibrating and rotating. Quite hardcore.”
Feeling a chill down his spine with a premonition, Song Hyun-soo slowly turned around. Yoon Joo-ho, holding the vibrating and rotating dildo up to his lips, was looking down at it with a serious, exploratory gaze.
“Ah, give it! Give it back!”
He jumped up and lunged, but Yoon Joo-ho pushed him back by the chest and moved the dildo far away.
“No matter how I look at it, this isn’t something you can try out of curiosity.”
“I’m telling you to give it back!”
“It’s not okay for me, but you let this thing in?”
It’s because your thing is damn big compared to my hole that I’m doing this. I want to put it in, my waist is itching, and you always beg me.
“That guy doesn’t do things like this. Turn off that vibration, please!”
Whirrrrr.
The dildo, covered in a condom and slick with lube, continued to writhe in his hand. While fending off Song Hyun-soo’s advances, Yoon Joo-ho narrowed his eyes.
“Then this was just now…”
His gaze, trailing off, flickered downwards. Towards Song Hyun-soo’s lower body.
“W-what are you looking at… Pervert, the worst! Dildo pervert!”
“The thickness and length… seem to be lacking compared to me. Is this your type?”
“You have truly terrible taste. Give it to me quickly, it’s dirty!”
His ears turning red, Song Hyun-soo yelled. Only then did Yoon Joo-ho turn off the dildo. Then, he peeled off the condom inside out and handed only the dildo to Song Hyun-soo. Tying the lube-covered condom, he looked around and said, tossing it into the trash can under the desk,
“This little thing is dirty? I’m the one who sucks your saliva too.”
“Ugh, your mouth! Your mouth!”
Throwing the dildo back into the box and closing the lid, Song Hyun-soo, his face flushed red, lunged and covered Yoon Joo-ho’s mouth.
As they suddenly got close, Yoon Joo-ho lightly wrapped his arms around Song Hyun-soo’s waist. Their eyes met under his lowered eyelids, and it felt like stepping into a large shadow. Maintaining eye contact, Yoon Joo-ho pulled down Song Hyun-soo’s hands that were covering his mouth.
“I guess I was the side dish.”
“W-what are you talking about.”
“TV.”
Sigh… Die, die, Song Hyun-soo.
Pushing Yoon Joo-ho’s chest away, he found the remote and immediately turned off the TV. The heat rising to his face didn’t seem like it would dissipate easily. He felt like running out of the house, leaving Yoon Joo-ho alone.
Yoon Joo-ho, chuckling, sat on the floor, resting his arms on the mattress behind him, and looked up at him askew.
“You can continue. Think of me as not being here.”
“Dream on.”
While he ruffled his uncombed hair and shoved the box back into its original place, Yoon Joo-ho kept giggling, finding something so amusing. Judging by his good mood, he didn’t seem to be here to terminate the contract. Separate from that, I would never forgive him for what just happened.
“Sit on the mattress. The floor is cold because the boiler isn’t on.”
At Song Hyun-soo’s curt remark, Yoon Joo-ho smiled and obediently sat on the mattress, unzipping his padding jumper. As Song Hyun-soo hung his removed jumper on a hanger, he grumbled,
“What’s with this sudden visit? If you were coming, you should have contacted me beforehand.”
“If I had, I would have missed the fun scene.”
Yoon Joo-ho was sitting on the mattress where Song Hyun-soo had been touching himself just moments ago. Leaning back, resting his hands behind his hips, he tilted his head left and right as if stretching.
“Seriously, why did you come? Is something wrong?”
“I told you, I came to give you this.”
Yoon Joo-ho gestured with his chin towards the shopping bags.
“I’m going to be working part-time tomorrow anyway.”
Yoon Joo-ho tilted his head and looked up at Song Hyun-soo.
“Did I come for nothing? Should I leave?”
“No, I’m not saying you should leave… It’s just strange when you show up so suddenly.”
“It’s a home visit for a contracted actor.”
What would I have done without that excuse.
“Did you go for a workout?”
His hair wasn’t wet, but Yoon Joo-ho exuded a fresh aura, as if he had just showered.
“Yeah. Pilates.”
“If you’re hungry, I can make kimchi pot rice… or just pot rice?”
“Next time. I’m not hungry.”
Yoon Joo-ho, sitting on the edge of the mattress with his legs stretched out and ankles crossed, stared intently at the window opposite. He looked a bit dazed and his cheeks were sunken, making him look hungry…
“Then do you want some coffee? I only have instant coffee, though.”
“No thanks. You don’t have to entertain me as a guest, just sit down and open those.”
Yoon Joo-ho pointed to the shopping bags placed awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“Are all of these mine?”
Yoon Joo-ho nodded, pressing his eyelids as if tired.
“There are too many…”
There are too many. I can’t accept things like this. — Song Hyun-soo, who was about to refuse, glanced at Yoon Joo-ho. Perhaps, he thought, Yoon Joo-ho had prepared this as a gesture of reconciliation, feeling bad about their fight before his business trip. If that were the case, he didn’t want to offend him by reducing his feelings to money.
“I just bought them while killing time at the duty-free shop.”
The statement, as if he had just picked them up, was now familiar.
As he reached for the smallest shopping bag to take out the box inside, Yoon Joo-ho got up from the mattress.
“Can I borrow the bathroom?”
“You can use it… but it’s really small, so don’t be surprised.”
“What’s this now?”
Song Hyun-soo, who was about to open the box, looked up again at Yoon Joo-ho’s voice.
He was standing up from the mattress and looking down at a pair of rabbit slippers.
Song Hyun-soo bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut. Damn… I didn’t even think of that. This is why a boyfriend who shows up unannounced is the worst. I agree a hundred percent.
“That… the floor is cold, Chae-young said.”
“Chae-young? Another guy?”
“She’s a woman.”
It’s a woman’s name, anyone could tell. What kind of baseless accusation is this?
“Your girlfriend?”
Yoon Joo-ho narrowed his eyes and asked as if interrogating him.
“What the f— Nonsense? She’s a part-timer I work with at the bar.”
“Hmm, you have a lot of friends for someone who plays with BB guns.”
“You naturally get close when you work together.”
“Really? I don’t really know about that kind of natural closeness.”
“Want to wear them? They’re warm.”
Yoon Joo-ho didn’t answer whether he liked them or not. Instead, he playfully swept Song Hyun-soo’s bangs over his forehead and walked past. Stop it. Song Hyun-soo turned his head away as if annoyed. Yoon Joo-ho smiled knowingly, like an adult man.
“Dry your hair. You’ll catch a cold.”
His touch on Song Hyun-soo’s face was no different than before his business trip, before their argument in the car.
“Am I a child? I won’t catch a cold just from not drying my hair.”
After Yoon Joo-ho left the room, Song Hyun-soo muttered to himself in annoyance, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile.
Maybe a boyfriend showing up unannounced at home is okay sometimes.
Well… he’s not my boyfriend yet, though.
Feeling awkward about his own thoughts, he scratched his cheek with his index finger and opened the smallest box in his hand. It was gloves. Dark navy lambskin gloves.
The second box contained a scarf. It was so light and soft, it felt like it was made from the feathers of an angel’s wings.
“They’re saying it’s the coldest weather in 20 years. What kind of pose is that without a scarf or gloves?”
While driving him home in Cha Gyu-min’s car, Yoon Joo-ho had looked bewildered.
At the time, I thought it was just a passing remark.
“You say it’s just physical between us, but you do this?”
Draping the warm scarf around his neck, Song Hyun-soo grinned.
“I’m not fooled, Monroe’s Dad.”