By Zephyria 
Yoon Joo-ho used the remote to raise the blackout curtains halfway.
Although the sheer curtains were drawn, his eyes, accustomed to the dim interior, were dazzled enough by that amount of light.
“Ugh.”
Song Hyun-soo, who was lying face down towards the window, frowned and turned his head.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was propping his head up with his folded arm as a pillow, was lying lengthwise in front of him. They had spent the night with animalistic sex and had only slept for about four hours. His hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his lips were slightly chapped. Even in that state, he was just sexy and attractive. An unfair world.
No, since I have someone like this, is it fair after all?
He stroked Song Hyun-soo’s bare back as he lay face down and said,
“The weather seems nice outside. Shall we go for a drive?”
“Now?”
“Don’t want to?”
“Ah… my back feels like it’s broken. I can’t do anything.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, which had moved further down, gently massaged his lower back. It seemed like he was giving him a massage in his own way.
Song Hyun-soo looked up at Yoon Joo-ho while lying face down and said,
“I feel like I’m going to smell like a senior now.”
Song Hyun-soo said it seriously. Yoon Joo-ho reached down to his lower back, stroked his buttocks, and stared at him stickily.
“You’re saying let’s ditch the drive and have sex?”
“I’m good with both, okay?”
“Really not going? You can drive, you know?”
“……”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been languid, raised his head. His eyes sparkled with life, as if he had woken up after sleeping soundly for ten hours.
“Really?? You’ll let me have the driver’s seat??”
Yoon Joo-ho’s face, as he touched Song Hyun-soo’s hair, was also full of smiles.
“If you want, I can give you even more than that.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had jumped up and sat up straight, bent down and kissed Yoon Joo-ho on the lips. The person who had said he couldn’t do anything because his back felt broken jumped off the bed and even urged Yoon Joo-ho, who was still lying down.
“What are you doing, not getting up?”
Hmm. Yoon Joo-ho, while rubbing his lips with his fingertips, scanned Song Hyun-soo with his eyes narrowed. He didn’t seem dissatisfied. Rather, his expression was closer to savoring something.
“What’s with that look again.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had raised his upper body, got out of bed and answered.
“Just. Makes me wonder if this is why people date younger guys.”
Song Hyun-soo, who was trying to insist that a four-year age difference wasn’t that much older, paused and closed his mouth.
Even though he was four years older, he was reminded of the fact that Yoon Joo-ho’s career in the entertainment industry was more than 20 years longer than his own. Maybe that’s why, but sometimes he felt like he was a lot older, which was also true.
The two, who had finished showering, went down to the underground parking lot. Their clothes were light. It had been a long time since they needed padding or outerwear.
As they walked through the parking lot lined with private garages with the shutters down, Song Hyun-soo kept chattering excitedly.
“Let’s go to Hanam. Let’s have a bowl of kalguksu there and go all the way to Yangpyeong?”
Hanam.
In Hanam, there was a charnel house where Choi Hong-seo’s remains were enshrined.
Song Hyun-soo, noticing Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze, said while scratching the back of his neck.
“I promised to go with Senior when the movie wrapped up. I still don’t have the courage to go inside, but just… as a rehearsal.”
“Okay, let’s do that.”
Song Hyun-soo, who smiled brightly, took a few steps ahead.
“The weather’s nice, so can I open the top?”
“Do as you please.”
Yoon Joo-ho opened the shutter of the garage.
“It’s a weekday, so there won’t be many cars on the Olympic Expressway, right? If we take the Olympic Expressway, I’ll open the lid right away, ope… ope…”
Song Hyun-soo’s chin, who couldn’t finish his sentence, went down more and more. His eyes, with densely packed black eyelashes, grew larger.
This was because two cars of the same model but different colors were parked side by side in Yoon Joo-ho’s garage.
“Uh… uh… uhhhh???”
Song Hyun-soo, who was stomping his feet in place, rushed towards the unbelievable sight.
“What is this?? Did Senior get a new one again?? This is totally my dream car specs!! Why are you stealing my ideas??”
“Stealing what.”
“Porsche, 911, Turbo S, Cabriolet, shark blue. This is my idea!”
As if he had really been robbed of his car, Song Hyun-soo was aggrieved with a face that looked like he was about to burst into tears. Even so, he couldn’t take his eyes off the car.
Yoon Joo-ho, who was a few steps away, put one hand in his pocket and muttered while scratching the back of his neck.
“If you like it that much, you can have it.”
“……Pardon?”
“It’s yours.”
Song Hyun-soo didn’t understand. He just stared blankly at Yoon Joo-ho, who was standing across from him with the car in between. Only then did Yoon Joo-ho begin to confess.
“Actually, I received it a few weeks ago.”
“A few weeks ago?”
“But if I gave it to you then, I thought you’d get angry again for spending money and say you wouldn’t come home.”
“So you, you got this now, to give it to me?”
Unable to believe it, Song Hyun-soo pointed to himself with his index finger and raised his eyebrows. Yoon Joo-ho, who scratched his forehead with his fingertips and sighed, approached Song Hyun-soo with hurried steps.
“Hyun-soo, don’t get angry and listen.”
He wasn’t angry or anything, he hadn’t even grasped the situation yet, but he decided to listen for now.
“I know.”
“Know what?”
“That you’ll be able to buy this car yourself soon.”
His two hands landed on Song Hyun-soo’s shoulders. And they narrowed inward to wrap around his neck.
“I also know that you’re not asking me for something like this.”
“Then why.”
“Back then, I had to do whatever I could.”
“……”
“Because I was desperate.”
He didn’t know what to do or what to say. Song Hyun-soo, while making eye contact with Yoon Joo-ho, only bit his lower lip.
“It’s different from before, when you tried to get me an officetel without asking.”
“……”
“I wanted to convey my feelings to you somehow. But I only know this way…”
While holding his neck and stroking the area around Song Hyun-soo’s chin with his thumb, Yoon Joo-ho smiled faintly.
Seeing Yoon Joo-ho looking subdued even though he was giving a gift, his heart throbbed.
“You ordered it while we were fighting?”
“Yeah.”
“It wouldn’t have been possible to receive it so quickly in just a few months.”
“I sold my face and name a bit.”
“How?”
“That it was really urgent. That my life depended on it.”
He was telling the truth without exaggerating, so please believe him, his serious expression seemed to say.
“And.”
“What else.”
“I told you to live with me.”
“So what.”
“I can’t be a jerk who asks you to live with me empty-handed.”
He bent down, brought his face closer, and added emphatically.
“I’m Yoon Joo-ho.”
That made him laugh.
Only after seeing Song Hyun-soo’s smiling face did Yoon Joo-ho also smile, showing his teeth. And he took Song Hyun-soo’s hand and placed something heavy inside.
He opened his hand.
It was a smart key that resembled the sleek curves of a Porsche.
With a Marilyn Monroe-like cat keychain attached.
Seeing that, tears welled up strangely. He smiled with tears in his eyes and fiddled with the keychain.
“It looks like Monroe.”
“I had a hard time finding one that looked like her.”
“Thank you. I’ll take good care of it.”
Yoon Joo-ho, who carefully lifted Song Hyun-soo’s face, who was making a choked sound, gently rubbed his cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t cry. I want to stop making you cry and make you smile.”
“These are tears of joy.”
Song Hyun-soo, who wiped away his tears carelessly with the back of his hand, opened the car door with a beep.
“These are tears of joy from tearing apart a Porsche.”
The car that had left the underground parking lot joined the Olympic Expressway at the southern end of the Yeongdong Bridge. After passing Jamsil, the road became drastically less crowded. As they passed the Cheonho Bridge, Song Hyun-soo slowed down and opened the top.
The sky was as blue as a fairy tale, the air was refreshing, and the road stretched out endlessly.
“The weather is really perfect for filming today.”
Yoon Joo-ho in the passenger seat, wearing sunglasses, smiled as if he was impressed.
“Seeing you think like that, you’ve become an actor.”
“Senior, shall I be honest?”
“Yeah.”
“This car, it feels more special because you bought it for me.”
“Do you really think so?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been leaning his head on the headrest, turned to look at him and took off his sunglasses.
Song Hyun-soo nodded.
“Even if the day comes when I can buy a car like this with my own money, the one you bought me will be the only one in the world.”
“……”
“I suddenly had that thought.”
Cheonmasan Mountain could be seen far in the distance. Even though they hadn’t completely left Seoul yet, the surroundings were all green with just a slight turn of the head.
“Shall I be honest too?”
A shadow fell on Song Hyun-soo’s face as he glanced at Yoon Joo-ho in the passenger seat.
“What is it? Is there another huge secret left?”
Yoon Joo-ho continued the story with a light smile.
“You might not have been the first.”
“Is it that story again? It’s okay that I wasn’t the first. I wasn’t your first either.”
Yoon Joo-ho’s eyebrows twitched and his cheeks flinched. He looked like he was feeling abdominal pain. He nodded, reached out his arm, and stroked the back of Song Hyun-soo’s head.
“Okay, let’s not talk about that now.”
He was clearly jealous. But he was holding back because he knew it wasn’t a situation to be jealous of. He had also learned to restrain himself. How admirable.
“Instead, I’ll give you something better.”
“What is it?”
“My last.”
“……”
He almost dropped the steering wheel.
Yoon Joo-ho gently wrapped the back of Song Hyun-soo’s right hand on the steering wheel with his left hand. Then, he drove the nail in once more with the voice that Song Hyun-soo liked.
“You will be my last.”
Song Hyun-soo bit his lower lip tightly and tried to control his emotions for a while.
Why are you saying things like this while driving. You’re a really dangerous man. ― Instead of passing it off as a joke, he decided to convey his sincerity.
Song Hyun-soo, who was watching the front, nodded and answered him.
“That’s enough. The last is a hundred times better than the first.”
“And fortunately, I still have a first that I can give you.”
Yoon Joo-ho didn’t seem to be aware of it.
Song Hyun-soo already had many of Yoon Joo-ho’s firsts.
He was the first actor to sign directly with Yoon Joo-ho, and he was the only person to sleep with him in Yoon Joo-ho’s bedroom.
He was his first boyfriend, the only person he had told to live with him, and probably… the only person he had risked danger in front of his greatest enemy and acknowledged his love for.
“There’s one thing I’ve never said to anyone before.”
Sani, which had been far away, was now close. The sparkling sunlight on the Han River was so beautiful that it made his mind dizzy.
Yoon Joo-ho’s arm came and wrapped around the back of his neck.
“I love you.”
“……”
“I love you, Hyun-soo.”
He knew that he was ready to write the ending of the scenario together. The story would continue even after the end credits rolled.
The future they chose together dissolves over each other’s pasts that have gone through pain. Camera tilt-up and zoom out.
The End