By Zephyria 
The room where they had embraced and panted was filled with warmth.
That warmth condensed on the cold window surface, forming dew.
Leaning back against the seat, Song Hyun-soo watched the water droplets slide down the glass, his weight pulling them, and slowly regained his breath.
“Here.”
Yoon Joo-ho brought a lit cigarette to Song Hyun-soo’s lips.
Like a fledgling bird receiving food from its mother, Song Hyun-soo simply opened his mouth and took the filter. After taking a puff, he tried to move the cigarette from his fingers, but his arms felt heavy as lead.
He had only climaxed once.
Even without penetrative sex, there was a vast difference between climaxing from enduring Yoon Joo-ho’s weight, thrusting force, and intense caresses, and climaxing through masturbation. The amount of energy expended was entirely different.
“…”
As he slowly smoked, Song Hyun-soo’s gaze shifted to his left, towards Yoon Joo-ho.
Yoon Joo-ho took out a towel from his ‘Doraemon’s pocket’ bag, which seemed to contain everything, and began wiping the sticky fluids from Song Hyun-soo’s abdomen and chest. Song Hyun-soo, gazing at his face, was startled again.
“Ah, it’s, it’s okay! I’ll do it!”
The towel was heading towards his legs, and deeper.
Yoon Joo-ho pushed Song Hyun-soo’s chest back, pressing him against the seat’s backrest.
“Can’t I even take care of my boyfriend’s aftermath?”
“…”
“You can’t even lift your arms properly because you’re so drained. Just smoke your cigarette.”
Though it was embarrassing to expose his crotch and spread his legs, he couldn’t refuse in front of Yoon Joo-ho’s serious expression. It felt like Yoon Joo-ho was saying this was important to him.
After meticulously wiping his buttocks and inner thighs, Yoon Joo-ho then proceeded to wipe his own abdomen. He rubbed over the firm muscles that bulged between the clearly defined grooves, then began to clean his penis.
He ran his hand along the object that still seemed to twitch, then spread his legs and casually wiped between his testicles and groin.
His nonchalant demeanor was surprisingly stimulating to Song Hyun-soo. Perhaps it was because he was still in a state of lingering arousal, but his princely face acting so crudely made Song Hyun-soo’s lips feel dry.
He tossed the towel aside carelessly and rummaged through his bag, handing Song Hyun-soo a fresh pair of underwear.
After changing his underwear and putting on only his pants, they sat side-by-side, smoking.
Yoon Joo-ho, his fly still undone, sat hunched over and lit his own cigarette. His tense muscles were still consumed by sexual arousal, their contours more pronounced than usual.
Song Hyun-soo reached out and stroked his deltoid and bicep.
Yoon Joo-ho passively offered his body. Looking back at Song Hyun-soo, who was slumped against the seat as if weary, he leaned forward and kissed the lips holding the cigarette. Watching his wet lips cling and then part, Song Hyun-soo opened his mouth hazily.
“Your parents.”
“…”
Yoon Joo-ho, exhaling smoke, twitched an eyebrow. Song Hyun-soo continued.
“They won’t give up and back down here, will they?”
“There’s no way they would. But they can’t act rashly either. They know I have evidence that would be disadvantageous to them.”
If they judged they couldn’t attack Yoon Joo-ho regarding Lee Seo-kyung, it was highly probable they would approach from another direction. As Yoon Joo-ho said, and as Song Hyun-soo had seen that day, they were not people who would give up easily.
Song Hyun-soo brought up a name that had been bothering him.
“What’s Jeong Seong-won’s deal?”
As expected, Yoon Joo-ho’s face immediately contorted.
“That’s not a name I particularly want to hear from your mouth right now.”
“It’s because I have a hunch.”
Yoon Joo-ho explained with a reluctant expression, flicking ash into the detachable car ashtray.
“He’s from Look Planning, and well… he’s someone who tries to curry favor with the representatives. And right now, he’s someone who keeps lurking around you, which is incredibly annoying. That’s Jeong Seong-won’s deal.”
“About that.”
“What.”
“Him lurking around me.”
“…”
“At first, seeing him constantly bothering me, someone with no popularity or money, I thought he was genuinely interested in me.”
“That guy is really interested in you!”
Bringing the filter to his lips, Yoon Joo-ho said firmly.
“You have a bit of a show-off streak too, even if you try not to.”
Song Hyun-soo, who had been slumped, sat up and reached for the ashtray. Yoon Joo-ho pushed the ashtray in his hand towards Song Hyun-soo. Then, exhaling a thin stream of smoke, he spoke quickly.
“That’s true, but it’s also true that you fit his type.”
“Yes, yes.”
“Don’t you believe me?”
“It’s not that. It’s just that whether I fit his type or not, I don’t care.”
“Even if you don’t care, the mere thought of some guy seeing you as a sexual or romantic prospect makes me sick. It’s creepy, it makes me want to puke, it makes me want to kill him.”
“What… are you a child?”
It was a list of incredibly simplistic emotions, but Yoon Joo-ho seemed to be sincere.
Watching his profile as he smoked with his head turned away, Song Hyun-soo found himself smiling. He draped an arm over Yoon Joo-ho’s bare shoulder and rested his chin on the tip of his shoulder.
“What if I become a top star later? You said you’d make me one.”
Yoon Joo-ho, cigarette between his fingers, glanced back. They were so close that he had to lift his eyelids to focus. His gaze, filled with affection from beneath the shadow of his long lashes, was as sweet as the afterglow of sex.
“So, for now, just remain my Song Hyun-soo. Don’t mention any other guy’s name. Okay?”
“It’s because of you that I mentioned that guy’s name.”
“Why me?”
“Because there’s one thing I have, despite having no money or popularity.”
“…”
“Yoon Joo-ho. Yoon Joo-ho’s attention.”
With a look of “What are you talking about?”, Song Hyun-soo pressed his lips onto Yoon Joo-ho’s cheek in a surprise kiss, then pulled away from his shoulder. He then brought the filter to his lips as if nothing had happened, adding,
“I think Jeong Seong-won is after you, not me. More precisely, your weakness.”
Is he even listening to me?
Yoon Joo-ho’s expression was blank as he slowly rubbed the cheek Song Hyun-soo had kissed with his fingertips. It was the reaction of a naive boy, bewildered by a surprise kiss from someone he had a crush on.
He just had his hips shaking on top of me, and he’s making that face? What a shameless beast.
“Here. Check this out.”
Song Hyun-soo showed Yoon Joo-ho the messages he had exchanged with Jeong Seong-won. Yoon Joo-ho forgot to smoke, resting his elbow on his thigh and staring intently at the screen emitting white light. Meanwhile, Song Hyun-soo stubbed out the shortened cigarette butt.
Yoon Joo-ho, reading each word as if dissecting it, came to a conclusion.
“We should consider this cheating.”
“Is that your only takeaway after reading it all?”
“He was contacting another man behind my back. That’s cheating.”
“What are you talking about? I managed it deliberately because I thought it might be useful later.”
“How, why, and in what way could contacting this guy be useful?”
“If your parents are trying to use Jeong Seong-won to find your weakness, we can use that to our advantage.”
“Use it to our advantage?”
Yoon Joo-ho looked as if he wasn’t interested in such talk.
“If we just wait for them to make a move, we don’t know where the attack will come from. Rather, let’s provoke an attack. By throwing bait.”
“And that bait is Jeong Seong-won, and you’ll handle Jeong Seong-won?”
“Something like that.”
Having finished speaking, Song Hyun-soo reached for his phone in Yoon Joo-ho’s hand. But as soon as he got it, Yoon Joo-ho snatched it back.
“No.”
“Ah, why? Even after reading those messages, don’t you get it? The target isn’t me, it’s you!”
“Whatever it is, no. Why should I stand by and watch you flirt with another man?”
“Flirt? What flirt? It’s just a conversation between seniors and juniors.”
“Where do you see this as a senior-junior conversation? One side is working incredibly hard to hit on the other.”
“And the other side is putting up an iron wall.”
Yoon Joo-ho, looking down at Song Hyun-soo with a displeased expression, turned his head and brought the cigarette to his lips.
“Well. I’m not so sure it’s an iron wall.”
A smile escaped Song Hyun-soo as he watched Yoon Joo-ho’s profile, muttering as he turned away.
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