By Zephyria 
Song Hyun-soo picked up his jeans from the floor and pulled out the rolled-up briefs inside.
“Why is everything so messy? Nothing is in its place.”
Yoon Joo-ho, rummaging through his bag in the third row, could be heard complaining. Then, an arm suddenly reached out from behind. Yoon Joo-ho, hooking his wrist over Song Hyun-soo’s shoulder, shook something. It was a new pair of underwear. Black briefs with a brand name emblazoned on the waistband. Undoubtedly very expensive.
“It’s brand new, never been worn.”
“Ah… um…”
As Song Hyun-soo hesitated, unable to accept it readily, Yoon Joo-ho smirked.
“What, you prefer worn ones?”
If I had to say, yes. Ah, no, that’s not it.
“Stop thinking about whether it’s expensive or not and just take it. You’re wet. How can you wear that again?”
Yoon Joo-ho’s gaze fell on the briefs in Song Hyun-soo’s hand. Song Hyun-soo subtly rolled them up in his hand and hid them.
Yoon Joo-ho’s hand, resting on his shoulder, lightly brushed Song Hyun-soo’s cheek.
“It’s partly my fault for making it wet.”
Glancing sideways at his expressionless face as he said such a shameless thing, Song Hyun-soo eventually took the underwear.
As he was pulling on the briefs and jeans and zipping them up, something else flew in from the back seat. This time, it was a T-shirt.
“Put it on. The T-shirt will be sticky too.”
“Then I’ll wash this and return it to you.”
“You’re fixated on strange things. Do as you please.”
Yoon Joo-ho shook his head as if he didn’t understand and started rummaging through his bag again. Then he found another new T-shirt.
“Is this a Doraemon’s pocket?”
“What?”
Seeing the furrowed brow, it was clear he didn’t know Doraemon. Song Hyun-soo hadn’t grown up watching Doraemon either, but he knew what a Doraemon’s pocket was.
“A pocket that contains everything.”
Yoon Joo-ho pulled the T-shirt over his head, slipped his arms into it, and then pulled it down. His broad chest and defined abs were gradually covered by the T-shirt. Then he got out of the third row.
“For emergencies. You never know what might happen during filming.”
“Ah…”
“Where on earth did the towels go? I told you to always pack two or three.”
Yoon Joo-ho complained about the lack of basic supplies in the bag. It seemed to be the responsibility of his staff, like the manager or stylist.
As Yoon Joo-ho was about to open the door of the second row to move to the driver’s seat, he paused. He glanced down at Song Hyun-soo, who was holding a new T-shirt, having taken off his sweatshirt and the T-shirt he was wearing underneath.
Then, he gently brushed Song Hyun-soo’s disheveled hair, tidying it up roughly. The somewhat rough movement of his hand felt good.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you cold?”
“I was just spacing out for a moment.”
“Your nipples are hard.”
“……”
Song Hyun-soo almost instinctively looked down. His nipples were sticking out sharply as the aftereffects of ejaculation faded and his body temperature cooled.
“Ah, where are you looking!”
He instinctively covered his chest with both arms and hunched his shoulders. Yoon Joo-ho let out a disbelieving laugh and lightly pushed Song Hyun-soo’s forehead.
“Then put it on quickly. I’ll just do it without condoms or anything else?”
Was it a threat or a seduction?
Song Hyun-soo twisted his body and turned around to put on the T-shirt before Yoon Joo-ho opened the rear door. The cold seemed to have intensified in the meantime.
Sitting in the driver’s and passenger seats, they checked the time; it was almost 2 AM. According to the navigation, they were expected to arrive at Yoon Joo-ho’s residence at 4:45 AM.
“4:45 AM…”
Yoon Joo-ho muttered as he made a wide turn in the open lot. Then, as he navigated out of the narrow alley, glancing at the surround-view camera, he added as if to himself.
“Hmm. I don’t think I can last until then.”
“……”
“What will you do for me if we arrive at 4?”
“What are you talking about? Just drive safely.”
Seeing Song Hyun-soo blush while retorting, Yoon Joo-ho chuckled and reached out to lightly tug Song Hyun-soo’s ear.
Yoon Joo-ho wasn’t the only one in a hurry.
While his size, which would undoubtedly strain his body, was daunting, Song Hyun-soo was curious. Regardless of whether he might tear, it was undeniably sexy enough to make one’s mouth water.
Based on two experiences with simulated sex, Yoon Joo-ho was a good lover. His style was rough, but he knew how to satisfy his partner. Perhaps he was also skilled at handling his own large member? He must have developed some know-how from living his life with that big thing. Maybe he could insert it without pain.
Moreover, it wasn’t just lust anymore.
The feelings he had for Myung Hae-ri as Baek Kang and Lee San.
He wanted to feel that sense of connection physically as well.
However, contrary to the impatience of the two men, it began to snow around the middle of the Gyeongbu Expressway. The scattered snowflakes quickly turned into heavy snow. Yoon Joo-ho had no choice but to slow down.
As they neared Seoul, the snow poured down so heavily that visibility was poor. The conversation between the two men, who had been passionately debating about
At first, Song Hyun-soo thought he needed to use the restroom. But seeing him pass the rest stop, he knew that wasn’t it.
Song Hyun-soo muttered, looking up at the thick snowflakes hitting the windshield.
“It’s really snowing a lot this winter.”
“……”
As expected, Yoon Joo-ho said nothing. His profile, staring straight ahead with a serious expression and biting his lower lip, looked uncharacteristically anxious. He seemed like someone tied down by a snowstorm, unable to sit still, right before a long-awaited appointment with someone he desperately desired.
Song Hyun-soo thought he knew who had turned the formidable Yoon Joo-ho into this state. He had come to know Yoon Joo-ho that well.
“Hyung, go and get him.”
“Get who?”
“You know.”
Yoon Joo-ho rested his temple on his fist, which he lightly clenched, his elbow on the windowsill.
“I told you it wasn’t that simple.”
“You can’t even concentrate on driving because you’re worried, can you?”
“……”
“You can take responsibility until the end. You can do it, Hyung.”
Yoon Joo-ho fumbled for a cigarette and lit it.
“I…”
He parted his lips, but instead of continuing, he took a puff of the cigarette. After a long pause, he spoke in a sigh-like voice.
“I probably can’t.”
The unconfident Yoon Joo-ho was not just fresh but also unfamiliar.
He preferred his usual, almost arrogantly confident self.
The one remaining kitten, sitting on the wall, waiting for its mother and siblings, enduring the snow.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had held and gently stroked that kitten.
He wasn’t the type to irresponsibly abandon an animal midway.
“Why don’t you like it? Is it because the house will get dirty?”
“Because it will die before me.”
Being unable to get a pet because he feared it would die before him—that was another way of saying he had an abundance of affection for it.
Had something happened when he raised a pet in the past? But he couldn’t easily ask about such things.
“I’m a guy who’s irresponsible in many ways.”
“What kind of irresponsible guy stays at the top for 30 years?”
“……”
At Song Hyun-soo’s indignant voice, Yoon Joo-ho glanced sideways.
“Maintaining the top spot for 30 years isn’t possible with just a face. You know that better than anyone, Hyung.”
Brushing off the ash, Yoon Joo-ho frowned.
“You subtly use ‘guy’ like that every time, don’t you?”
“That’s not it, you said ‘guy’ first, so I’m just matching the rhyme.”
Song Hyun-soo knew that adopting a pet required careful consideration. It wasn’t something to be pushed by others.
But Song Hyun-soo could tell.
Yoon Joo-ho’s heart was drawn to that creature. He was just afraid of his own feelings, trying to ignore them. For some reason Song Hyun-soo couldn’t fathom.
He wanted to tell him it was okay. That no matter what anyone said, he was not an irresponsible person.
“Hyung, if you forcibly block feelings from growing, it becomes denial. It’s bad luck. You’ll bring misfortune.”
“Shut up.”
“Hyung, today is Sunday.”
“So what?”
“It’s ‘Honey’s place’ regular day off.”
“……”
Yoon Joo-ho was lost in thought until they passed the Dongtan junction and reached the Giheung Rest Area.
He was probably thinking about the creature that might be sitting on the wall, enduring the snow, left alone in a house where its mother and siblings were gone. This time, Song Hyun-soo didn’t urge him.
After a long while, Yoon Joo-ho stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and spoke.
“I can’t just bring it without telling the restaurant owner.”
“I’ll send her a message!”
“You know the owner’s number?”
He looked back at Song Hyun-soo with a look of astonishment bordering on disbelief.
“Of course. My aunt will probably see the message by the time we get to Seoul. She wakes up at 5 AM for the early morning swimming class.”
Yoon Joo-ho, his face still astonished, shook his head.
“What on earth do you talk about with the owner usually?”
We talk about all sorts of things.
From the fact that my aunt is the captain of the early morning swimming class, to how the Crown Prince is timid and cautious but actually likes human touch.