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Cha Joobin slowly shifted his gaze to Gong Yoochan.

Their eyes met, the intensity of the stare making Yoochan gulp momentarily.

“Why not? Is there a problem?”

With Cha Joobin’s nonchalant words, their lips connected.

Joobin, who had been sitting below, rose up onto the sofa, pushing Yoochan back as if it was second nature, pressing their lips together with force.

He slid his tongue between Yoochan’s slightly parted lips and naturally wrapped his arm around his waist.

Joobin balanced one foot on the ground while his other knee rested on the sofa.

As he stroked Yoochan’s body and explored his mouth, Yoochan instinctively wrapped his arms around Joobin’s neck.

The soft sounds of their lips meeting and parting echoed quietly in the room.

Following that, the wet sound of mingling saliva and the occasional moan of pleasure filled the space.

Joobin’s movements were incredibly skilled and seductive.

Despite being flustered and blushing from the light pecks earlier, he now kissed with boldness and expertise.

Yoochan’s heart raced, as if it hit a speed bump.

It felt like his body was twisting with excitement.

Remembering how Joobin’s subtle charms always drew him in, Yoochan felt as if he was reliving the first time his heart skipped a beat for him.

Any concern about whether this kiss could be shown on TV had long since disappeared.

He figured the production team would know what to cut.

After a moment, Joobin pulled away, gently stroking Yoochan’s soft cheek before giving his lips a quick peck again.

Then, as if he couldn’t bear it any longer, he lay down, fully pressing his body against Yoochan.

“Hyung, you’re really unfair…”

At Joobin’s sudden complaint, Yoochan let out a baffled sigh.

He gently stroked Joobin’s smooth hair, despite the bleaching, and massaged his scalp, causing Joobin to squirm slightly.

“What did I do that’s so unfair?”

“There’s just something.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not telling.”

Not telling, huh.

Maybe it was because their bodies were completely pressed together, but Yoochan could clearly feel Joobin’s erection against his thigh.

He understood Joobin was young and full of energy, and having just woken up, he could easily be aroused, but getting hard from just a kiss was still kind of funny.

Even after patting his butt with a couple of firm taps, Joobin didn’t move.

Embarrassed, he buried his face in Yoochan’s neck, letting out a soft groan.

“Just… a second. Sorry, hold on…”

“No, the cameras are still here.”

“Mhm…”

Since walking around with an obvious bulge in front of the cameras wasn’t an option, Yoochan stroked Joobin’s back, assuring him that it was fine.

As they jokingly patted each other, soft laughter touched the skin near his neck.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

So, when the playful pats grew a bit more intense, as if to tease, Joobin’s lips kept brushing and pulling away from the nape of Yoochan’s neck.

After some time, as only the light sounds of their kisses filled the room, Joobin finally calmed down, sitting up with an embarrassed smile.

When Yoochan lightly patted his butt, Joobin’s face turned bright red.

“Stop that. Why do you keep touching my butt?”

“Why? Is it not okay?”

“…Fine. But don’t do it.”

“What the heck?”

It’s possible, so why not?

‘Well, since he said not to, I’ll leave it for now and come back to it later.’

The two sat close together, deciding on which movie to watch, where, and what time.

They also picked out their dinner menu.

Along the way, there was a small disagreement.

Cha Joobin wanted to watch a romantic comedy, while Gong Yoochan was set on watching the trending animated movie.

Normally, they’d both be stubborn about it, but in the end, Gong Yoochan conceded and agreed to the romantic comedy that Cha Joobin liked.

“But we’re getting our own popcorn.”

“Why? You don’t want to share?”

“No, I just don’t like onion flavor.”

When it came to popcorn, Gong Yoochan had been a die-hard purist since childhood.

He didn’t understand why there were so many flavors now, but regardless, he always stuck with classic butter popcorn.

“It’s good, though.”

Cha Joobin shrugged, clearly aware of this, but didn’t push him to eat the same flavor.

“I’ll just have a couple.”

“Sure.”

Cha Joobin nodded and leaned his head on Gong Yoochan’s shoulder.

They decided to have a simple dinner at the mall where the cinema was located.

After informing the production team of their plans, the two passed the time while waiting for confirmation on filming cooperation.

Soon enough, they were told that the restaurant had agreed to cooperate with the filming.

Upon hearing this, Gong Yoochan gave Cha Joobin’s broad shoulder a light pat.

“Huh?”

“Get ready to leave. Let’s go.”

“Already? It’s only 3 o’clock, hyung.”

Cha Joobin glanced at his watch.

They had a dinner reservation for 5 PM, and the movie was at 8:20 PM.

What was the rush to leave so soon?

It was a weekday, so the mall likely wouldn’t be crowded, but Cha Joobin, who disliked being around too many people, shot a puzzled look at Gong Yoochan.

“Let’s stop by the café near home, grab some coffee, and take our time getting to the mall by 5. How does that sound?”

“That café? The one where you signed your autograph on the photoshoot recently? You even signed on my face, didn’t you?”

“You saw that?”

“I saw it.”

At Cha Joobin’s firm words, Gong Yoochan awkwardly scratched the back of his head and then, as if in defiance, opened his eyes wide.

“But back then, weren’t you the one who was being annoying?”

“What do you mean I was annoying? You were the one who started it first…”

Cha Joobin, who had been hopping in frustration, quickly clamped his mouth shut.

His handsome lips drooped down, and his lower lip, which seemed to pull inward, showed his frustration.

Seeing him like that, Gong Yoochan found it both funny and cute, and without realizing it, he hugged Cha Joobin’s small head tightly, laughing out loud.

At the time, Gong Yoochan had been annoyed too, so he had dramatically signed across Cha Joobin’s face, but thinking back, it was such a childish thing to do.

With a half-hearted “Sorry, sorry,” Gong Yoochan rubbed his cheek against Cha Joobin’s head.

“Let go. This won’t make me forgive you.”

“I know you’re already over it.”

“…”

“How about we grab some coffee, sit for a bit, and leave when it’s time? I’ll treat you to coffee.”

“How expensive could coffee be anyway?”

“Don’t want to?”

“…I want to.”

Though Cha Joobin had been sulking, it didn’t last long.

He left a quiet reply and gently slipped out from Gong Yoochan’s embrace, heading into his room first.

Gong Yoochan made his way to the dressing room as well.

The thought of spending time with Cha Joobin after so long made him feel happier.

Maybe that’s why—every piece of clothing he picked was bright-colored.

He rationalized it by saying the outfit would suit the movie’s mood and the good weather outside.

By the time he finished putting on a watch and stepped out, Cha Joobin had also come out, similarly dressed in bright clothes for the first time in a while.

Gong Yoochan chuckled and tilted his head.

“Seems like you’re in a good mood.”

“You too, hyung.”

“Yeah, I feel great.”

There was no need to hide it.

As Gong Yoochan smiled brightly and grabbed his coat, Cha Joobin picked up one of the car keys lined up on the living room shelf.

“Are you driving, hyung?”

“Yeah.”

They shared the car anyway.

Unless they had conflicting schedules, there wasn’t much need to differentiate whose car was whose.

Gong Yoochan took the car key from Cha Joobin and wrapped his arm around his waist as they headed toward the front door.

When they got there, they playfully argued about which shoes to wear.

They hadn’t planned on matching, but somehow both ended up picking the same pair of sneakers, which led to a long discussion about whether to wear them or not.

In the end, they both wore the same style of Converse shoes.

The only difference was that Gong Yoochan wore black while Cha Joobin wore white, but from head to toe, they ended up looking quite similar in tone.

Standing side by side at the entrance, they looked pretty good together.

Gong Yoochan was adjusting his clothes one last time in front of the full-length mirror by the door when—

Click.

The light sound of a shutter rang out, and Gong Yoochan turned to look at Cha Joobin.

He hadn’t noticed that Cha Joobin, who had been quietly standing there, had pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of them through the mirror.

“I’m taking another one.”

“Okay.”

This time, Gong Yoochan tilted his posture slightly and leaned against Cha Joobin.

As they both peered at the screen together, a bright smile appeared, and right after that, a click echoed as the shutter went off.

The photo that followed caught my eye. Without saying a word, Gong Yoochan pointed at me with his finger.

It was a request to send it to him, and Cha Joobin seemed to understand without needing any words, immediately sending the photo to Gong Yoochan.

“Are you going to post it?”

“Later.”

With a satisfied smile, Cha Joobin wrapped his arm around Gong Yoochan’s shoulder.

It wasn’t just Gong Yoochan who wondered why it was taking so long to leave the house; Cha Joobin also pulled him along, encouraging him to get going.

Finally, the two stepped out of the house. Even while riding the elevator and heading to the café, they stole moments to steal kisses whenever they could.

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