Come Back

That day, Lee Hae-sung’s shower time was longer than usual.

The foam from the shower gel had long since washed away, yet I stood under the water stream for a long time. Because I had my head down, the water pouring from above didn’t cover my eyes but flowed along my jawline and fell from my chin.

I stared for a long time at the flow of water running towards the drain, having completely washed away all traces of the affair with Choi Hong-seo from my body.

It felt as if the sensation still lingered on the genitals that had been immersed in the lover’s body for three or four hours. That heat, the suction that felt like some mouth was pulling from inside, the secretive mystery of the insides clinging tightly to the walls of the penis as they writhed and twisted… The pleasure I reached by rubbing my genitals against all of that still lingered, feeling heavy around my lower back and groin.

Moreover, I had never felt my partner to be this lovable.

I couldn’t focus on my work because of a mere cold. Instead of saying to take the medicine, rest well, and meet when feeling better, he went directly with porridge. No matter how much Choi Hong-seo thought well of him, he had never been the type to date so affectionately and devotedly until now.

It was even less of a person who sought dark satisfaction by fulfilling their possessiveness while looking at someone leaning on them with a heavy body soaked in heat. It was burdensome to monopolize someone, and it was an environment where one couldn’t be monopolized either.

But why is it different for Choi Hong-seo?

Whether on stage, in a drama, or in her private life… Each of Choi Hong-seo’s gestures felt like a desperate cry, given their utmost effort. There was no half-heartedness; only sincerity and genuine effort filled the air. It was a desperation that surpassed even the average effort. The struggle to be loved by throwing my whole body into it held not only my gaze but also my heart.

I could trust what Choi Hong-seo said. The blind gaze of affection directed at me, the cautiousness of only revealing a corner for fear of being caught in that blindness, and yet the clumsiness that makes it all so visible on this side… Everything about you was endearingly perfect. Lee Haesung himself even acknowledged that he was a fool.

Hee-seong was replaying each and every reaction shown by that precious lover in his mind over and over again.

Haesung… Mr./Ms.?

Just recalling the moment when I called out his name for the first time and then shyly avoided his gaze made me feel like I could get aroused.

Tomorrow, even if I fully recover, I won’t be able to practice… With Haesung’s… Scratch it all for me.

Even if I can’t do it for a long time, still… As if he is inside me.

Hmm… Ihaeseong took a deep breath, puffing up his broad, thick shoulders and then slowly letting them drop. He glanced down at the heavy object in his view and brushed over it a couple of times. It was a touch as if trying to calm an agitated beast.

I know that twenty-seven is not a very young age. It’s also true that I’ve passed the age when people would normally call me a ‘baby.’

But to Lee Hae-sung, Choi Hong-seo was not a twenty-seven-year-old young man, but a twelve-year-younger lover. Even if that kid turned thirty, or forty, they would forever be twelve years younger than him, and in his eyes, they would always be the ‘baby’ he wanted to indulge in every whim.

A baby who wishes to dream without knowing anything about the filth of the world and the stench that comes from it.

Even though it was impossible until now, at least I hoped that Choi Hong-seo would live like that in the future. That was the best he could do for her.

A moment later, Lee Hae-sung shook his head vigorously as if to shake off a bad premonition and lifted his chin. After brushing his hair back and closing his eyes, he finished his shower, washing his entire body one last time.

As usual, I avoided the moisture and quickly left the bathroom. After drying off on the rug at the bathroom entrance, I chose to wear a robe instead of just wrapping myself in a towel. After all, it was a private space, and the indoors were warm enough. Without fastening the front of his gown, Lee Hae-seong passed through the powder room and headed to the dressing room. Before drying her hair, she went to find some whiskey.

Sitting in the armchair on one side of the powder room, Lee Hae-sung stretched his legs out long over the ottoman and crossed his bony ankles over each other. Then, while staring at a certain point, he was lost in thought until he had emptied more than half of the whiskey on the rocks.

And finally, as if having made up his mind, he found the intercom on the table next to the sofa.

Director Kang was soon connected over the speakerphone.

“Director Kang.”

After spending the night at Choi Hong-seo’s place, Lee Hae-seong’s voice was hoarse when he returned home. He lowered his legs from the ottoman, bent his upper body, rested his elbows on his thighs, and rubbed his face with his large palm.

“Please assign someone to Hongseo.”

It was a languid voice without any variation in tone.

“Last time, it seems enough just to keep an eye on things from a distance to make sure no pests like President Jo come around.” Even if something bad happens, I’m worried because he’s not the kind of kid who would tell me.

In response to Director Kang’s answer, Lee Hae-seong shook his head this time.

“No.” No, there’s nothing else you need to investigate.

Because I couldn’t get any sleep due to the all-night affair, I ran my fingers over my roughened face and rubbed the unshaven area under my chin.

“If there are parts you still don’t want to talk about, I don’t want to dig into them.” Such things… Even if it takes time, we should hear it directly from Hongseo. Yes… So, for now, it’s enough to just keep an eye on things to see if any unpleasant incidents occur in the future.

With the hand that had been stroking the stubbly beard, he propped his chin and carefully finished.

“After this overseas business trip to Hongseo, we’ll start moving from then on…” Please select someone trustworthy.

After finishing the call, Lee Haesung placed his legs back on the ottoman and picked up the Ontherox. As the gown flowed down under the sofa and spread wide, the muscular, strong legs were fully revealed. Due to the crossed ankles, a dark penis lay long on the contact surface of the thighs pressed against each other. Without even thinking of adjusting his robe, Lee Hae-sung silently finished the remaining alcohol.

“When I do it…” You might not feel it well.

Before their first encounter, Choi Hong-seo had clearly said that. I was a bit surprised to hear that, but just as I had told Choi Hong-seo, the sensation itself wasn’t important. “I might not feel it well,” I guessed, but judging by Choi Hong-seo’s expression and tone at that time, he seemed completely convinced of his own insensitivity.

But compared to the fact that I mustered all my courage to confess like that because I didn’t want to disappoint him, he was very sensitive from the very beginning.

Even during our first encounter, I simply accepted his understanding. I hadn’t felt it with previous partners, but with me, it’s different. Thinking that way, I even secretly rejoiced without Choi Hong-seo knowing.

However, after the second relationship, some questions remained.

Judging that one doesn’t feel oneself well, after all, meant that one had experience. If there was no experience, that would have been an even more unnatural age. But even though I had sexual experience, and thus came to understand that I wasn’t very good at feeling myself based on that experience… Compared to that, Choi Hong-seo, who had experienced it, was rather sensitive and felt things excessively well.

It’s just that they didn’t love me as much as I did… The techniques of my previous boyfriends were terrible… If it’s not for such a comforting reason? Can a person’s sexual sensitivity really differ that much for such a reason? The difference between insensitivity and sensitivity?

Just in case, even if it’s just a remote possibility… If you had to sleep with someone you didn’t want to, or if you had a traumatic experience that left you with a phobia about sexual relations?

Thud.

In the space that was so quiet it was almost eerie, Heeseong set the cup down on the table, creating a jarring noise.

It will be a false worry.

I’m quite the fool when it comes to Hongseo, feeling jealous of fans who openly shout about wanting to marry him and disapproving of those who gaze at him on stage with dreamy, ecstatic faces. It’s probably just unnecessary worry because of overprotection.

Even if there was some past, there would never be a chance to see Choi Hong-seo again because of that incident. No matter what past there was, the aspects of Choi Hong-seo that he loved could not simply be erased. I just hoped that I could at least prevent any unpleasant things that might happen in the future.

Having emptied his cup, Lee Hae-seong stood up from the sofa, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robe. When Iheseong left the ‘Layered’ dormitory and lay down on his bed, the purple sky outside the blackout curtains was slowly brightening. Due to the still-pouring rain, it was darker outside than usual. Morning was approaching very slowly.

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The new single by ‘Layered’ received a good response.

They broke all their previous records in terms of album pre-orders and rankings on music charts. They are now in high demand for both broadcasts and events.

I was also invited as the main guest to the first TV advertisement unveiling event of Knox Hotel & Resort, held at Knox Hotel Seoul, a member of the Hanseo Group. I had previously been on stage at events held at Knox Hotel, but the treatment was completely different this time.

But above all, the change that made Choi Hong-seo tremble was the audience.

It was distinctly different from the past, where the atmosphere was often lifted for the major stars coming up next. All the audience’s phones were focused on “Layered” on stage, and not only the new songs but also the previous ones could be heard in the so-called sing-along. The fact that such a thing was possible even though it wasn’t a venue exclusively for ‘Layered’ fans was particularly special to Choi Hong-seo.

The moment of connecting with the audience felt like another reward for the past, comparable to being number one on music shows or music charts. While singing an older song with a calm melody compared to the new song, the audience followed along, waving their lit-up phones from side to side. Looking at the lights swaying back and forth, Choi Hong-seo thought of the phrase “Even if I die, I have no regrets” instead of “After hardship comes happiness.”

If I could take this feeling of being compensated for the past as a signal flare towards a bright future, it would be wonderful, but the situation was not that smooth.

“Everyone worked hard.” Nox has prepared lunch boxes in the waiting room, so let’s take a short break and then head to the airport.

As soon as they came off stage, the manager guided the members without giving them a moment to spare. One of the changes was that a senior manager had been almost always accompanying “Layered” on their schedule since recently.

“Aren’t we leaving right away?”

“You don’t have to do it right away.” “Take a little break, change clothes here if you want, and wash your face if you need to.”

“What about the clothes?” Is there no separate sponsorship for airport fashion? Are you wearing the clothes you brought?

Wiping away sweat and bombarded with a barrage of questions from the members, a familiar face suddenly caught my eye between their shoulders. Unlike on stage, where he had been expressionless and sweating profusely, Choi Hong-seo’s face suddenly lit up. Jung Ji-in, who discovered such a scene, also smiled back.

“Uh?” Jini! Hello! Bro, I saw the ad!

“You looked just like a real prince!” I thought you were Nox’s son!

After the other members who found Jeong Ji-in exchanged a loud round of greetings, they moved to the waiting room first, and only then could Choi Hong-seo and Jeong Ji-in move to a less crowded part of the hallway to talk.

“Maybe because I was sick, I’ve lost more weight.”

“I did it on purpose.” Success in dieting.

“Do I really have to go this far?”

“They said you look even prettier now, right?”

“…… that person?”That person?

“No, the fans.”

Since they had consulted over the phone several times, Jeong Ji-in also knew that Choi Hong-seo was struggling with relationship issues. I still haven’t revealed that the object of that concern is Lee Hae-sung.

Just by saying “that person,” without even specifying who it was, Choi Hong-seo’s face turned red. With a slight laugh, she nudged Jeong Ji-in’s shoulder and took a few more sips of the bottled water she was holding.