The Accidental Discovery

Inwoo emerged from the shower, his gaze catching on something. He bent down, retrieving it from beneath the sofa’s backrest. It was a cell phone, and he wondered why it was there. The screen remained dark, its battery apparently dead.

Seo Junwon immediately came to mind. Did that idiot drop it while running away? Inwoo mused. Is he Cinderella or something? Unsure of its owner, Inwoo decided to power it on and check.

Just then, the door opened. Dakyung, his manager, appeared, her arms laden with gift baskets. Most of them were from people Inwoo had met. She stacked them to one side, clicking her tongue in disapproval.

“Poor fish,” she muttered.

Turning, she spotted Inwoo sitting on the bed, holding a phone. She approached him quickly, a look of surprise on her face. She had confiscated his phone earlier that day. However, upon closer inspection, she realized it wasn’t his.

“What’s that?”

“It’s not mine.”

“Then whose is it?”

“Seo Junwon seems to have left it behind.”

“Oh, my word!” Dakyung exclaimed, fussing as she reached out a hand, asking for the phone. She had, in fact, heard that Seo Junwon had visited while she and CEO Yang were out buying eel rice bowls. She couldn’t express how disappointed she was not to have seen his face. Yet, instead of handing it over, Inwoo slipped the phone into his robe pocket.

“Aren’t you leaving?”

“Give it to me. I’ll have to deliver it anyway.”

“If I leave it, he’ll come back for it.”

“You’re acting suspicious.”

“Suspicious of what?”

“You don’t harbor any ulterior motives for Seo Junwon, do you?”

“Ulterior motives? Don’t be ridiculous. I absolutely detest that muscle-bound jock type.”

“Oh my, oh my! Our Junwon oppa is incredibly popular, you know?”

“More popular than me?”

“If you only count fans, oppa has more, but if you subtract the antis, you’d lose, oppa.”

“Are you going to keep hitting me where it hurts?”

It wasn’t an untrue statement. Everyone knew Inwoo had as many antis as he had fans. While a popular figure might dismiss the presence of antis, the sheer number of Inwoo’s detractors was significant. This was precisely why CEO Yang had confiscated his phone and laptop for a time, even forcing him to cease all SNS activity.

“And ‘muscle-bound jock’? That’s what a real man’s body looks like! What kind of muscles are those that a trainer has to squeeze out of you, like yours, oppa?”

Inwoo frowned. He was terribly upset that the muscles he had only recently developed seemed to be disappearing.

“Go, you pest. I’m going to sleep now.”

“No, you can’t. CEO Yang said not to leave you alone, in case you cause trouble.”

Inwoo’s expression turned incredulous.

“Even so, how can you and I sleep together here?”

“Why can’t we?”

“Dakyung. There’s an old saying.”

“What saying?”

Inwoo trailed off.

“What is it?”

“Men and women, seven-…”

Inwoo’s eyes rolled as he mouthed words, trying to recall the full saying. Chilseok Real Estate? he seemed to wonder, a doubtful expression on his face. Dakyung pressed her lips together, stifling a laugh. Where in the world is that real estate agency? she thought. No wonder his phone gets confiscated.

“Alright, I’m leaving then. You mustn’t do anything, or go anywhere. You just need to sleep. There are still reporters outside, you know.”

“Alright…”

“Promise.”

“Promise. Stamp, copy, sign, done. Happy now?”

Dakyung shook her head. He’s so childish, honestly.

“Well, I’m off then.”

She gathered her bag, as if she had been waiting for the cue. Surely, he wouldn’t go out to meet a man in that state, she mused. If he knew, he’d foam at the mouth, but as his manager, I secretly wished that Lee Inwoo’s d*ck would never regain its memory.

Left alone in the empty hospital room, Inwoo pulled at the elastic waistband of his patient pants and peered inside. It had shown no reaction when Seo Junwon touched it earlier, nor when he had soaped and scrubbed it during his shower just moments ago.

What if it stays like this? he worried.

After sitting for a long while with a dejected expression, he pulled out Seo Junwon’s phone from his pocket. He plugged it into the charger, and a moment later, it powered on. Sure enough, it was locked with a pattern, composed of nine dots.

Inwoo’s tongue traced the inside of his mouth. He knew Seo Junwon would come for it tomorrow, but a spark of curiosity flared within him. He tried a few patterns, but each resulted in an error. Surely, it’s not simply a ‘ㄱ’ pattern, is it? he wondered. Casually, he drew the ‘ㄱ’ shape, and the lock clicked open.

“Oh!” Inwoo gasped in admiration. His eyes widened the moment he checked the wallpaper. It was a picture of Lee Inwoo himself! The photo was from a summer photoshoot, depicting him with an unbuttoned shirt, sweaty, and licking an ice cream cone. It had been quite scandalous, causing a stir for a while.

“That bear cub… acting all innocent.”

Then, bang! The sound of a door being slammed echoed. Inwoo looked up to see Seo Junwon standing at the entrance. He was in the same clothes as before, but his attire and hair were disheveled, and his face was flushed red, as if he had rushed here in a hurry.

Inwoo quickly snatched the phone, tucked it into his pocket, and stood up.

“What’s wrong?”

Junwon hurried in, his gaze darting around the floor.

“Um… Inwoo. Did I perhaps drop my phone here?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen it.”

For a brief moment, Inwoo saw Seo Junwon let out a sigh of relief. Even then, Junwon’s eyes continued to scan the floor and the sofa. Inwoo fiddled with the phone hidden in his robe pocket, observing him. He ran away earlier, but now he’s back for his phone, Inwoo thought.

Inwoo’s gaze slowly traveled up Seo Junwon’s body. Beneath the shirt, with its sleeves rolled up two or three times, his firm forearms and visible veins were apparent. The watch on his wrist was also quite expensive. It only served to further accentuate his strong arms.

His eyes now lingered on Junwon’s shoulders and chest. With every movement, his shirt stretched, revealing the subtle ripple of hidden muscles beneath. Inwoo imagined Junwon’s naked body, licking his lips before his gaze drifted lower, to his waist.

Even through his pants, Junwon’s thighs felt impressively firm. Inwoo had never dated an athlete before; it wasn’t his type. Yet, seeing one right in front of him, he realized it wasn’t as bad as he’d imagined. Naturally, an athlete would have excellent stamina.

In Inwoo’s mind, Seo Junwon had already transformed into a s*x machine, his hips thrusting wildly above him. As Inwoo licked his lips once more, Junwon looked up. Inwoo quickly changed his expression, offering a sweet smile as he pulled the phone from his pocket.

“Here you go.”

Ah. Even though his phone was found, Junwon’s expression abruptly darkened. He snatched it, quickly checking the screen. He couldn’t have seen it. Surely not, he thought, relief washing over him that he had locked it. Meanwhile, Inwoo walked to the refrigerator, pulled out a juice, and twisted off its cap. He then offered it to Junwon.

“You came all the way here just for that? You should have called me.”

“Huh?”

“Our director said he gave you my contact information. If you’d called, I would have kept it safe for you.”

Why is he being so kind? Junwon wondered. Wasn’t he angry about what happened earlier? As Junwon, still bewildered, drank his juice, Inwoo sat on the sofa and casually crossed his legs. The robe parted like a curtain, revealing his firm, smooth thigh. A red warning light began flashing in Junwon’s mind. He quickly set down the half-finished juice, slipped his phone into his pants pocket, and bowed politely.

“I apologize for earlier. I should be going now,”

“Apologize for what? Ah. For running away?”

Junwon remained silent.

“Or for saving my naked picture on your phone?”

Junwon’s face went utterly pale. He saw it! Junwon’s mind screamed. But I wasn’t naked! My shirt was just slightly pulled back from my shoulder. I only set it as my wallpaper because my face looked good in it, not for any strange reasons! He tried to stammer out an excuse, but no words came, only his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

“What were you doing looking at my face? Something perverted?”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“Why are you so flustered? I was just joking.”

Junwon could only stare.

“Suspicious.”

“It’s really not… I am a fan, but I’ve never had such dirty thoughts about you, Inwoo!”

Inwoo picked up an orange from the fruit basket on the table. He tried to peel it, but the skin was surprisingly tough and thick. Instead of peeling it, he tore at it, prompting Junwon, who had been watching, to subtly extend his hand.

“Give it to me. I’ll do it for you,” Junwon offered.

The orange, once handed to him, was stripped bare in an instant.

“You’re quite good at peeling.”

Junwon remained frozen.

Inwoo met Seo Junwon’s gaze, tore off a segment of the fruit, and popped it into his mouth, chewing slowly. A sour burst of juice made him grimace, and his dry mouth was instantly drenched. He licked his lower lip, looking at Junwon, who was staring blankly at the orange—or perhaps at Inwoo’s lips as he ate it. Inwoo detached another segment and offered it to him.

“Want some?”

Junwon stepped back, shaking his head. “No, thank you.”

“Why are you running away? Is someone going to eat you?”

Left with no choice, Junwon awkwardly approached and took the orange. Not like a drink, he slightly twisted his body as he put the orange in his mouth, mechanically moving his jaw. Inwoo smiled slyly, then patted the sofa beside him.

“Care to sit here for a moment?”

“Huh?”

“I can’t sleep if there’s no one next to me. Just lend me your leg for a bit.”

As Junwon hesitated, Inwoo simply lay down and gave him a look. Hurry up. With no other option, Junwon went and sat on the sofa. The remnants of the orange he had just eaten lingered in his mouth. As soon as he sat down, Lee Inwoo’s head rested on his thigh. His legs tensed instinctively, and he swallowed the remaining orange debris.

“Wow, your thigh is like a rock. Why is it so firm?”

As Inwoo’s hand moved to the inner part of his thigh, Junwon held his breath, staring straight ahead. Should he just stand up? While he debated, the hand delved deeper.

“Breathe. You’ll die if you don’t.”

A soft chuckle was heard. Junwon still stared straight ahead, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

“I was a little touched earlier, you know.”

Unsure what Inwoo meant, Junwon glanced down at him. “Huh?”

“That you didn’t want to defile me. That was quite refreshing.”

“Ah…”

“But do you know something?”

Lee Inwoo’s eyes curved downward slightly, appearing wet as if holding water. His fans often said he had a ‘peach blossom’ charm. Junwon wasn’t so foolish as to be unaware of what that meant. Involuntarily, he found his gaze fixed on Inwoo’s face.

Inwoo, who had been staring intently, gestured for him to lean closer. Just looking at him made Junwon’s heart pound. When he remained stiff, Inwoo grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down. Despite the gentle force, Junwon’s upper body moved downward as if drawn by a magnet.

Soon, Lee Inwoo’s sultry voice whispered into his ear.

“Actually, I… like being defiled.”