Exotic Love (Novel)

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“It’s a lot harder than I thought when we started filming, and there are conflicts and frictions, but it’s good nonetheless.  Compared to the time when I couldn’t take any pictures and was helpless.”

  I felt like I was suddenly choked up at the sincerity of his pouring out honesty.  Although I had only talked to him a few times, Yoon Hee-gyeom was a man who did not hide his passion for movies, and it was difficult to express how he felt when he came to me every time.  It's a feeling that I can't even identify myself. Is it that good? When I thought about it, I felt like my stomach is tightening.

  Passion for film. I finally realized why it felt uncomfortable and the identity of the awkwardness I felt.

  I looked at Yoon Hee-gyeom. I wanted to see the look on his face when he said it. Although he looked the same as usual, is it my illusion that I can see a smile on his lips? Again, something flickered in his eyes. Honest desire...…, no, the eyes showing enthusiasm seemed deeper than ever.

  The upper part of the eye was definitely more concave than before.  The cheeks below the cheekbone that had been assaulted by my hand looked slender.  The jawline is also sharp.  It wasn't just a face that looked temporary tired.

  "…I think you've lost some weight because of it."

  "Really?"

  Yoon Hee-gyeom murmured, rubbing his cheek. He and I concentrated on the meal again and there was silence. As I ate, I glanced at him a couple of times. You seem to be eating well... Clearly, his body seemed a little slimmer than before.

"Would you like some coffee?"

   After eating, he asked, clearing the table. I was just staring blankly, but I was thinking I should get up and go home. I have to go home.

   "It's an instant coffee."

   I have to go home. I don't even drink instant coffee. Even with that thought, I didn't take my butt off the chair. I just nodded my head. It's awkward, uncomfortable, embarrassing..…, nevertheless, I let it happen.

   Yoon Hee-gyeom, who stacked the dishes on the sink, put the instant coffee on the cup and wiped the table once. His house must have been empty for a while for filming, but I thought he would have a neat personality just by looking at the house immediately without a single speck of dust.

   The water boiled, and Yoon Hee-gyeom pour two cups of coffee in the mug and put it on the table. It smelled savory and sweet. However, I don't like the taste of murky cream or the taste of sugar, so I don't usually enjoy it. But I took a sip... … it wasn't as bad as I expected.

   "…It's nice."

  I drank less than half a sip to the extent that only my lips were wet, but my tongue spoke smoothly.  It seemed that Yoon Hee-gyeom smiled lightly.  Even if it was a very small, subtle smile.

   I had the illusion of a flash of light pouring out of my face for an instant.  My stomach trembles at the light.  It was a small smile, but maybe it was because I had seen it in person, and it was just like seeing a brightly smiling face on the screen.  It was really weird.  I feel like I don't know what to say.  I just wanted to leave this place.

  Bzzt- bzzt-

  “…..!”

  It was the phone ringing in my pocket that saved me then.  I was shocked by the vibration, but he don't know how happy I was.  The savior was Kim Tae-woon, who was also my brake.  Without asking Yoon Hee-gyeom for his understanding, I took out my cell phone from my arms and answered the call.  It was at the same time that I stood up.

  "Hello."

  [Director Jung, where are you?]]

  "Outside. What's wrong?"

  I looked at Yoon Hee-gyeom with my eyes and bow my head to say that i'm leaving.  The coffee on the table was still placed in a state almost unchanged from the initial amount.  As soon as it caught my eye, my hand reached out without me knowing, and I immediately poured the hot thing into my mouth and swallowed it. My mouth and esophagus were burned that I just frowned and set the empty glass down on the table.  I glanced at Yoon Hee-gyeom and said my goodbye with my lips.  Then I immediately grabbed my jacket, put on my shoes, and ran out of the house.

   I quickly walked down the hallway and stairs and got into the car.

   [Director Jung?]

  "….Oh, I'll talk to you later, so shut up. I'll go home now."

I answered back and hung up the phone. Kim Tae-woon's phone call had never been so fortunate, but i couldn't answer him nicely.

   One question popped into my head as I drove home.

   Why is Yoon Hee-gyeom having sex with me?

   "……Ha."

   Actually, I knew the answer. I had no choice but to laugh bitterly. But it wasn't too bitter. Whatever Yoon Hee-gyeom's reason is, it's none of my business. To me, I'm the most important, and I don't think about other people's reasons.  I like having sex with Yoon Hee-gyeom, so there is nothing wrong with me since he does not refuse.

   It's just...tender and affectionate sex that seems to fit everything to me. The breakfast he prepared for me, serving me coffee and...a light smile. Those things keep getting mixed up in my head. So I was just a little curious.