As Winston had said, the movie was incredibly entertaining. Since opportunities like this were rare, Yu-jin quickly became absorbed in the screen. He hadn’t watched many films in his life. The only times he got to watch one were when a book he enjoyed had the word “Adapted into a Major Motion Picture” on its cover. If he expressed interest, equipment would be set up a few days later for him to watch it. During the screening, the attendants would either stand or sit at a distance, waiting, and the moment the film ended, they would immediately retrieve the equipment—almost as if leaving it behind would tempt him into committing some sort of mischief.
The whole setup made him so uncomfortable that he rarely even asked to watch a movie.
Besides, those films had moments where the scenes seemed to cut abruptly. Though it didn’t hinder his understanding of the plot, the unnatural transitions were impossible to ignore. Until now, Yu-jin had assumed that was just how movies were. But this one was completely different. The seamless flow of the story had him utterly captivated—until, suddenly, a realization struck him.
Could those have been… sexual scenes?
The explicit sequences unfolding before his eyes—scenes he had never encountered in any of the films he’d previously watched—confirmed his suspicion. Harold must have deliberately edited them out to keep him from seeing such things. Though Yu-jin was convinced his guess was correct, a lingering question remained.
Why?
Did he think I was too young or immature to watch them?
That was the limit of his imagination. There didn’t seem to be any other reason. After all, what was the point of going through the trouble of censoring everything?
As soon as he dismissed it as something trivial, the vague discomfort he had felt vanished, replaced by the joy of the present moment. The movie continued without a single cut, flowing naturally. And here he was, sitting beside Winston, watching it together on such a massive screen. What a stroke of luck. Completely immersed, he lost himself in the story.
He had no way of knowing that the real reason Harold had ordered even the smallest kissing scenes to be removed was to prevent Yu-jin from getting aroused and forming inappropriate relationships with the household staff. The thought never even crossed his mind. Likewise, Harold never once imagined that Yu-jin had already been secretly meeting with Winston.
And now, at this very moment—when Harold was being crushed under the suffocating pressure of his company’s affairs, so overwhelmed that he could think of nothing else—he remained oblivious to the fact that the precious jewel he had so meticulously hidden away had already been stolen. Not by a stranger, but by his own son.
And that jewel… was currently sitting side by side with said son on the sofa, fervently contemplating how to get into bed with him tonight.
This is incredible. I had no idea a movie like this even existed.
Hands clasped tightly as if in prayer, Yu-jin let out a small, awed sigh. The stunning cinematography and gripping storyline made even the briefest blink feel like a waste. Yes, grab that! And go after her, quickly!
Feeling as though he had become an extra in the film, Yu-jin cheered on the protagonist in his mind. When the male lead suddenly sprinted forward, as if he had actually heard Yu-jin’s silent plea, he was so overjoyed that he broke into a wide, open-mouthed grin.
Yes! Now just confess already!
Just as he was mentally rooting for the characters—
Ah.
At that moment, realization struck, and Yu-jin jolted in surprise. Wait—this isn’t the time to be getting lost in a movie!
The film would still be here tomorrow, and the day after that, and as many times as he wanted. If it was Winston, he would make sure Yu-jin could watch comfortably whenever he pleased.
But tonight—tonight was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
And this movie… it was the perfect instructional material. Look at them—just meeting each other’s gaze is enough to make sparks fly.
On screen, the protagonists had reunited and were deep in conversation. The atmosphere between them was noticeably more intense than before, a clear indication that something was about to happen. Yu-jin straightened his posture and focused all his attention on the screen. He had to study their every move carefully. He couldn’t afford to miss a single detail.
Winston, meanwhile, gazed at Yu-jin’s profile in silence. He was so utterly absorbed that he didn’t even notice the weight of Winston’s stare.
Yes, the movie was entertaining. He could acknowledge that. But the real reason he had recommended this particular film had nothing to do with the plot.
If his memory served him correctly, they were only minutes away from the protagonists’ first physical encounter.
It had been so bold that back when the movie was first released, critics had scoffed, saying, If they were going to go that far, they might as well have just gone all the way.
At the time, Winston had been indifferent to such remarks. But now… now, he wholeheartedly agreed. In fact, he wanted to take it a step further—to the point of wanting to shout, Just go ahead and get him pregnant already.
Pregnant.
The word halted him mid-thought.
The mere idea of Yu-jin carrying his child sent a heat surging through him, making the restraint he had barely been holding onto crumble in an instant. Of course, that day would come eventually.
A child born of Yu-jin, a child with features resembling both of them—could there be anything in this world more precious and beautiful?
If they did it tonight…
That was the surest way to make it an irreversible fact. And then his father would have no choice but to—
The thought of Yu-jin becoming his, completely and irrevocably, made Winston lose the last shred of patience he had left.
He glanced at the screen just in time to see the long-awaited scene begin. The moment the male lead grabbed the female protagonist’s waist and pulled her into his arms—
Winston did the exact same thing.
Wrapping an arm around Yu-jin’s waist, he yanked him in, flush against his own body.
“……Hiiik!”
It was only after the sound left his mouth that Yu-jin realized his mistake. Oh no! He frantically turned his gaze back to the screen, only to see that the protagonists were already locked in a deep kiss. In that instant, it felt as if the sky had come crashing down on him.
The shock of the situation made him let out a strange, deflated noise, like air escaping from a punctured balloon. His eyes widened as he instinctively turned to look at Winston.
Ah.
I missed it. I didn’t see how they got to the kiss.
Winston was usually the one who initiated their kisses, and that was all there ever was to it, so Yu-jin had never thought much about how a kiss was supposed to start. But this time was different. This wasn’t just a kiss—it was only the beginning, a necessary step toward something much bigger.
And yet, he had completely missed it.
A wave of despair washed over him.
Maybe… maybe tonight just isn’t the night after all…
As his enthusiasm wavered and he sank into dejection, Winston, still holding him close, began to move his hand—slowly stroking the area just above Yu-jin’s navel.
Huh?
Yu-jin’s eyes snapped wide open at the unfamiliar sensation. He could clearly see the large hand resting on his stomach—and then, as if deliberately showing him what he was doing, Winston let his hand wander lower.
This time, Yu-jin barely managed to clamp both hands over his mouth, stifling the strange sound that threatened to escape. What is this? What’s happening right now?
He had no idea why Winston was acting this way. Maybe he was just touching him because he wanted to. But if he really intended to go all the way tonight, wouldn’t he need to start with a kiss first? In all the steamy scenes Yu-jin had read in novels, things always began with a kiss—either they hugged and then kissed, or kissed and then hugged, but either way, the kiss always came first.
Maybe Winston doesn’t plan on doing anything tonight after all…
The realization left Yu-jin feeling oddly crestfallen. But the next moment, he pulled himself together.
No, it’s fine. I can just learn today and use that knowledge next time…
With renewed determination, he turned his focus back to the movie. But just then, Winston, who had been watching him closely, narrowed his eyes and abruptly moved his hand lower.
“Hiiiiiik!”
This time, he couldn’t hold back the startled yelp that escaped him. Yu-jin hastily slapped both hands over his mouth, breathing heavily. He didn’t even need to look—he could feel it. Winston’s hand had slid up beneath his shirt, fingers grazing over his bare skin with unmistakable intent.
“Yu-jin.”
Winston’s voice was a husky whisper against his ear. The heat of his large palm against his skin burned like fire.
“Uh, uh?”
Yu-jin’s shoulders jerked as he stammered incoherently.
Winston’s voice remained low as he asked, “How does it feel?”
“Uh…? Feel…?”
What kind of feeling is he talking about?
Yu-jin’s mind was in complete disarray, unable to process anything except the hand that was slowly caressing his waist, tracing circles around his navel. Was he talking about the weather? No, that didn’t make sense. Maybe the fries they had earlier? Or… or—
Winston tilted his head as he observed Yu-jin’s flushed face, clearly flustered beyond words.
“Ah!”
Yu-jin let out a small gasp as a sharp sensation pricked the curve of his ear—Winston had playfully nipped at it. It didn’t hurt, but before Yu-jin could react, Winston soothed the spot by rubbing his lips over it in slow, deliberate strokes. Then, in a hushed voice, he spoke.
“If I do this…”
The hand that had been moving leisurely suddenly shifted lower.
Yu-jin barely had time to register the sensation before he felt Winston’s fingers slipping past the waistband of his thin cotton pants. Just as the realization hit him, Winston murmured,
“How does this make you feel?”
Yu-jin froze.
Winston could feel the way his body stiffened completely in his arms. He knew, without a doubt, that Yu-jin’s mind had gone utterly blank. The only movement from him was the uneven rise and fall of his shoulders as he struggled to breathe properly.
A faint smile played on Winston’s lips.
“You don’t dislike it, do you?”
As he spoke, his fingers brushed against the bare skin beneath the waistband once more.
Yu-jin flinched violently, but instead of pushing him away, he only shook his head. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out—he didn’t even know how to describe it.
His stomach felt oddly ticklish, his toes kept curling involuntarily, and there was a strange, throbbing sensation in a place he couldn’t possibly put into words…
With his eyes shut tightly, his entire body trembling, Yu-jin could only endure.
And then, Winston whispered—
“Then…”
His low, velvety voice brushed against his ear like a fleeting breath, sending a shiver down Yu-jin’s spine.
“…how about we keep going until you can put it into words?”
