Chapter 1.1
The sound of the cellphone's ringtone rang monotonously in the dark. Haewon was lying face down on the bed. A hand lightly placed on his bare back grazed his shoulder blades. It was a signal to get up and answer the phone. Haewon did not move.
The ringtone continued to sound, not cutting off. Realizing that the person calling wasn’t about to give up before Haewon answered, the man, slowly reacting to his light sleep, finally groaned in Haewon’s place and got up from the bed.
"Leave it."
Haewon was awake. He could feel the man's gaze pausing as it looked down at him. Haewon spoke again.
"Leave it. It’ll disconnect if you keep this up."
"It's already the second time it's ringing."
To be precise, it was the third time.
The ringtone faintly cut off, and after a few minutes, it rang again. The people who called Haewon were predictable: the man lying beside him, his stepmother who called once a month to give him a meager living allowance, a high school acquaintance, and a few others.
The current call was likely from a high school classmate. He usually called late at night. He was the same type as Haewon—getting aroused by looking at men and releasing through them.
Ugh, how annoying.
Haewon buried his head under the pillow and dug deeper into the bed, finding a place to hide from the things bothering him.
The man, sitting up, kissed Haewon’s bare back and got out of the bed. Refusing the wide residence offered by the record label, the man stayed at a hotel.