Chapter 1.2
His father was a music layman, and like how he had taken a college professor's claim that nine-year-old Haewon had perfect pitch at face value, he accepted Haewon's switch to freelancing as something comparable to having perfect pitch. He even thought that freelancing was better than being at HanKyung Symphony.
Anyway, Haewon was a violinist. He was a performer of some renown, enough so that a talented composer specifically included a violin solo piece for him.
Besides that one job, there wasn’t much work, but he was a freelancer who could make a decent living without giving private lessons, primarily because his father was wealthy.
The summer sunshine was transparent and warm. Thanks to the air conditioning blasting in the hotel, the indoor temperature was cool enough to require a cardigan. The sunlight covered Haewon’s body like a warm blanket. The chill and goosebumps that had risen momentarily subsided.
The man reached out and picked up a piece of crisply cooked bacon. The skilled composer and producer, who was a U.S. citizen and embraced both a Western diet and sexual style, was nonetheless distinctly Korean by the name of Kim Jaemin.
Haewon had participated in a few of his classical music productions, some of which had been very successful. His work was primarily done at his home in the U.S., and the production and recording took place in a studio in Seoul. When he came to Korea, he stayed for a few days to several months, depending on his schedule.
"Being with you... it's like time flows differently."
Kim Jaemin said casually. Haewon, focusing his gaze outside the window, did not respond much. It was probably meant as a compliment, but Haewon neither felt flattered nor overwhelmed.
Fundamentally, Haewon was a lazy and indolent person. He never rushed nor felt anxious. It made sense that Kim, who lived a busy life, felt time differently when with him. Kim took it positively, treating his trips to Seoul for work like a vacation to the Mediterranean.
He invariably called Haewon upon landing at the airport, and Haewon never refused. After bacon, Kim picked up some bread, and crumbs fell onto his shirt.
"Practice. I won’t be lenient during recording."
"Like when we have sex?"