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Chapter 126: Proposal
by GideonHot saliva continuously swept and licked over the swollen area.
Jubin trembled with shame at the squelching sounds of suction.
“S-Stop… Zion.”
His already sensitized nerves were pushed to the breaking point. While this spot was the most sensitive for any Omega, Jubin was exceptionally weak there.
“Haa, haaah…”
His body responded to the pleasure surging up his spine, steadily releasing slick. The sensation was so intense it went beyond mere lubrication; he was practically gushing.
“Haa, Zion. I hate this…”
“Hate it? You love it.”
Hearing him say he hated it only made Zion suck more blatantly. The feeling of being pulled into his mouth was so ecstatic that Jubin’s entire body went limp.
“Why are you so sweet here too, hyung?”
“Hah… stop it. Just put it in.”
“I can’t. If I keep teasing you like this, you won’t be able to sleep.”
But what am I supposed to do when you keep sucking on me like that?
“Ugh…!”
Jubin couldn’t hold back any longer and came.
The sheer force of the orgasm drained his strength, leaving him slumped against the sink.
“Hyung, want more?”
Zion’s eyes were resolute, as if he wouldn’t give in even if Jubin begged him to penetrate.
Still, Jubin licked his lips and nodded. This kind of pleasure wasn’t bad, after all.
“Spread your legs wider.”
Does this make me look slutty? Who cares.
There was no position Jubin wouldn’t try for Zion. As the oral sex resumed, his mind went hazy with bliss.
“Haa… Zion… deeper… right there…”
It was a morning that made their shower feel completely pointless.
After draining Jubin’s energy right from the start of the morning, Zion had called a luxury limousine house service, promising him a delicious meal.
They took a leisurely drive in a high-end limousine—the kind top stars would use for red carpet events—before arriving at the traditional Korean restaurant Zion had reserved.
“Wow…”
Honestly, Jubin was more overwhelmed by the sight of the restaurant than the ride in the expensive limousine.
“It’s your birthday, so you have to have seaweed soup,” Zion said.
Jubin had missed Korean food so much he wanted to stuff it into his stomach until he burst.
“Zion, let’s go in!” Jubin urged, pulling him along.
Though most of the Korean food he’d had lately had been localized versions, the white rice, familiar seaweed soup, and abundance of side dishes finally settled his stomach.
“Slow down, hyung,” Zion said, placing a dish of stir-fried kimchi—Jubin’s favorite—in front of him.
“It’s so good. The seaweed soup is amazing, too. It’s packed with clams and beef.”
Zion ordered another bowl of dongchimi with a sympathetic look.
“Anyone would think you’re starving, hyung.”
“Sorry. It’s just so good, I’ve lost all my manners.”
“I’ll order more, so take your time and eat all you want.”
This is why people pack gochujang, soy sauce, and sesame oil when they go abroad, Zion thought. For Jubin, a Korean food enthusiast to his core, these were survival essentials.
…It was his own fault for not bringing them, never realizing how precious they would be.
How was I supposed to know? I’ve never been abroad before.
“I’m sorry. I was too busy to pack the Korean food you love so much.”
“Why are you apologizing? Your schedule was even busier than mine. Besides, the production company provided plenty of food.”
It had been an unavoidable situation.
“Well, I’ve learned my lesson. Next time we go abroad, I’m definitely packing emergency rations.”
A single spoonful of seaweed soup in a foreign land—the joy of feeling his birthday truly celebrated was beyond words.
The past two weeks had been utterly exhausting, but thanks to Zion, Jubin felt like he had finally recovered.
“Thank you, Zion. For remembering my birthday.”
“You celebrated mine, too, hyung. I’ll make sure you get seaweed soup every single year for the rest of our lives.”
“Then I’ll make sure you always get a birthday cake.”
It was a meaningful promise, each completing the other’s birthday in their own way.
His stomach felt uncomfortably full after stuffing himself with Korean food, but Jubin still considered this the most peaceful day he’d had since arriving in the United States.
“What do you want to do? It’s your birthday, after all.”
“Hmm…”
Perhaps it was the food coma, but his mind was completely blank.
“I just want to take a nap with you.”
What else did a birthday need? Spending a peaceful day with the person he loved—what better gift could there be?
“Shall we head back to the hotel?”
“Yeah. Let’s take a nap and go out again tonight.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
They took another luxury limousine service for the ride back. The post-meal drowsiness hit hard, and Zion found himself fighting a losing battle against sleep, his head nodding uncontrollably.
Back at the hotel, Jubin tossed his coat onto the sofa and collapsed onto the bed.
“Zion, come here.”
As Jubin opened his arms, Zion naturally moved in, lying down and pulling him into a hug.
I’m so stuffed I don’t know if I can even digest this, but I don’t want to do a single thing.
“You know you’ll gain weight if you sleep right after eating.”
“Isn’t it a bit shameless of you to say that while you’re already lying down, ready to sleep?”
“Yeah, I’ve always been shameless.”
Jubin admitted it bluntly with a smile. Zion let out a soft chuckle at the sight.
“Do you know how much you’re like a cat?”
“…I don’t know about that…”
Being with Zion was effortless. He could just be—no pressure to perform, no need to fill the silence. Most importantly, he could finally relax.
Rather than some grand, elaborate getaway, Jubin needed this: the simple, quiet routine of resting, eating, and sleeping together.
“By the way, when are we going back to Korea?”
Zion, lying on the sofa in nothing but boxers, his sculpted abs on full display, answered without looking up. “Six days from now.”
“Huh? That long?”
“We’ve been working back-to-back on projects without a single break. We deserve some time off.”
He’s right, Jubin thought. He’d barely rested since The Leaf on the Snow, and Zion had it even worse.
“Forget about work while we’re here,” Zion said. “Just relax and enjoy this with me. Want to go for a walk tonight and see the city lights?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
Wanting to be closer, Jubin shifted, pressing his body against Zion’s. He propped his chin on his clasped hands and admired Zion’s handsome face.
“So handsome… my boyfriend.”
“Whose boyfriend? You’re the one who needs to be careful. I’m so popular right now, I’m afraid someone will kidnap me the moment I land.”
“Oh, please. You’re worrying over nothing,” Jubin said, shaking his head dismissively.
“You don’t get it, do you? You’ll see when we’re back. My schedule for the next year will be packed so tight you won’t believe it.”
“Being busy is a good thing…”
“It’s beyond just being busy. I’ll only be able to rest if I deliberately clear my schedule. Fame isn’t just for show, after all.”
Is this the hard-won advice of someone who’s been there? Jubin wondered, letting his imagination run wild.
Once, Jubin had been dragged here and there by the schedule his mother had set for him. He’d always thought it was just the nature of being an actor—a job that required moving passively within a predetermined framework. But the difference between then and now was, without a doubt, Zion.
“What if…”
He added tentatively, “What if we both get too busy to see each other often?”
“That could happen. If I get a location shoot abroad, we might be apart for a few weeks—or even a few months.”
I hate that.
Not wanting to reveal his disappointment, Jubin lowered his head, moving the hand that had been propping up his chin. He pressed his ear against Zion’s chest without a word, and the steady thrum of the man’s heartbeat brought him a sense of peace.
Zion gently stroked Jubin’s hair as he spoke.
“Let’s share our schedules more often. Even if I’m tired, I’ll make sure to reach out first, and I’ll always call you before I go to sleep.”
Jubin nodded repeatedly. “I will too.”
“If we both make an effort—like purposely coordinating our vacations after we wrap up our projects—we won’t ever break up.”
To maintain their solid positions as actors and to keep from growing apart, they needed to put in more effort than they had been.
“You know… I was actually a little hurt.”
“Hurt?” he asked, startled.
“Yeah. While we were in the States, I felt strangely hurt by you. Even though you were right beside me, you felt so far away.”
He sat up abruptly, his expression grave. “…Were you lonely?”
Hearing him say it, Jubin finally understood. The unfamiliar distance he’d been feeling all this time—the true name for it was loneliness.
It wasn’t that she hadn’t known you could feel lonely even with someone by your side. But when she tried to figure out where this distance was coming from, she concluded that he had done nothing wrong.
“Yeah, I think… I was a little lonely.”
Jubin gently stroked his cheek, shaking her head as if to reassure him when he looked at her with a sad expression.
“It’s not because of you. Thinking back, you were just your usual self. I think I just leaned on you too much because of the unfamiliar environment.”
She had only just realized this feeling was loneliness.
“I’m sorry. I should have paid more attention and been more mindful of your feelings,” he said, pulling her into a tight, tender hug.
Jubin firmly drew a line, as if to insist she was truly fine.
“You did enough.”
“But that still means it wasn’t enough. That I hurt you…”
Once Iconic Mood wrapped, they wouldn’t be able to see each other on set anymore. The thought of a future where they’d have to make a conscious effort to meet up felt a little daunting, but Jubin was determined to move forward.
“If you ever feel lonely again, you have to tell me. Don’t just suffer in silence.”
“Okay, I will.”
Zion tightened his embrace, soothing him.
“It must have been so hard. Having to keep it all inside.”
The strange emotion Jubin had been nursing alone suddenly felt shared, and the relief was immense. With Zion, he felt like his ugliest, loneliest parts would be embraced, and that Zion would be by his side forever.
“Zion.”
Zion looked at him, his eyes as clear and blue as the summer sky, filled with tenderness.
“Will you marry me?”
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