Kiss the Ground

The autumn sky was high and blue. The cooler breeze pushed the backs of people rushing home. It was a day with a splendid event waiting to mark the beginning of the weekend.Matchday for South Korea vs. Sweden, exactly 5 PM Korea time.The World Cup stadium was already packed. Every seat was filled by spectators who had fought through odds of dozens to one to get their tickets. The red flags of the cheerleaders and the faint cheer songs had spread far into the darkening evening.After a brief interview, the players lined up in the central waiting room, and the coaches and managers took their places. A staff member checking the time signaled to the players and referees waiting inside. The area suddenly became busy. The French referee and his assistants, standing in the front row, held the match ball of the day, followed by players from both teams as they stepped onto the field.The international match, prepared for a month, was about to begin.Chahyun took a deep breath. The evening air of the pitch, swallowed for the first time in months, clung tightly to his lungs.Under the bright lights, the faces of those in front appeared in turn. Sweden, England, France, Italy… formidable players from each league, some of whom he had faced directly in games. As he smiled at the live camera capturing his face, someone poked Chahyun in the side.“You look like you’re in good shape.”“What?”“Even yesterday, you were flying around, but today you seem even better.”Park Jeong grinned. That raccoon is sharp. Chahyun, nudged aside, kicked the grass and replied.“I’m always at my best.”“You’ve been playing with the opposing team all day, so you must have gathered some information.”The unexpected topic was the guerrilla date from the day before. Given the rumors, articles, sightings, and even photos, it wasn’t surprising.“Nothing much. He kept a tight lid on things.”Park Jeong’s shoulders shrugged with a knowing look.“Really? It would have been nice if we had dug something up, but since we didn’t, I’m a bit worried.”“Worried about what?”“You know, what the coaches kept saying.”As the two captains at the front shook hands, Park Jeong quickly whispered.“He’s the most dangerous for you.”Then he moved ahead as if to escape. The brief warning was already several steps away from Chahyun. Yoon Chahyun followed him without a word.Finally, the captain of the Swedish team extended his hand and shook Chahyun’s.“Hello.”Dirty blonde hair softly swept back, sky-blue eyes with high saturation.“Hello.”So this was ‘Chris.’The captain who was strong-willed, had good judgment, a commanding presence, a superb personality—someone who was incredibly accomplished.It was the first time seeing him up close, but the annoying expression he gave upon seeing Chahyun was exactly the same as the one he had at the press conference a few days ago.However, this wasn’t the “dangerous one” Park Jeong had mentioned. Chahyun finally shook hands with the last player in line, the youngest member of the opposing team.Misha Asplund. 194 cm, 85 kg. 23 years old. Attacking midfielder.“Hello, nice to meet you.”“Likewise.”As he gripped Misha’s hand, Chahyun gave his face a sharp glance. The face in the backlight looked sharply down at him. The advice from various coaches echoed strongly in his mind. A player who makes calm and straight judgments. Agile despite his physical condition, with quick situational awareness. Smart play, timing sense, textbook passes, and surprising shots.And the one who knew Yoon Chahyun the best.He was undoubtedly the variable in this game and the most important target to watch out for. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that Chahyun’s training over the past few months had been focused solely on simulating against him.As their hands parted, Misha moved his lips slightly toward Chahyun.“Don’t get hurt.”“You too.”Chahyun bared his teeth in a smile at the evenly faced player. Even as a newcomer, Misha seemed oddly relaxed. Feeling the gaze sticking to his back, Chahyun finally took his place.With a tingling competitive spirit, the sharp whistle echoed in his ears.The stadium resounded with Korean cheer songs. Swept away by the red light of the cheering crowd like a tidal wave, Yoon Chahyun ran swiftly onto the pitch.Playing on the home ground was akin to having an advantage. The familiar grass and space felt like his own backyard. On the other hand, it was a significant handicap for the foreign players who were not used to the climate.In such moments, securing the advantage was crucial.About ten minutes into the first half, Yoon Chahyun sensed a good opportunity. The openings into the goal were wide, and the opposing team’s defenders were still warming up. Meanwhile, his and his teammates’ conditions were sky-high. Receiving fast passes from all directions, Chahyun naturally advanced deep into enemy territory.As he maneuvered through the zigzagging gaps, a familiar face followed closely beside him.‘Misha.’He seemed to stick to Chahyun like a magnet, showing no intention of falling away. It was as if he knew exactly where and how Yoon Chahyun would run, persistently trailing him. In such cases, speed alone didn’t mean much. With Misha’s covering shoulder brushing against him, Chahyun had to stop several times after losing the ball.Persistent marking. But it was also a situation repeatedly emphasized. Blocking the forward’s path and cutting off scoring opportunities was the Swedish team’s most important task. Even though he thought it shouldn’t be this way, he felt the tension rising.Chahyun didn’t miss Park Jeong’s pass falling in front of him. As he quickly drove the ball through the wide-open space, an unexpected tackle from the side sent the ball flying. In an instant, his legs got tangled.“Ugh!”Unable to overcome the speed, his body floated into the air. As he fell and rolled several times on the ground, jeers and cheers erupted from the crowd. While he buried his face in the cold grass, trying to catch his breath, two familiar feet appeared in his field of vision.“Are you okay?”A large hand reached in from under his armpit and helped him up. His sprawled legs were instantly back on the ground. This was just… it felt like a mixture of punishment and reward.“Is it always this rough?”“Just today.”“Just today?”Misha shrugged, letting his indifferent gaze drift to the side.“There’s no other way to stop you. Sorry.”“It’s more than just stopping.”“You like it rough, don’t you?”What a sly bastard… So this is how it’s going to be.Misha swiftly cleared the ball and passed it to the captain of his team, who was standing at a distance. Chris, who received the ball in the wide-open space, raised his hand to Misha with that same polite smile. Their well-coordinated play seemed quite familiar. Chahyun’s frustration turned strangely exhilarating, and the competitive spirit began to resonate in a different direction from that moment on.As Chahyun, held back by Misha’s marking, missed a few shooting opportunities, the Swedish players, having loosened up, started to gain momentum. With a sudden counterattack, the game reached a stalemate. The cheers from the crowd soared endlessly with the continuous alternating attacks and defenses.After the Korean team successfully scored with an unexpected header and launched a second attack, Chris, guarding near the penalty line, leaped a few steps forward. The experienced center-back intercepted the ball that had missed Park Jeong’s toes and lifted it high into the air to clear it from the mob.It was a long, slow, yet deep and sharp trajectory. Clearly a pass aimed at someone. A counterattack. The chilling suspicion, close to instinct, turned into certainty as“…Misha.”The tall midfielder lightly received Chris’s pass as if to confirm Chahyun’s suspicion. He was right in front of the goal, far from Chahyun.Dodging a couple of defenders, Misha advanced to an empty position in front. His long legs extended smoothly, and a terrifyingly precise shot was fired.“…!”The home team’s net shook as if it were a lie. Misha turned his back as if time had stopped in the tense air. With the delayed sighs from the crowd, Swedish players rushed to the scorer and clung to him.In an instant, the score was tied. While the victory celebration continued, the Korean players stood in their places in vain. But it was nothing compared to Yoon Chahyun, who watched the scene from the farthest distance.“……”From across the field, he saw the scorer and the assist celebrating together in front of the distant goal. The captain, who was about the same height as Misha, ruffled Misha’s brown hair with both hands as if praising him. Then he grinned and whispered something. Even from over 100 meters away, the damn scene was as clear as if he were looking through a telescope.Yoon Chahyun stood rigidly, glaring. The whistle signaling the end of the first half rang sharply, like a shiver down his wet back.“The coaches were right. They said that guy would stick to you.”Sweat-soaked players flooded into the locker room. The last to enter, Choi Nam-woo, said calmly. Chahyun, sitting on the bench and drinking, looked at him breathlessly.“You expected Misha Asplund to be assigned to mark you. I didn’t think he’d stick to you like glue.”“It’s fine. I can shake him off.”“Hmm, but he seems to know you too well.”“What do you mean?”In such moments, Yoon Chahyun became more sensitive than anyone. Perfectionists are hard to deal with. Meeting Choi Nam-woo’s gaze, who shook his head slightly.“It means yesterday’s teammate is today’s opponent. How can you deceive someone who knows your habits?”That was true. Misha Asplund seemed to know exactly how Yoon Chahyun would act. It was not easy to disregard the experience of coordinating and discussing tactics together every day. How many times had he already been rolled over by deep tackles?Ultimately, there was only one way to break Misha Asplund’s marking. Surprising attacks, unexpected plays. The only way was to smash that arrogant mannerism of his, which seemed to read Chahyun’s every move, directly.But how?1:1. The game remained deadlocked as the second half began. 50-50. With possession split exactly in half, the intense contest continued. The team that faltered even slightly would lose. Dodging Misha’s tight marking, Chahyun ran across the field.The problem he had been pondering for a long time still had no solution by the time the second half began.Additionally, another issue that bothered Yoon Chahyun persisted.Despite being so closely marked, Misha didn’t look at Yoon Chahyun. Even without confirming who was at the end of his gaze, Chahyun knew. Misha’s play was always adjusted to fit his partner, not himself.Understanding his partner’s habits and figuring out where to send the ball, where to receive it, matched perfectly with Misha’s quick feet. Wasn’t the flashy combined goal with the captain a complete reflection of that habit?As expected, the ball flying from the Swedish side consistently targeted Misha. There was no need to check who was sending it. Their coordination was impeccable. Successfully completing long-distance passes required a thorough understanding of the opponent’s passing habits.Just like how Yoon Chahyun and Misha used to be at Winchester United F.C.Just like Yoon Chahyun and Misha…Chahyun’s eyes widened as he stared blankly at the ball. In the moment of misfiring passes, rapid shots, and the like, Chahyun realized the ‘opportunity’ that flashed like lightning.Christian Vendel!The tall center-back was blocking Chahyun’s path near the goal. Misha’s leisurely cleared pass was heading toward him again. It was the same kind of connection play that had been burning Chahyun up and causing him frustration throughout the first half.However, now, the trajectory of the soaring ball revealed a unique breakthrough. The familiar pass that always seemed to drop right next to Chahyun in tight, urgent moments!“Ha ha!”You, huh? A strange laugh escaped. It wasn’t just Misha who knew the opponent inside out.Chahyun set his sights on the target and sprinted forward. The defender, Christian Vendel, ran forward to stop Chahyun’s charge, but Yoon Chahyun was slightly faster.Successfully overcoming his opponent, Chahyun received Misha’s pass and surged forward. The open space, with no whistle from the referee, lay before him. Adrenaline flooded his brain, and an electric sensation coursed through his body.Boom!The ball shot like a cannon and pierced the net. The roar, as if tearing through time and space, erupted. The support was like an earthquake in his chest. Carrying the cheers of thousands, Chahyun slowly turned his back.2:1. The go-ahead goal.His sharp eyes scanned the unfolding world. The sparkling evening sky, the densely packed crowd, and… Misha Asplund standing blankly in his dark blue uniform.He looked shocked. His finely chiseled features were wide open in disbelief. Chahyun, gazing into his eyes, grinned fiercely.Serves you right!Teammates rushed in and hugged Chahyun. Christian Vendel, who failed to cover, sat awkwardly in his place as the Korean team’s players warmly embraced him. Chahyun, nestled in the enveloping arms, met Misha Asplund’s intense gaze.Look closely, Misha.I’ll turn anyone who clings to you into this. I will never forgive you. I’ll make you crawl through the dirt and yearn for defeat desperately.This was the most powerful warning Yoon Chahyun could give. If you thought it could be dealt with by affection or complaints, you were mistaken. The wind across the grass intertwined the two gazes, and a shiver like steam filled the distant gap.Despite several exchanges of the ball after the exhilarating comeback goal, the clear advantage remained elusive. 90 minutes, 91 minutes, 92 minutes, meaningless corner kicks came and went, and 93 minutes, 94 minutes, the sharp whistle signaling the end of the game tore through the air.A roar that seemed ready to burst filled the entire stadium. For several minutes, the jubilant teammates gathered to celebrate the victory. As the colorful flags descended and the large broadcasts faded, the excited crowd showed no signs of leaving.As everyone basked in the joy of the long-awaited victory, players from both teams gathered at the center of the field. Winners and losers awkwardly shook hands.The referee, assistant referees, and Swedish team starters. The person who grabbed Chahyun’s hand after he finished greeting one by one was someone he had been waiting for more than ever.“Yuan.”The uncharacteristically red eyes were the same as the dazed gaze Chahyun had seen earlier. Chahyun let out a deep voice as the unfamiliar sensation scratched at his chest.“I won, Misha.”The pounding heartbeat was transmitted between their clasped palms. The cheers that had resonated through time and space quickly faded like a cut thread, leaving only the rhythmic beating in their ears. At times like this, without saying anything, they could understand each other’s thoughts.After thanking the swirling, waving crowd, the players headed back into the locker room. As the large stadium slowly emptied, a few teammates looked at Misha and Yoon Chahyun’s confrontation with puzzled faces. It was a moment when they could no longer stand, nor did they want to.“Come here.”Misha, as if he could no longer endure it, pulled Chahyun’s arm.The footsteps, as if chased by someone, moved forward.Farther and farther. Like fleeing children, they slipped into the darkest and deepest corridor, avoiding the cameras. A distant laugh burst out from the urgent grip on his wrist.In the depths of the hallway, where they ended up, was a supply room, located in the opposite direction from the locker room. As the heavy door slammed shut and locked, Chahyun grabbed Misha by the collar and shoved him against the wall on the opposite side. However, Misha was quicker, hooking his foot between Chahyun’s legs.Two dirty, sweat-soaked bodies rolled relentlessly on the floor. The red and black uniforms tangled together, struggling like a fight. Someone’s spikes kicked someone’s shins, and someone got punched by someone else.“Ah ha, ha ha!”The feeling of victory, pleasure, and intoxication, the post-game adrenaline, lifted consciousness into the air. As Chahyun burst into an incoherent laugh, Misha, in a mounted position, crashed his lips against Chahyun’s.“Ugh…”The metallic taste lingered between their lips. Chahyun tried to push back, pulling at Misha’s hair, but Misha instead pressed Chahyun’s cheek with one hand and bit his tongue. As Misha’s foot swung at Chahyun’s side, he was quickly caught by the ankle. The sharp cleats of his soccer shoes were tossed far away, and the white shorts slipped down to his ankles in the blink of an eye.“Ah, ugh.”A strong grip that seemed to crush bones pressed Chahyun’s knees to the floor. Misha inserted his body between Chahyun’s flailing legs without a word. In an instant, Misha’s rough hands penetrated between Chahyun’s widely spread legs.“Ugh!”Two long fingers suddenly pushed into the open hole. The long-relaxed entrance, from the day before, quickly accepted the foreign object and swallowed it. The sensation of the inner wall being rubbed made Chahyun’s waist rise into the air, but the fingers soon poked sharply inside.Gasping for breath, Chahyun pushed Misha’s shoulders. As Misha began to thrust into Chahyun’s body, he held onto Chahyun’s struggling lower half. The inner walls quickly swelled to accommodate his touch, as if waiting for this all along.“Ah, ah, ah ha, ha, huh.”As the index and ring fingers swept and slid inside, laughter and moans mixed. Chahyun, held by both hands by Misha, was repeatedly penetrated. Their eyes met, showing the unmistakable signs of being lost. With no focus, they were just giving in to their impulses.“Ugh… ah… mm, ah.”As the laughter began to fade, the touch that was pounding the hole grew more skilled. Pressed against the floor of the supply room, Chahyun gasped for air. The rapid squeaking and rough breathing mixed together.When the inside of his body was becoming slick, Misha abruptly stopped his fingers. He curved the tips inward and pressed against a familiar spot. With a jolt of electric-like sensation, Chahyun arched his back, but the hand pressing inside had no intention of letting up.“Ah, ah, aaah, no…”Chahyun managed to pull his pinned hands free and barely grasp Misha’s arm. But despite his efforts, the solid arm showed no sign of moving.“Misha, Misha, mmm…”As if mocking his resistance, the hand continuously gripped and stimulated the places Chahyun liked to the point of pain. After a few firm thrusts with the fingertips, Chahyun’s entire body jolted upward.A sharp pleasure surged, nearly piercing the ceiling. With the two fingers making him rock up and down, Chahyun’s mouth gaped open. The climax poured out in a white haze before him, and soon his whole body was drenched in sweat.“Ah! Ah, aaaa…!”The contracting inner walls gripped Misha’s fingers tightly. It was a terrible and sweet contraction, almost feeling the fingerprints. The climax, causing his lower body to jerk, eventually slowly stretched down.The bare legs, barely clad in two stockings, lay splayed out on the floor. Chahyun, with legs wide open and exposing his backside, let out a strained laugh. Misha remained silent. Roughly pulling down his pants, he began to stroke his erect member as if masturbating.“Yuan.”The preparation was brief. Misha, pulling Chahyun’s legs over his shoulders, embraced him from the front. The hardened tip rubbed quickly against Chahyun’s reddened perineum. How long had it been standing like this? Chahyun, pressed by the heavy mass, gasped for breath. The next moment, the thick head that had moistened the narrow gap pushed inside, widening the area.“Ugh! Ah, ah.”The deeply wet hole opened immediately. The cock, thrusting in like lightning, pressed upward against Chahyun’s belly, making him arch his back. His previously curved eyebrows contorted into a frown. As he desperately covered his mouth with his hands, his wet belly and navel churned like waves.The large member entering his body was of a different mass compared to a few fingers. It wasn’t just sharply hitting the sensitive spots but pushing up the whole good area heavily. As Chahyun squirmed and tried to escape from the overwhelming pleasure, Misha, pressing his lower abdomen against Chahyun’s buttocks, grabbed his uniform top and pulled it up forcefully.“Yuan.”The rough voice crawled over his skin. Chahyun widened his eyes.“I understand now.”The voice, hot and flowing over his skin, was unexpectedly filled with joy. Chahyun, being swept away by the thick member filling him, barely managed to open his eyes and look at his face.“You.”Like a theologian realizing the truth of the universe, Misha’s eyes shone with a red glow. With a gaze entwined with purity and madness, he finally voiced his realization.“You… were jealous!”“…huh, aaah…”“Yuan, that was jealousy…! You were jealous!”So now you understand?The foolish face with sweat dripping had a fresh happiness on it. As the deep inner walls were pressed, Chahyun screamed. Misha, looking down at his tearful face, lowered his head and kissed Chahyun’s heart. A whisper, almost breaking, flowed out.“You, you hated Chris. You didn’t like me talking about him.”“Hmm, uhh, ah… I… don’t know.”“You hated passing to me, hated scoring goals together… So you were jealous.”“Huh, aaah!”“Am I right?”Misha bit down on Chahyun’s nape. Now that the game was over, there was nothing to hide. Hot lips sucked at his shoulder and collarbone, leaving marks of blood. His entire lower body meshed together.“Yuan… why is that?”With blood-streaked lips, Misha suddenly asked the reason for the pure jealousy. The overwhelming shame made Chahyun’s entire body flush red. He frowned and shook his head.“Ah, ah, mmm, I don’t know.”“Because I’m cute? Because I’m pretty?”“Ahh, ah…”“Because you like me… love me.”With the questions pouring out, Chahyun’s body, pinned to the floor, moved frantically. As he was lightly pounded inside, the back of his head knocked against the floor. As Misha pressed the heated spot, finally concluding his reasoning, he voiced it out.“You really, really love me!”Of course, you idiot!The serious voice made Chahyun burst into another incredulous laugh. But when his tightly pressed chest rolled between Misha’s index and middle fingers, instead of a scolding, a moan escaped. Gently touching the aroused nipples, Misha murmured weakly.“But, but Yuan, it’s because of you.”“…ugh…”“Because I like getting along with others… So I tried hard.”Smiling at the fans, signing autographs, staying close to the captain—all of it was to please Yoon Chahyun.But even with such strenuous effort, if Yoon Chahyun himself didn’t like it, it meant nothing. From trembling lips, a pitiful voice finally emerged.“If you… if you don’t like it, I’ll stop everything…”It was a cute and heartfelt excuse. Rubbing his nipples, he pushed his tongue into Chahyun’s mouth. The motion of probing the warm, wet inside was intensely pleasurable. The pleading caress instantly reached its limit. With a sharp climax that felt like it was about to burst into tears, Chahyun finally arched his back into the air.“Ah, ugh…!”From the tip of the fully erect member, semen surged out. The adrenaline that had been pooling erupted, coursing through his body. Chahyun, with his hands covering his mouth to stifle his scream, saw Misha bend deeply at the waist.In an instant, the thick head that had been filling his tight insides quickly withdrew. Misha, kneeling, pressed the end of his slick member against Chahyun’s navel and then ejaculated hotly onto his lower abdomen.Pearl-like, cloudy semen was splattered over the red uniform and face. Feeling his entire body dampen, Chahyun gasped for breath. The bodily fluids that dripped onto his jaw and neck left white streaks on his skin before falling away. Misha, looking down at his climax, clearly murmured.“Yuan, it’s only you for me.”“I know…”“It’s just us.”The gaze they met was unexpectedly filled with possessiveness. Misha slowly raised his palm and smeared his semen that had stained the uniform. It wasn’t wiping but applying. Chahyun, lying with his legs spread, watched as Misha did this while breathing heavily.The rest was short. Soon, Chahyun’s body was pulled back onto Misha’s waist, with no time to rest. Chahyun embraced Misha’s nape and curled his bent legs. They were in a position where their chests were pressed closely together. The erect member, showing no signs of subsiding, once again thrust into the already gaping hole.His vision sparkled. With his knees spread apart, Chahyun scratched Misha’s hair and arched his back. The curved member eagerly penetrated the sensitive passage, while fingers tracing the trembling buttocks finally adjusted to the perfectly matched hole. It felt strange. The sharp pleasure from the short nails scraping the stretched entrance blurred his mind completely.Beyond the closed door, a distant noise could be heard. It felt like a lie that they had been moving their bodies there just moments ago. This place, detached from the mundane, was filled only with searing desire.“Uhh… haa.”It was an abnormal sensation. The thought of turning their backs on tens of thousands of people just a door away.What colleague, staff member, or ace player of each team would ever think they were hiding in the dark? The guilt of betraying the team and the sense of deceiving everyone clung to them like a tight seam, ringing with a sharp sound.Yet, this moment was unavoidably blissful. Their bodies, heated by competition, felt as hot as metal. Chahyun, pressing his bruised knees against the dry floor, rocked his hips back and forth. The stained clothes and sticky skin clung together, leaving his mind in a daze.However, through the dampened consciousness, emerged a clear awakening. The one answer that could free them from the torment that had enveloped their hearts like a thick curtain.“M… Misha.”Chahyun, embracing his nape, looked up at the ceiling.“Let’s… let’s keep doing this.”“Sex?”“Ah, ha… you idiot.”As laughter burst out, Misha, unable to contain himself, pressed his hot forehead against Chahyun’s nape. Chahyun, with trembling hands, held Misha’s head.“Just… let’s stay together… together.”“……”“Run together, fight together, like this…”It’s fine if they can’t have an everyday date, the same happiness as others. This special moment, this intense and fleeting stimulation permitted only to a few in the universe, is the everyday life of Yoon Chahyun and Misha. Knowing that only this solitary world of competition and victory is a precious and noble stage allowed solely for the two of them.If only they could walk side by side forever on this path…“I wanted to do this from the beginning.”Misha.As he weakly tilted his head down, his face was visible. The gaze that looked only at him intertwined with Chahyun’s hazy vision.My comrade, friend, lover. Partner. Soulmate. And… my only rival.Recalling the nameplate they had just put on today, Chahyun pressed his lips against Misha’s damp brown hair.With the lingering echoes of cheers from outside the door, an overwhelming pleasure surged in. Until their hot, damp bodies collapsed together on the floor of the supply room, Chahyun kept his lips pressed against Misha’s beautiful forehead.***15989: [Shooting stopped for socializing]Warm atmosphere15994: [What’s this, changing clothes and coming out]I was so surprisedㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I thought it was a mistakeㅠㅠㅠㅠ16001: [Whoever said Yoon Chahyun fought with Misha, come out and confess]They went in to change uniforms, not to die└ They look so happyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ16042: [Earlier, someone said that as soon as the game ended, Yoon Chahyun spat on the floor and dragged Misha in by the collar…]I thought Winchester had collapsed and was scared, but they’re so excited└ Shoulder-to-shoulder and running around the field, so much chaosㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ└ This is why you shouldn’t guess expressionsㅡㅡ16080: [Even the Swedish uniform suits Chacha wellㅋㅋㅋㅋ]It’s prettyㅋㅋㅋㅋ It looks good in winter, just minus the dad-fit part└ Can you call it a loose fitㅇㅅㅠ16120: [But why is Misha just holding it and not wearing itㅠ]I wanted to see him in the national team uniformㅠㅠㅠㅠ He didn’t wear it└ How could Misha wear Yoon Chahyun’s mini shirt?└ Saying that, a 175cm tall person for Yoon Chahyun16200: [The game was so funㅠㅠㅠ And winning made it even better]Misha, I saw you score a goal and I saw Chahyun score a goal too.But isn’t winning the game the best scenario?ㅠㅠㅠ└ It was truly satisfyingㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ16254: [Look at Misha’s smile, he’s really so handsome]Guys, maybe the best welfare in Northern Europe is Misha’s face└ Yeah, let’s move there. I wouldn’t mind if half my salary was taken in taxes└ Misha, did you take good care of your passport?ㅎㅎ16350: [Now we just have to wait for the next season]I hope it starts soon… What should we do while we wait?└ I’m going to watch game clips and YouTube videos└ I guess I’ll rewatch the games21302: [We all need to stay healthy until we meet again]I’ll be back when the league starts!└ Limited win, limited win21311: [Please, if you’re Korean]└ Winchester└ Let’s cheer***The airport was still bustling. People lined up dragging large suitcases and crowds gathered to see someone off or welcome them. The busy atmosphere was just as it had been three days ago when Chahyun had secretly snuck in.And today, Yoon Chahyun stepped into the lobby once again dressed exactly the same way. White t-shirt, jeans, black hat and sunglasses, and similarly dark mask. The fashion, from head to toe, remained as bold as ever, but the only difference was a paper bag in his hand.Navigating through the crowd, Chahyun immediately made his way to the departure gate. Despite having experienced it just once, sneaking in felt oddly familiar.Passing through the spacious lobby, Chahyun entered the VIP lounge at the gate. The luxurious and discreet space was where special passengers waited for departure. Through the wide-open glass doors, he carefully took a step inside.“Misha.”Though it was a very quiet voice, the one called immediately turned his head. The guy sitting among his team members sprang up from his seat. The head with a distinctive style floated up and quickly approached Chahyun with swift steps.“Yuan!”At the loud shout, Misha’s teammates simultaneously turned their heads. Among the murmur of excitement, the captain with a reddened eye gave a subtle nod. Chahyun, who had previously tackled him to the ground, awkwardly met the greeting and turned to look at Misha.“I’m glad. It looks like I’m not too late.”“How did you get here…”“How did I.”The face that had been surprised by the sudden appearance slowly changed color. What appeared on the pale face was a shocking realization. Seeing Chahyun’s smirk, Misha’s eyes widened.“Did you come to see me off?!”“Correct.”“Yuan!”Misha opened his arms and hugged Chahyun tightly. Even this hot embrace, with their bodies lifted off the ground, was just like the previous day. Chahyun patted Misha’s broad back with his palm.“Still, I can’t stay long. I came with permission today. I have to leave soon.”As their bodies parted, Chahyun pointed with his thumb at the glass door behind him. On the frosted glass door stood the plainclothes security guards set up by Cheon Seong-joo. Although he had been advised not to wander around carelessly despite the hype, today he couldn’t behave as he pleased. Explaining the situation, Misha’s previously excited expression gradually faded.“I see… That’s right. We shouldn’t do that.”“Besides, you’re leaving right away too.”“That’s true, but… I’m so disappointed. It’s been so long since we met. Now that we’re parting, when will we meet again…”“Look at your expression. Where are you being sold off to?”However, Chahyun couldn’t just keep staring at Misha’s pitiful face. He raised his hand and presented it in front of him.“I have a gift instead.”“A gift?”Misha’s eyes widened. Chahyun, smiling playfully, wiggled the paper bag he was holding.“Yes. Something you might like.”“Me….”Misha took the gift with both hands. It was the first time Chahyun was giving him a gift he had bought himself. The uniform exchanged yesterday couldn’t exactly be called a gift. As Chahyun’s smile slightly faltered with awkward tension, Misha slowly opened the bag and peeked inside.As Misha’s face, which had been looking down, came up to see Chahyun’s face, it fell back down again. Up, down, up, down, as Misha alternated between looking up and down, his lips finally spread into a wide grin.“Yuan, this!”White fingers pulled a black t-shirt from inside the bag. On the front of the widely spread t-shirt was a large face of Chahyun joyfully celebrating after scoring a goal.Misha couldn’t say a word and just opened and closed his mouth in confusion. In contrast, Chahyun’s face turned bright red.“I bought it for you because you said you wanted to keep it…. I went and bought it yesterday.”Giving away a t-shirt with his own photo on it as a gift was something almost unimaginable. As his face turned bright red with embarrassment, Misha, standing right in front of him, spoke in the hottest voice imaginable.“Thank you, Yuan.”“Hmm… don’t mention it.”“Thank you, thank you… I really like it.”Misha hugged the t-shirt to his face, which was now bright red. Was it really something to be this pleased about? Though he had come to dislike his own face in the photo, he had resolved to no longer feel childish jealousy.“Just don’t wear it out in the center. You should only wear it at home.”“Can I wear it to sleep?”“… If it’s just sleeping.”“Wow!”Imagining doing various things with a t-shirt featuring his own face was incredibly daunting. But seeing Misha’s glistening eyes, Chahyun couldn’t impose any more restrictions.“Do you really like it that much?”“I love it!”His heart felt tightly squeezed. At Misha’s heartfelt response, Chahyun nodded repeatedly. As their hands tightly clasped each other, a large announcement signaling the departure of the flight resonated through the lounge.“Ah…”The people sitting on the bench slowly began to get up and gather their things. Amidst the chaotic atmosphere, disappointed glances met. It was time to part ways. With the preseason still a long way off, their separation would be quite lengthy until they met again in the UK.“Yuan…”“Go quickly.”Chahyun patted Misha’s cheek with a smile. Seeing his downcast eyes made Chahyun’s heart ache.However, as Misha slowly lifted his head, his face was as resolute as solid ground.“I’ll wait for you.”“… Okay.”“Until we meet again.”Misha lifted Chahyun’s hand and gently kissed the back of it. It was just a moment. The serious and firm gaze softened as it looked at Chahyun.Ah, you’ve grown again.Like a large tree stretching out, Misha had become even stronger by Chahyun’s side. Every step he took upwards was more radiant and beautiful than anyone else’s. With an overwhelmed heart, Chahyun intertwined his hand with Misha’s. Their warm fingers shared their body heat and, soon after, slowly separated.As the soft contact withdrew, Chahyun imagined binding those fingers.Imagining a symbol of eternity.