First, only, and last time

.6.

Heeseung has always had a habit of going to the only dome of the manor for duels.
Was it because he used to go there before? Back in time when he was fighting against his mentor?
Maybe he'll ask him the question one day.

Jake arrived at the meeting place, Heeseung handed him a sword which he received with a calm smile and they both put themselves on guard.

Of course it was Heeseung who landed the first blow.
His movements were precise, fast, you almost thought he was really planning to get it over with.

Jake was doing his best to defend himself, and finally after one or two more dodges he hit him in the face for the first time of their lives together.

Blood trickled from his left cheekbone as he stared at Jake looking more than surprised and maybe, if it weren't just his imagination playing tricks on him, proud.
Jake had simply dropped his blade the moment he made contact with Heeseung's face.

- You shouldn't let go like that. It could cost you your life.

- Would you dare?

- You would die.

Jake frowned.

Was this also a passage of learning?

The death ? Again ?

He didn't notice Heeseung's words. He dropped to the ground, leaning against the icy wall of the dome.

Heeseung smiled at him, the cut mark having already almost disappeared his face had become as smooth as before.
If it weren't for the scarlet sweat that stained his face.

- Jake ?

He raised his head to meet the gaze of the one who was addressing him.

Heeseung was still smiling at him but even more tenderly.
At least that's what he saw.

Heeseung was extremely handsome.
Despite his young appearance he kept over the centuries, we could see that he was not as young as he seemed, but that was because of his eyes.
They contained so much knowledge, secrets, things that only he had.

Jake therefore found himself annalizing the appearances of his mentor.

His big yellow eyes which stared at him and which always gave his soul a glimpse, the tips of his hair which clung to his forehead and his neck, this neck almost as attractive as those lips which was still smiling at him despite the lack of reaction.

That neck on which was running that bloody sweat that Jake could perfectly imagine the sour taste on his own lips.

This sweat flowing all along his exposed collarbones and which moistened his light white shirt revealing the few shapes of his muscles underneath.

It almost drove him crazy.

As he found Heeseung's gaze he remembered that he could potentially find out whatever he was thinking and a shiver ran through his body.

- Heeseung...

He didn't answer, he just continued to observe him in silence.

- Heeseung, I think I should go.

- Why is that ?

- Thirst calls me

- I see, can I do anything?

A second shiver ran through Jake.
What did he mean by that?

He refused to think about it any longer and left.