Exclusive interview (JeongCheol)

Part-8

It takes Jeonghan a while to realize that he was no longer standing on his own weight but leaning against the hard planes of his abs and chest. His hands braced themselves flat against Seungcheol's chest, feeling how cool his skin was. They're both breathing heavily, and Jeonghan is getting a little too distracted by the large hands on his waist and how strong the grip was, as if Jeonghan was a rugby ball himself.

He feels the heart throbbing under his fingertips, and the only thing Jeonghan has on his mind is, Hey, me too.

You okay? The rugby player whispers, his grip on Jeonghan still strong, and Jeonghan doesn't find the energy in him to reply. It felt like he was in one of his gay awakening dreams. a good-looking, muscular, and strong rugby player.

Jeonghan's eyes are glued to the excessive show of skin and how smooth it felt. He clears his throat, finally looking up into Seungcheol's. I'm fine, thank you. He reluctantly squirms in the player's arms.

Seungcheol immediately understands and takes a step back, reaching down to grab his discarded red shirt. Um, he rubs at the back of his neck, biting his inner cheek. What brings you here?

Oh, Jeonghan looks at his camera, unsure of what to say. I.. I realized I forgot to take some pictures of you for the article. Would you mind if I take some?

It wasn't entirely a lie because Jeonghan did forget to take pictures of Seungcheol when he spoke on stage. One reason being his very gay ass and another being his very gay ass also.

Seungcheol's eyes are wide for a second, and he nods frantically, Oh, Um, of course. Just-

Seungcheol pauses, staring at the red tank top and throwing it on the bench before he grabs his spare jersey. Let me just wear this back.

Jeonghan nods, turning his head to the side, ignoring the heat that radiated against his cheeks while the buff player slips on his jersey. Jeonghan gets two shots (he couldn't care less; that wasn't the reason why he was here) and slips his camera into his sling bag again.

Seungcheol stares at him, dumbfounded, and Jeonghan wonders how the fuck he had gained the courage to confront this stunning man. He clears his throat again, so have you made a choice on which outlet you're going to give your exclusive interview to?

Jeonghan almost drops down to his knees to apologize when Seungcheol's eyes grow unsure and he fidgets. I'm not.. not so sure, he finally says, his voice so small for a big man.

Jeonghan inhales, closing his eyes. He couldn't give a flying fuck about that interview, but it was a great opportunity for him, though. Would you be interested in me?

Fuck, I said that wrongly. Now he knows what I'm planning.

Jeonghan shakes his head in alarm and rephrases his sentence. I mean, can I, in my magazine, interview you, Seungcheol? Fuck. What the fuck? Why am I like this?

The star player stares at Jeonghan with wide eyes.