Yeosang was now set into the brothers' room. They will be now four roommates! Sounds fun. Plus, even if Jongho had his own preparing and training room, he'll eventually come to sleep there too.
Jongho broke the silence.
"Me and my brothers want to play bowling, Yunho, the oldest, suggested it. Wanna come play too?"
"I heard about bowling. Maybe I can give it a try?" Yeosang smiled at Jongho.
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Yeosang followed Jongho through the castle’s winding corridors, the walls adorned with tapestries and portraits of past Demetris rulers. Jongho led the way with a relaxed stride, casting occasional glances over his shoulder to ensure Yeosang was keeping up.
When they reached the door to the bowling alley, Jongho pushed it open with a flourish. “Here we are.” he said, revealing the vibrant space inside. The room was lit with neon lights that bounced off the polished lanes, and the sound of pins clattering filled the air.
Yeosang stepped inside, taking in the lively atmosphere with a faint smile. “This place is quite different from what I’m used to.”
Yunho, already in the middle of his turn, looked up and grinned. “Hey, Jongho! And you must be Yeosang. Welcome to our fun zone.”
San, who had just finished his turn, gave a nod. “Nice to meet you, Yeosang. We’re about to start a new round if you want to join in.”
Yeosang returned the nod, looking around appreciatively. “I’d be happy to. Thank you for having me.”
Jongho guided Yeosang to one of the lanes. “Alright, let’s get you started. Bowling might look easy, but there’s a bit of technique to it.”
He picked up a ball and demonstrated the grip and stance. “You want to hold the ball like this. When you approach the lane, keep your arm straight, aim for your target, and release it smoothly.”
Yeosang observed intently, his focus unwavering. As Jongho adjusted Yeosang’s grip, their hands brushed, creating a subtle but charged connection. Jongho’s close proximity made Yeosang’s pulse quicken slightly.
Jongho handed Yeosang a ball. “Give it a try. Just remember to focus on your release and follow through.”
Yeosang took the ball, his fingers curling around it. He approached the lane, his stance slightly unsteady. Jongho moved closer to make final adjustments, their hands brushing again. The touch sent a jolt through Yeosang, and he could feel Jongho’s breath on his neck.
“Focus on your target and follow through smoothly,” Jongho said, his voice low and encouraging.
Yeosang released the ball, but it veered off into the gutter. Frustration flickered across his face.
Jongho noticed and stepped closer, placing a reassuring hand on Yeosang’s shoulder. “Don’t be discouraged. It takes practice. Let’s adjust your stance.”
Their proximity created a lingering tension. Jongho’s hand on Yeosang’s shoulder, combined with their close eye contact, heightened the charged atmosphere. Jongho adjusted Yeosang’s stance, their hands brushing again.
“Try again.” Jongho said softly. “You’re doing well. Just find your rhythm.”
Yeosang adjusted his approach and released the ball. This time, it rolled straighter, knocking down several pins. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
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•Fly high, my pretty angel...•|A jongsang story|
FanfictionJongho grew up within the cold, unforgiving walls of the Demetris Castle, a place where violence and power ruled. The son of a notorious mafia family, he was raised to believe that life-whether human or animal-was expendable. With ice in his veins...
