Sempiternal ♢ Jicheol

오십 팔 • basketball

read a/n at the end jsy. ㅠㅠ

Seungcheol has lots of lucky charm. His mother, the necklace she gave her, his lucky jersey, and ofcourse his husband Lee Jihoon. 

It all started back then when he joined the university's basketball team. It was Jihoon who encouraged him to join and if it wasn't for his husband, he wouldn't be competing against Japan in the FIBA Asia world cup right now.

"GO, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL! SHOW THEM WHO YOU ARE!" Jihoon yelled on top of his lungs, not caring about the other people beside him. He made sure his voice was loud enough for his husband to hear.

Seungcheol heard it, that's for sure. He whipped his head around and immediately scanned the bleachers and in an instant, his gaze was met by those beautiful brown orbs. He swore he could see how proud Jihoon was just by looking at those eyes.

He shot Jihoon a wink which made the fans near him go wild; some screaming and some imagining that it was them who Seungcheol winked at. Jihoon just shook his head and continued cheering for his baby.

The first to third quarter was owned by Seungcheol's team. The game was going smoothly with the opponent's team not being able to catch up. Seungcheol made sure that this game will be theirs and they'll be the one who will bring home the trophy.

The time was down to 60 seconds as both team tried to score. Seungcheol had the ball in his hands, making him the target of the opponent. He started running, smoothly dodging the tall guy who was about to block him.

He was about to shoot the ball when something happened that was completely unexpected. His head started to extremely hurt and his vision was spinning. He tried to ignore the pain but he was slowly losing focus.

30 seconds, the announcer said.

"SEUNGCHEOL, BABY! YOU CAN DO THIS. I'M ROOTING FOR YOU! WE'RE ROOTING FOR YOU." Jihoon shouted which Seungcheol heard. His head was still hurting but his vision was slowly starting to become stable again.

"But, what does Jihoon mean when he said "we?" He asked himself.

As if Jihoon knew that Seungcheol would be asking what he meant, he started to shout once again. This time, the crowd cheered not because of the players but because of what Jihoon shouted. "I'M PREGNANT, CHOI SEUNGCHEOL. YOU'RE GOING TO BE A DAD!"

Seungcheol felt as if his energy was suddenly boosted up to the maximum level. He looked at the time and it read 15 seconds. He was a good 10 meters away from the ring. He didn't mind his pounding head and made the run.

There were opponents blocking his way but he managed to dodge every single one of them, and when the bell was just about to go off, he managed to dunk the ball to the ring.

The crowd went wild. People were shouting and hugging each other. Some were crying because of extreme happiness; and part of that "some" is none other than Lee Jihoon.

Seungcheol was being carried by his teammates, happiness all etched on their faces. Their coched received the trophy and handed it to Seungcheol who was on the brink of crying. He took it and showed it to the crowd as if he was telling everybody that they won it.

Jihoon managed to walk down and sneak his way to the players' seat. He engulfed Seungcheol the moment they came back to their bleachers. He hugged him tight and slammed his lips to his husband.

"I'm so fucking proud of you, baby. You did it. I'm so proud it makes me want to cry and scream and—" Jihoon kept on rambling until Seungcheol pecked his lips to shut him off.

"I know you're proud. I can see it, babe." They chuckled and held each other as tight as possible, not minding the crowd and Seungcheol's members' cheers.

"I bet our baby's more proud of you, soon-to-be daddy." He looked up to Seungcheol and smiled. His expression turned soft as Seungcheol flashed his beautiful grin and knelt down in front of Jihoon.

The younger was shocked and tried pulling Seungcheol up but the latter didn't bother.The crowd went from "WOOOH" to "AWWW" in a split second the moment they saw what was happening.

Seungcheol held to Jihoon's waist and attached his ear to his stomach. "Hi baby. It's your daddy speaking. I got an award today. No, it's not the trophy. It's you."  

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okay so here's a summary of what i want to say to y'all lovelies:

1. i'm sorry for not updating as often like before :c school's making me want to kms. 
2. i might start getting back to writing bc i'm getting inspired once again.

3. lee jihoon's hairstyle also makes me wanna kms breathe if u agree
4. I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SO MUCH! ♥

p.s. i might or might not be watching Gilas Pilipinas while writing this :^)