our trail of gold ; jeongcheol

Chapter 13

"Jeonghannie..." Seungcheol softly whined to himself as he saw his boyfriend sitting in the stands, loving the way he stood out in the midst of other high school students. It was a chilly Thursday in which their coach had scheduled a rematch with another team, and it was all Seungcheol could do but blow his hands and keep his blood warm by constantly flitting along the grassy field.

His legs ached as he watched the referee blow the whistle, and he grinned as he sighted the soft sigh-smile so utterly Jeonghan even though the lithe body was far away in the heightened seats.

He absolutely loved him. He always thought it impossible for him to love someone. When he was still a child, he would hear other children whisper 'I love you's' to their parents and their friends, and he would wonder why those words never made it past his lips. At the age of 17 he knew it was because he didn't love them, and never would. His meaning of love was someone that he would protect and take care of. His parents didn't deserve such commitment from him, and neither did any of his worthless friends.

It used to be only Jessica. She was a necessity to his world, and when she was vaguely four, he had promised to himself to be the perfect big brother and always protect her from the dangers of the world. Now, that she was blooming into a teenager, she fit right in to his opinion of love and relationships. It was how he realized that when he saw Jeonghan on a gloomy morning, he was in love.

Jeonghan was the person he wanted to love and protect and own. The rush of possessiveness and ownership had fuelled his soul, boiled his blood, and churned at his insides. He wanted to gnaw at the pout and rub his fingers against the powder like skin. He wanted to feel the lily white petals, drink from his mouth and brand his scent on his body. Even then he knew what madness felt like.

Overtime the feeling simply grew.

His togs dripped with mud as his team cheered, the stands already disappearing with the crowd jumping and hiking over the banisters to run into the fields. He watched Seongwoo yank his shirt off, a girl scream and wrap her arms around the midfielder Joshua, and more bodies trickling onto the sea of emerald.

None were Jeonghan.

The changing rooms were heated with sweat and the stink of males. Seungcheol yanked off his t-shirt, the wet material clinging to the wooden bench as it dropped. His togs followed, hitting the metal filing, and he stopped near another bench as he saw black locks become visible in the midst of the football team's sanctuary.

"Han?" He called out, craning his head and catching the thin body shuffling out from the opposite row. Jeonghan had remained sleekly thin and even more beautiful, his skin now almost translucent. His beauty wasn't outrageous in the feminine sense, but Seungcheol loved the fact that Jeonghan was simply beautiful and more beautiful than could be ascribed to a mere mortal.

His fingers warmed the other's neck as he smiled, watching the raven's flush and his pout thicken as his sticky skin touched his new tee. Jeonghan lips trembled to quirk gently, and he wrapped his arms around his chest and hugged their bodies together.

"You were so good out there. I love seeing you play."

Jeonghan's face was touching his bare chest, and Seungcheol felt lightened at the thought that Jeonghan didn't care that he was sweaty and burned with the odour of a sportsman. He knew he was as stink as he felt.

"Are we still...." Jeonghan stopped to scrunch his nose then laugh. "You really do need a bath."

"Yeah," Seungcheol affirmed, grinning back and licking along the tempting pout of cherry red. It had taken two years for Jeonghan to open up. It was not a complete reaction, but it was better than the shy coldness and impenetrable blankness that he used to portray. He was still beautifully shy, but he was no longer afraid to show his emotions, now accustomed to showing his affections to Seungcheol and becoming a bit bolder.