Irony of Revenge

Chapter 2

Jinyoung was lounging on a couch, with a coffee in his hand and his legs stretched forward. Through the see-through glass wall before him, he could see the wide golf course.

He gazed at the sight and sipped his coffee absently. He had been here, in his apartment for not more than an hour, after meeting Jieun at her place. It was just a normal routine and he felt a sense of laze on what should have been an active morning given the amount of travel he had had from his house to Jieun's and then to this apartment.

His phone rang, breaking the silence, and the contact name showed that it was from the reception counter downstairs.

"Hello?"

"Hello, boss. I'm sorry to disturb you, but there's someone who want to see you. He said he knows you personally."

"Who's it?" Jinyoung frowned, "Why doesn't he contact me directly then?"

"Boss, it's Mark Tuan. He said he's here for golf but wants to meet you too."

Mark. Jinyoung had not expected that Mark would really take his words and come here. It had been a week since they had met. Jinyoung had not forgot him but not thought they would meet again this soon.

"Right. I'll be there in a while. Tell him to wait for me there."

Jinyoung hung up afterwards and finished his coffee fast. He left the apartment immediately and headed downstairs.

Just as he got to the entrance lobby and the reception counter, Mark turned to look at him and gave him a little wave. He looked more casual, in a T-shirt and a jacket over it, than the last time they had met. Jinyoung studied his looks for a moment and unknowingly, smiled at the sight of Mark's captivating looks.

"Hey," Mark said, "How're you? Sorry for troubling you but I've been thinking of coming here since that night. I've got some spare hours today. That's why."

"It's not a trouble. I'm just glad that you came. So, you're here alone?"

Mark nodded, "Hyebin's busy. It seems like she's busier than me. But even if she wasn't, I'd still be here alone. She isn't that interested in sports."

Jinyoung turned to the receptionist and had all the necessary equipment arranged. Then he and Mark set off for the golf course, with a staff boy carrying the golf bag and following them.

"So, Jinyoung, you're free, I guess?" Mark asked, as they walked on the large gold course.

"I'll be here with nothing to do until the evening," Jinyoung said.

"Then, maybe, I can learn some basics from you? You know, I'm here to play golf but I've never done before."

Jinyoung chuckled at those words and Mark turned to look at him. "What would you do if I wasn't here? Of course, I'll guide you willingly. I also learned it from my father but I've never coached someone. That'll be exciting."

Jinyoung stopped when he considered where they were now, would be a perfect place for practice. He took the golf bag from the boy and dismissed him afterwards.

He had chosen the place where there were no other players nearby, just as he had assured Mark of the privacy here.

"It's really nice to be friends with you, Jinyoung. You know, everyday, I meet only those from within the celebrity circle. It's refreshing to get a break from that and meet someone outside that circle."

"I understand."

Jinyoung handed Mark a pair of golf gloves. He then took out a number of balls from the bag and placed them on the ground, before setting one of them on the tee. Jinyoung gave Mark the golf club afterwards.

"How do I hold this?" Mark asked, puzzledly looking at the golf club in his hand. Jinyoung found that cute but dismissed the thought instantly.

"Like this." Jinyoung corrected Mark's hands to the position they should be. He could feel Mark's soft hands, which were in contrast to his strong body. Mark took a glance at him, just as Jinyoung withdrew his hands.

"Then?" Mark asked.

"You need to stand before the tee." Mark followed his instruction. "Then stand with your feet apart. A little bit more. Yes, that's it. And bend your knees a little. Set down the club so its head touches the ground."

"Is it right?" Mark asked, referring to his position.

"Yeah. Get the club parallel to the ground now."

Mark did not understand what Jinyoung meant by that. Confusion must have been all written on his face because Jinyoung chuckled and came to guide him from behind.

Jinyoung had not considered it a big deal but the moment, he wrapped his hands around Mark from behind and his chest touched Mark's back, he realised that it was an awkward position they were in.

Mark could feel his own body getting warm, pressed against by Jinyoung's toned muscles. He stared at Jinyoung's strong hands partly touching his and partly gripping the club.

Jinyoung felt a lot of minutes had passed before he could concentrate again on what he was supposed to be doing. He lifted the club to make it parallel to the ground.

"Like this," Jinyoung said, his breath tickling the side of Mark's face. "Then keep it higher." The club was lifted up further. "Then keep it back down and swing it. This knee moving slightly to the direction of the swing."

Being certain that Mark got the general idea now, Jinyoung stepped back, moving away from Mark and then a bit regretting doing so, as the warm sensation was now gone.

Mark wished the process had been more complicated than that, so he could feel Jinyoung's built body, against him, a little longer. But he chased the thought away, hurriedly, quite horrified by himself for having desired that in the first place.

He practised taking a good number of shots, although most of them were out of target. Jinyoung helped him all along patiently till Mark gained more confidence in taking the swings.