Irony of Revenge

Chapter 14

Jinyoung was just pouring the leftover coffee into the sink when the doorbell of the apartment rang. He placed the empty cup on the kitchen counter and rushed to the door as the bell rang repeatedly, as if someone was pressing it aggressively.

He had no idea of who it could be because the employees would never dare do so. As he opened the door, however, he saw just Mark with a smile spread across his lips.

"Morning, baby," Mark said, falling into Jinyoung's arms once the door was opened wide enough to let him in.

Jinyoung engulfed him in a hug, as Mark's clean, fresh scent invited itself into his nostrils.

"Morning. I thought you had work today. You didn't text me that you were coming."

"The schedule has been changed. I only need to meet a designer at three. So, I'm here to entertain you until then."

"Or more like me entertaining you before your work."

"Yeah. Whatever."

Mark stayed, with his face buried deep in Jinyoung's shoulder for a few more minutes in silence, before pulling away.

"Let's go outside. I want to play golf today. Continue coaching me."

"When there's nothing more, new to show you?"

"You can at least show me how a perfect swing is taken. I don't mind if you do that with your whole body against me."

"I'm starting to doubt that it's just about golf and you just want to play it."

"Whatever. Time's ticking away, Park Jinyoung. Are we going or not?"

"A moment. I need to clean my coffee cup first. Follow me to the kitchen?"

"With pleasure."

Mark slipped his hands around Jinyoung's waist from behind and put his chin on Jinyoung's shoulder, as they walked to the kitchen. Mark tightened his hands around Jinyoung, who was now before the sink, and watched his hands' movements absently.

"Finished," Jinyoung said, after drying his hands.

They interlaced their hands instead, as they left the apartment and went down to the lobby where a boy was waiting for them with a golf bag ready. They carried the bag themselves and set out on their own, without the boy's help.

There were a number of golf players on the course, most of who were advanced players, honing their skills and playing on the uneven ground.

Thankfully, they were absorbed in their own activities and did not spare a glance at Mark and Jinyoung passing by them. But it was not like they would have fussed even if they had recognised Mark, because most of them were businessmen, who had their own fame.

"Okay, I hope I haven't forgot anything," Mark said, as they got to their usual place and started setting up the equipments.

"I'm sure you haven't. But let's see. Now get ready, Mark," Jinyoung said, once everything was set up.

Mark did as he was told and smiled when Jinyoung gave him a thumbs-up. It took Mark a few swings to get the feeling and later, most of the balls were going straight to the target.

"I want to try that farther one," Mark said, pointing at a more distant target.

"Try. I'll help you if necessary," Jinyoung replied, with both of his hands kept inside his pant pockets.

Mark set another ball up on the tee and took a good minute to aim for the targetted hole. He put enough effort into the shot but the ball landed a few yards before the target.

"You should go to that spot to get the ball into the hole," Jinyoung said.

"Nah. Later. I just want to keep taking swings from here. Is it possible to get the ball right into that hole in one shot? Can you do it?"

"I used to be capable of that. But I'm not sure now. It's been a long time since I played golf intensely and passionately."

"Wanna give it a try?" Mark asked, already handing him the golf club.

So, Jinyoung tested his skills and found that he had not lost them yet as the ball landed very close to that hole and then moving in its speed, entered the hole.

"Wow, that was a powerful swing," Mark said, watching the whole scene in awe. He then turned to Jinyoung, with an amused smile, "Hey, show me how to take such a strong swing. I mean just like the way you showed me what a perfect swing was, before."

"Gladly," Jinyoung let out a chuckle, "A little romance won't hurt."

Jinyoung positioned Mark in front of him and leaned forward, his body pressing against Mark's. His hands were gripping Mark's, which held the club.

Jinyoung could not help but plant a kiss on Mark's neck and Mark's body shivered a little under the touch.

"Ready?" Jinyoung asked.

"Just a moment. Your muscles are distracting me. Inhale, exhale. Whew. Okay, ready."

Jinyoung laughed and then collected himself not to be carried away. So, they took a swing together and the ball flew high and landed with a rough bounce, before getting into the hole in another bounce.

"That was crazy," Mark murmured, as he had felt how much strength Jinyoung had had to use for that shot.

"At least, you paid attention to it. I thought my muscles still distracted you even though you said you were ready."

"Trust me, it took me a lot of efforts to ignore them."

Mark ran his hand up and down Jinyoung's arm muscles as if he had never felt them before. Jinyoung chuckled but he knew that he should move away before anyone saw them.

But before he could withdraw his hands, Mark abruptly turned around to him and his lips collided with Jinyoung's in a messy, sloppy kiss. Jinyoung willingly gave in to Mark's tongue demanding to enter his mouth and for long minutes, they were lost in this mind-blowing ecstasy, totally forgetting the surrounding.