if without you || seongjoong

the night that rise on our day

seonghwa is a famous soccer player.

he plays for the seoul team as the striker.

he is an athlete, yet his life isn't far from being an idol.

he got famous for his breakthrough in last season, but his amazing feature is another tipping point for his popularity.

fans surround him around the airport, a special hashtag made for him during his birthday, and he even has fansites.

he is okay with it, none of those things had really bothered him anyway.

eventhough sometimes, the fans who don't give him space to walk around the airport stresses him out.

eventhough sometimes, the flashing lights from the cameras distract seonghwa from his practice.

he had to be unbothered, because it is now his job.

he got that adidas photoshoot because of his popularity.

he got that nivea men advertisement because of his popularity.

he is the face of puma now because of his popularity.

"thankyou for everyone who watched the match today! thanks for the support for the team! i am going to take a rest! see you in the next season!" seonghwa cheerfully act in front of his phone, which now was streaming live.

he pressed the "end livestream" button and sighed heavily.

"joongie, you can come out now," seonghwa said, calling for his boyfriend who stayed on their bedroom during the livestream.

"well that was quick," hongjoong said, sitting beside seongwha, closing any space between them.

"this is my first day off so i need to refresh my mind," seonghwa smiled and put a kiss on his boyfriend's lips.

hongjoong's lips danced with seonghwa's in response, showing how long he had missed those lips.

it was passionate and wanting, every kiss was very delicate and sweet, and every second was meaningful for them.

"sorry for putting you alone again," seonghwa parted the kiss, resting his forehead on hongjoong's.

"nah, i am fine with it," hongjoong pecked seongwha's cheek.

hongjoong then fixed seonghwa's hair and make his way to his keys.

"what? are you leaving now?" seonghwa asked bitterly.

"we've got tomorrow, the day after, and the next week, seonghwa. i am here just to bring you those chicken that yeosang made earlier. besides, you need to sleep after the amazing final match," hongjoong said with his eyes on the mirror, fixing his own hands.

"and i still had some jobs to do. i'll see you tomorrow, champ," hongjoong cupped seonghwa's cheek and made his way to the apartment door.

seonghwa followed the younger as he accompanied hongjoong to the parking lot.

he held hongjoong's wrist after he opened the car door, hongjoong was pulled to his direction.

seonghwa sticks another kiss for hongjoong's dry lips, pressing them together even more when he felt hongjoong's smile.

hongjoong parted away and sent him goodnight, and then left.

seonghwa and hongjoong had been secretive about their relationship for almost two years.

seonghwa himself had been cautious with his posts.

not tagging anyone,

followed nobody except for his teammate, his own club, and some of his sponsors,