Kiss the Ground

As he felt the hot warmth, the memory of moments ago revived.It was as if a tightly stretched thread had finally snapped, an emotion surging up explosively, and a hand swinging wildly out of his control. And the expression of the person he made eye contact with in that split second.Even though his camera was shattered, the reporter was smiling. His dark eyes were filled with exhilaration. It was the triumph of having finally elicited something from Chahyun, a feeling of victory.He felt nauseous. Chahyun closed his eyes and curled up. To erase the smile that clung to his mind like greasy residue, he thought of various things. He recalled the faces of his parents and colleagues. Then came his friends in Korea. An article from the Yellow Post, a comforting message from Chun Sung-joo, and lastly, his memories with Misha…“…”His chest ached. With his hand in this condition, he wouldn’t even be able to use the signals he painstakingly created. Misha had said he was happy to have a promise just between the two of them. He had smiled warmly and lovingly, like cherry blossoms.How disappointed would he be if he knew about this…Chahyun wanted to see Misha. He wanted to return quickly to console him. And he wanted to be consoled. To win tomorrow’s game together and move on to the finals.Chahyun endured the rising loneliness for that moment.***By the time Chahyun returned to the hotel, it was already dark. It had taken quite a bit of time to send the people away and clear the scene. When Chahyun received notice to return, his teammates had already finished training and returned.As he got out of the large car, he was immediately surrounded by people and escorted into the building. There were unusually many protectors.As soon as he entered the lobby, Chahyun immediately sought out his room. He planned to put away his training gear and then go straight to meet Misha. But the coach gently stopped him as he turned towards the elevator.“Yuan, wait. The coach has something to tell you.”Surprised, Chahyun stopped and looked at their faces. The friendly faces that always encouraged him during tough training sessions now wore rare expressions. They looked somewhat troubled and even a little scared.“Why? Has the strategy changed?”“Well… there’s an urgent matter to convey. He wants to tell you himself.”“Right now?”It was unusual for the coach to seek out a player directly to convey something, especially with the main strategy already set. But the coach avoided Chahyun’s puzzled gaze, seeming reluctant to discuss important matters there.With a strange feeling, Chahyun slowly nodded. It seemed it would take a bit more time before he could see Misha.He was led to a makeshift seminar room on the first floor of the hotel. The place was set up to analyze and prepare for tomorrow’s game. As he entered, looking up at the large screen in front, Blue himself stood there to greet him. A dozen staff members were standing behind him.Despite the many chairs, no one was seated. The strange atmosphere prompted Yoon Chahyun to speak first.“What’s going on? It’s pretty late… Is there a big change?”“Yuan.”The air was odd. In the somewhat subdued atmosphere, the staff were awkwardly watching him. Even while avoiding his gaze, they constantly checked his expression, allowing Chahyun to gradually piece things together.It was surely about how to handle the incident today. Even though he was the only one hurt, it was hard to completely overlook such a violent act. Alana had said the club would handle it, but as the one involved, he couldn’t avoid all responsibility.But Chahyun was too tired and exhausted to worry about such things now.If the reporter demanded compensation, he was willing to comply. He could buy thousands, even tens of thousands of cameras. He would apologize if necessary. They could publish as many articles as they wanted. All he wanted desperately was to play in the game, even now.As Chahyun stood there, clenching his fists, Blue took a step closer.“Yuan. Is your hand okay?”What came out was a concern fitting of a coach. Chahyun showed his palm first. For some reason, an awkward excuse came out.“Of course. It’s not broken, and there’s no bleeding.”“That’s a relief.”“There’ll be no issue for tomorrow. I’ll just be extra careful with handling.”It was almost a joke, but no one responded. As a tense silence settled, Blue’s voice quietly echoed.“Yuan, I hope you don’t misunderstand.”Then he handed him a piece of paper with printed black letters. Chahyun instinctively took it. He immediately knew what it was. He had received such documents countless times as a player.“…The starting lineup.”Chahyun scanned the paper with just his eyes. But even before reading the names thoroughly, a sense of unease struck him.The number 12, usually found somewhere in the middle of the list, was missing from its place. He had always been in the starting lineup in all the strategy simulations they had run. All the training until now had assumed his participation.Slowly, Chahyun lowered his gaze. His name was listed in the substitute roster, separated in a small box below the long list of other players.Only then did the cold reality sink into his mind. Yoon Chahyun had been excluded from the starting lineup.As he stared at the piece of paper, Blue’s solemn voice flowed over him.“Right now, rest is what you need most.”Chahyun slowly raised his head. The blue eyes in front of him seemed to be piercing through him.“It’s not that we don’t trust you. You are definitely needed for this match. Anyone waiting for tomorrow’s game would think so.”“…”“But having your emotions reflected in the game is the last thing we want. For you, that’s the most crucial issue.”At the calm words, Chahyun couldn’t respond. The coach, who had been using Chahyun for over twenty months, must have seen through Chahyun’s weak points. The gaze that always showed concern gently and softly was now low and steady.However, he couldn’t comply this time.“This season isn’t the end, Yuan. You have to look at the bigger picture. For that, more than the game tomorrow,”Chahyun abruptly lifted his head to look at him. A cold shock struck his head and shot down to his feet. A sound, like something boiling, escaped from his throat.“Because of what happened today? Because I hit that guy?”The paper in his hand crumpled with a crisp sound. Over twenty pairs of eyes were all fixed on Yoon Chahyun alone.“Because my heart is weak? Because my mentality is unstable?”“Yuan.”“Because you’re afraid I’ll hit someone again? That I’ll start a fight on the field?”“……”“That I’ll ruin everything….”A heavy cracking sound was heard, as if something was breaking under immense weight.What does it all mean?When everything crumbles under your feet, nothing has any meaning.In the midst of the grim silence, Chahyun dropped the paper in his hand. The paper fluttered endlessly, floating chaotically in the air before eventually falling to the cold floor.***Misha Asplund scanned the document with his eyes. He hadn’t expected the starting lineup to be changed so late, the night before the game. The staff who went around delivering the documents to each player’s room seemed clearly flustered, indicating that even the club hadn’t anticipated this change.Their reaction was understandable, given the content. Changing the formation right before the match was a shocking decision. It required overturning the entire strategy they had worked on for a long time, and new plans and considerations were needed for the substitution and inclusion of players. But the real issue wasn’t such minor details.The exclusion of Yoon Chahyun from the starting lineup…. This was something Misha hadn’t anticipated.He knew that ‘someone’ was desperate to shake Yoon Chahyun. Pretending to be close and playing mind games with ridiculous pranks. But Misha hadn’t expected that they would directly provoke Yoon Chahyun, creating such a situation.Misha placed the paper on the side table and stood up from the bed. The fact that such an important issue was announced now meant that Yoon Chahyun had returned to the hotel.Thump, thump. At that moment, someone knocked on the door.Misha stopped approaching the door and stood still for a moment. After a brief silence, he opened the door wide.The person standing there was the one Misha was about to visit. Yoon Chahyun slowly raised his head as the room came into view. His eyes, catching the dark light of the hallway, met Misha’s. Feeling something strange, Misha spoke.“Yoo….”But before he could finish calling his name, an arm reached out and hugged Misha’s neck. Simultaneously, Chahyun pushed the door and entered the room. Despite the wide-open entrance revealing the entire room’s scene, Chahyun didn’t seem to care as he pressed his lips to Misha’s.“!”Misha took a few steps back, holding Chahyun, and as he tried to ask what was going on, a hot tongue invaded his mouth.Misha’s eyes widened in surprise. Anyone could walk by the open door at any moment, and Yoon Chahyun, of all people, had always been wary of their relationship being exposed.As he held Chahyun and backed away, Misha kicked the door shut. With a loud bang, the door closed, and Chahyun, holding onto Misha’s shoulders, collapsed onto the bed. The impact caused the kiss to falter slightly. As if unable to bear even a moment’s pause, Chahyun bent his head down again, but this time Misha’s restraint was a bit quicker.“Yuan, wait.”Chahyun, with his cheeks held, blinked slowly and looked down at Misha. His face was pale, and his lips, wet with both their saliva, remained silent. Though all his reactions were uncharacteristic, the most unusual was his oddly dry eyes.It wasn’t hard to understand why. But something felt off. Misha tried to read his condition accurately. His gaze traveled over Chahyun’s face, expression, and body, finally fixing on Chahyun’s right hand, resting on his shoulder. Wrapped in thick, white and blue bandages as if wearing a glove.Misha clasped Chahyun’s hand before asking anything else.“Is this because of what happened earlier? I didn’t hear you were hurt this badly. I was just about to come to you,”But Chahyun pressed his lips to Misha’s stiffly set mouth again. Misha gently pushed him back by the shoulders.“Yuan, calm down and look at me.”But Chahyun’s eyes, though lifted, wouldn’t meet Misha’s and darted around. Then, they suddenly settled on the paper on the side table opposite the bed. From his slightly open mouth came the first meaningful words.“…You saw it too. My name’s not there.”Leaving the document there was an unexpected mistake. Misha quickly responded.“You’re not completely excluded, Yuan. You’re on the substitute list, so you can still play.”“They said I should rest tomorrow. I heard it myself.”“Is that the coach’s decision?”“Yes. He said my condition is unstable, and we should plan for the future.”At his quiet response, Misha gritted his teeth. The coach had ultimately decided to hold back the Yoon Chahyun card. Rather than risking a match with a player who had shown vulnerability, a safe game without gambles was preferred. Chahyun’s unfocused eyes turned to Misha, lying below him.“Anyway, if you know, there’s no need to explain further. Good.”The oddly flat tone in his voice created a sense of discord. Knowing how much this meant to him, how precious and eagerly anticipated it was, he was not someone who would speak of it so easily and casually.“Anyway… it doesn’t matter anymore.”Misha opened his mouth to say something, but the words that came from Yoon Chahyun next choked him.“Misha. I want to.”“What?”“I want to have sex with you right now.”Misha’s eyes widened at the unexpected request. In contrast, Chahyun’s eyes narrowed.“Don’t you want to?”As he spoke, their lips were close enough to touch. The meaning behind the intense kiss that followed upon opening the door became slightly clearer, but it was still confusing. Misha sat up to stop him.“Not now, Yuan. You’ll regret it.”“Regret?”“Before a match. We promised.”Usually, it was Yoon Chahyun who would put a stop to such things. No matter how good his condition, engaging in physical relations the night before an important match was still a burden. Tomorrow’s game was no different. Even as a substitute, being on the official roster meant he could still play.Hearing Misha’s refusal, Chahyun was silent for a moment before suddenly standing up.“Fine… you don’t have to do anything. You have a match tomorrow.”He took a step back and slowly knelt between Misha’s legs, ignoring Misha’s attempts to sit up. Misha could only watch in shock at the unexpected action.“What are you doing?”“I’ll make you feel good.”Chahyun placed his injured hand on Misha’s thigh. His gaze, crouched low on the floor, seemed very different from its usual firmness. As Misha’s attention shifted to the white bandaged hand, Chahyun’s other hand slipped to the waistband of Misha’s training pants without warning.“Yuan…”His fumbling hand roamed around Misha’s hips and pulled the pants down. Chahyun looked at the exposed genitals with a peculiar expression, both flushed and somewhat awkward.After a moment of thought, he slowly leaned down and pressed his face against Misha’s penis. He rubbed his cheek against the stiffening organ, his usual serious gaze now hazy as he looked up at Misha.It was an explicit and obscene act. Yoon Chahyun was clearly trying to stimulate his partner sexually. Knowing this, the sight of his beloved lowering himself was painfully arousing. Inevitably, Misha’s erection began to harden under Chahyun’s soft lips.“See… you feel better already.”He circled his hand around the thick base and kissed the smooth glans. With a romantic sound, he kissed it multiple times. Misha reached out to cradle Chahyun’s cheek.“Yuan, wait, stop…”Before he could finish, Chahyun’s tongue darted out. His red tongue licked the tip of the glans, causing Misha’s brows to knit tightly.Chahyun sucked the rigid end like a sweet candy, his eyes downcast in concentration. The sight of his dark brows and intense eyes bathing in the flush of red heat was overwhelming, making it impossible for Misha to reach out and stop him. Yoon Chahyun was doing something very, very wrong.“Mm…”As his wet shaft grew in size, Chahyun began licking the long side from the tip to the base. His lips traced the groove under the glans and moved down, moistening the entire length. Chahyun kissed the prominent veins along the shaft and whispered softly.“You’re beautiful here too.”“Yoo…”The incongruent compliment stirred an uneasy excitement. As Misha’s breathing grew labored, Chahyun blinked slowly. It was unclear what he was thinking. After taking a deep breath through his nose, he quickly engulfed the large head.“Ah… ah…”But he seemed unable to take more. His jaw stretched to its limit, and Chahyun’s brows furrowed in strain. The sight of his convulsing throat struggling to accommodate the large girth was etched into Misha’s mind like a knife. Receiving the heated gaze, Chahyun held the base of the shaft tightly and pushed it into his mouth.“……, …!”Misha’s eyes widened at the incredible sensation. Chahyun was struggling to swallow the entire thing. His flushed face quickly became covered in sweat, and even breathing seemed difficult. Tears welled up in the corners of his squinting eyes as he slid the heavy shaft along his tongue.It was a shocking sight. Yoon Chahyun, kneeling and struggling to take Misha’s penis into his mouth. Chahyun awkwardly moved his head back and forth, barely able to swallow the glans. His teary eyes were fixed on Misha’s face. The dry gaze from earlier had vanished entirely.The intense mix of despair and arousal gripped Misha’s heart like chains. It didn’t take long for Chahyun’s open lips and entire jaw to become slick with pre-cum, signaling the onset of an orgasm.“Yuan.”Just as his breath grew ragged, a large hand grabbed Chahyun’s shoulder. Chahyun closed his eyes and braced for the impact. Even if Misha pulled his hair and thrust into his mouth, he wouldn’t mind. He knew how intoxicating and pleasurable the new sensation could be…But unexpectedly, Misha pushed Chahyun away firmly.“Stop. Back off, Yuan.”“Ah…”“Stop it now. Don’t do this.”Rejected. As the sensation that had filled his mouth abruptly left, Chahyun’s eyes widened in pure astonishment.However, he was speechless only for a moment. He moved closer between Misha’s legs, bracing against the pushing force, and wrapped his hand around Misha’s erect penis, stroking the entire length with his wet hand. As he kissed the tip of the glans almost forcibly, hot liquid spurted out instantly.“Ah… ha.”Chahyun involuntarily lifted his head at the burst of liquid spraying into his mouth. The intermittent bursts of white semen hit the roof of his mouth and dripped down his lips and chin. The viscous liquid even streaked across his nose and eyelashes. Reflexively bending over from the fluid entering his windpipe, Chahyun coughed and spat out the foreign substance frantically, the long strands of fluid trailing from his lips. His shoulders heaved with painful breaths. After a long while, he curled up and caught his breath, then looked up at Misha with his face still wet and glistening.Misha was glaring at Chahyun with a fierce expression, his breathing rough. Meeting the intense gaze weakly, Chahyun wiped the semen off his cheek with his fingers. The half-cooked scent filled his nostrils and mouth like cream.“Now… I think I understand why you like to eat this.”“…….”“It tastes good if you like it.”At his blatant words, the penis in front of him became erect again. Chahyun knew it wouldn’t easily subside after just one ejaculation. He stood up from his kneeling position, leaned on Misha’s shoulders, and pushed him onto the bed. Simultaneously, he used his wet hand to remove his pants and underwear.Half-naked, he straddled Misha, who furrowed his brow. Misha seemed unable to grasp the situation between the forced arousal and precarious restraint. His strained voice emerged.“Yuan… we’re not prepared for this.”“Condom? We did fine without it before.”“But your body….”The legs, trained to run on the field, spread wide on either side. It was the first time he opened himself without any preparation. Rubbing his tight entrance carelessly against Misha’s wet penis had only been a rehearsal. After several hasty touches, Chahyun aligned his still unyielding entrance with the tip of Misha’s penis and whispered softly.“Actually… it feels better without doing it.”