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Chovy felt like he was currently trapped by Morgana's Q.
The binding was heavy, like chains holding him down. Sanghyeok's touch was dangerous, and no matter how many days passed, he was unable to shake off the sudden yearning he felt.
His long, elegant fingers had been so gentle. He could still feel the delicate touch on his scalp as if Sanghyeok was once again running his fingers through the mess of his hair.
He had always thought Sanghyeok was a pretty guy.
It felt as if he had been charmed by Ahri's E, hypnotized by Sanghyeok's shiny eyes and red face. His cat-like lips opened slightly in surprise as he gazed up at Jihoon.
Faker was truly the Unkillable Demon King for a reason. He never went down without a fight.
But Chovy was not to be underestimated. He was the *best* current midlaner for a reason. And he had always won, in the end.
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The next time he met Sanghyeok, was not at LoL Park.
Wangho had planned a sudden outing to catch up. Even though they saw each other almost every other day because of their matches for the summer, no one really had much time to meet casually because of their busy schedules.
Sanghyeok surprisingly had agreed to join them, followed by Minseok and Minhyung.
The rest had quickly sat down, others had mingled nearby the sauce bar and Jihoon did not wait any further.
Jihoon immediately zeroed in on Sanghyeok, and he couldn't help the smile that grew on his hips at the sight of him.
Their little game usually occurred at LoL Park, but why stop there? Jihoon didn't back down, staring intensely at the other midlaner, who immediately returned his gaze with the same amount of intensity.
It was as if the world had disappeared. Both were encased in a different world. It almost felt as if Chovy had trapped Faker in Mordekaiser's ultimate, forcing him into an unyielding battle and only one of them could come out alive.
And as usual, Sanghyeok quickly yielded, but this time his usual passive face bloomed in a lovely shade of pink.
Interesting.
''Hyung! Are you gonna drink? Should we order soju or beer?''
Sanghyeok turned around quickly and replied to Minhyung with a shout, then stared back at Jihoon for a moment.
The dim lights of the restaurant and the bustling murmurs of the other customers around them disappeared as Sanghyeok got closer. Jihoon let himself enjoy their sudden closeness, inhaling Sanghyeok's perfume and tensing as Sanghyeok's hands took hold of his jersey jacket and fixed it over his broad shoulders properly.
''Jihoon-ah, your jacket was a bit messy'' Sanghyeok whispered almost in his ear, as he stood on the tip of his toes and smiled at him. He let his lips linger very, very closely to Jihoon's face before pulling back.
Chovy stood there, dumbfounded. The sudden loss of closeness and contact left him speechless as he watched Sanghyeok smugly walk to his teammates, joining them at the table.
Unbelievable.
Chovy truly had let himself be charmed once again by Ahri's E, and Sanghyeok had quickly gone away using Spirit Rush.
Jihoon felt a ball of emotions grow in his chest as he watched Sanghyeok sit gracefully, back straight, as if he had not solo-killed Chovy in just a second.
''What are you doing? You look like a creep. Come, let's sit'' Wangho-hyung suddenly appeared at his side, dragging him to the table to join their little group.
He was still stunned, as he looked at Sanghyeok under his bangs and sighed.
He had been outplayed, once again.
Faker 3 - Chovy 2.
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Sangheyok stared at his hands as he felt his face burn, once again.
His hands shook a little as he remembered Jihoon's dark eyes and the surprise in his face when Sanghyeok had daringly got close.
Where had he found such bravery?
It was like he had thrown any caution out of the window like he had face-checked a bush without any vision in it and immediately got stunned and punished for it.
He had won the trade, but he had poisoned himself in the process.
Their little game was addictive. Chovy was addicting.
The darkness of the room barely gave him any privacy, as his mind constantly provided more content to fuel the sudden fantasies filling his thoughts.
Jihoon's perfume, his tall figure, his large hands, and the soothing tone of his voice.
The way his dark eyes gazed at Sanghyeok, intense and threatening, with hidden promises that Sanghyeok could not yet decipher.
Yet Faker was no stranger to a challenge. And although Jeong Jihoon was a formidable opponent, Faker would not go without a fight.
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It was most likely fate that made them meet in such conditions this time.
They had been asked to arrive earlier than usual due to a schedule. They were supposed to record something, but Sanghyeok was unaware of what. He usually just showed up and followed the flow.
Unlike the last few times, this occasion was special.
Sanghyeok had hidden in a faraway bathroom, momentarily overwhelmed by the lack of sleep and the buzzing in his arm. The worrying glances and constant touches from his teammates and staff were just a reminder that he was not in his prime anymore.
He had matured, but in the process, his body had weakened and he couldn't help the frustration, ugly and overflowing, from growing in his chest and filling him with uncertainty.
The cold water of the skin ran over his fingers, adding to the chill over his skin. Even under the comfort of his jersey, Sanghyeok was still cold. Deep in thought, he couldn't help but jump as the bathroom door opened loudly, and there he was.
Chovy looked as surprised as he did as their eyes met.
This particular bathroom was not popular. Although it was well taken care of, other bathrooms near the green rooms were more comfortable for pro teams to use.
Which is why the sight of Chovy was odd to his eyes.
''Hyung''
''Good afternoon, Jihoon-ah''
Both kept staring, until Jihoon approached him, shutting off the tap.
''Are you ok, hyung?''
Sanghyeok nodded automatically, before realizing that Jihoon most likely didn't believe him as he was suddenly crowded against the skin.
''You're lying''
The first thing he noticed was how warm Jihoon was. His large hands took hold of his arm in a surprisingly firm but gentle grip.
''Is your arm bothering you again?''
''No''
''You're lying again, hyung''
Sanghyeok looked up at Jihoon, feeling his hands shake slightly.
Jihoon's fingers were gentle as they massaged the sore muscle, his thumb adding a soft type of pressure as he started a relaxing circular motion. The touch was not foreign, but coming from Jeong Jihoon, it made Sanghyeok feel as if his heart would come out of his chest.
''You shouldn't lie about this, hyung. We all want you to get better''
We. Jihoon was including himself. He worried about Sanghyeok.
''I'm ok, Jihoon-ah''
Sanghyeok felt his face burn as he watched Jihoon's large hands gripping his arm and wrist. The thinness of his forearm made it seem as if Jihoon were much, much larger than he already was. It was an added thought for later, for that little box of fantasies that resided at the back of his head and would only open in the privacy of his room.
''Hyung''
Sanghyeok looked up, unable to blink as Jihoon leaned closer to him.
''You need to take care of yourself, hyung''
And Chovy, already gapping with a huge lead, raised Sanghyeok’s hand to his mouth and left a kiss on his knuckles.
Faker gasped.
The tables had turned completely.
Now Chovy had chosen Ahri, and the E had hit Faker directly on the chest. Pulled forward, and hypnotized, he saw the way Chovy’s lips ran over his wrist down to his arm, right where his injury usually flared up.
The soft touch left a path of fire over his skin, as his mind blanked out. His health bar was completely gone, and just to secure the kill, Chovy ignited him as he moved forward and let his lips linger just slightly over his hair.
And just as it had come, the touch was gone.
Chovy smirked at him as Faker let his body slump against the sink.
‘’I’ll see you in the rift hyung’’
Sanghyeok gaped at the bathroom door as Jihoon left.
Oh my god.
His phone was ringing, but Sanghyeok could barely form a thought as he hugged his arm against his chest and saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
His hair was messed up, uncovering a section of his forehead, as his face blossomed in shades of red and pink. His eyes were bright and surprised, and Sanghyeok quickly opened the tab and dunked his head under the flowing cold water.
Oh my god, oh my god.
Sanghyeok wasn’t sure how long he spent under the cold water, but he didn’t move until the blush was gone from his face.
How!? How could I be so careless!?
Faker paced around the bathroom, rubbing his arms as the chilling air from the building ran over his wet hands and face.
He had let himself be solo killed in such a pathetic manner. He had let his defenses down and had let Jihoon take advantage of his vulnerability.
Faker could still feel the ghost of Jihoon’s touch on his arm, and he sighed deeply, closing his eyes.
Calm down.
Watching his reflection once again, Sanghyeok calmed down and bit his lip.
Jeong Jihoon would pay.
Faker 3 - Chovy 3.