DASH

Chapter 30

"Here is the locker room," Jihon mused, pulling up the curtains. He went to the gym for about ten days in a row, but this was the first time he was here, as he always entered the pool through the waiting room. The locker room was no different from the usual one: the room was filled with rows of cabinets, one wall was decorated with a mirror, and opposite was a dryer and a large bottle of toner for the skin. A little further away was a bench. After examining the empty space, Jihong ventured inside. Sitting down, he stared absently at the ceiling, but soon Jaekyung burst in.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, a little dizzy

Jihon answered, pressing his fingertips to his forehead.

"Don't make it up, you felt great before lunch

«.......»

— Why do you rule out the possibility that in a short period of time the condition can worsen?

Although in reality everything was completely different.

"Jaekyung-ah." Can you change your request to something else?

Eventually, Jihong let out a pitiful plea, "Hey, what's the point of me going to the pool?"

He tried to look carefree, but Jaekyung didn't even pretend to hear.

"You said you'd do whatever I asked." You must keep your promise

Jaekyung opened one of the lockers and, taking off his tracksuit, threw it into the far corner. He casually threw off his white T-shirt. Jihong, after watching for a while, finally stood up and said, "If you have a spare swimsuit, please lend me glasses and a hat too."

"I don't mind, but why not just buy it for yourself?"

"I'll wear them once anyway, I don't want to waste money

"What makes you think that this will happen only once?"

Instead of unbuttoning his shirt, Jihon looked at the guy puzzled. Jaekyung just smirked.

"I have swimming trunks, jammers and leggings, which do you prefer?"

— Jammers

"Why don't you swim?"

"Why?"

With frank honesty, Jaekyung's face took on a comical expression as he began to argue, "Then why are you here? Give it a shot. It is enough to do at least one freestyle circle. Demonstrate the skills of a former World Championship medalist."

– In front of a four-time Olympic medalist?

Jihong laughed and added, "You should start practicing right now. Let me know if you need to measure the pace," and deliberately tapped his forearm, signaling him to surrender, but Jaekyung remained indifferent.

"You promised to do as I want

"So I fulfilled your request

When Jihong asked what the problem was, Jaekyung muttered, "Just don't tell me that swimming in the pool and being in it are different desires?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Hyung, are you a crook?"

The deceived guy's facial expressions hardened, to which Jihong almost laughed. Despite their struggle, he maintained his composure.

"Don't you know the play The Merchant of Venice? Cutting flesh and shedding blood are two different things. If you decide to cut the flesh, you should do so without spilling a drop.

"So, since I've asked you to join me, you're only going to stand? I'll have to sign my next commercial contract as soon as possible," Jaekyung laughed, apparently at a loss for words, and wiped his face with a wet hand.

"Really?" Then the next should be an advertisement for underwear

"I wanted to swim with you, hyung

"How do you imagine it?" You have to train individually

"You don't understand what I mean.

"Hmm, do it already

Jihon came out of the water and, turning around, nodded, hinting to stop. Jaekyung looked after him for a moment, then turned away as if he had given up. As soon as he put on his glasses, he quickly disappeared under the surface of the water. And Jihong sat down on the edge of the pool, and he naturally shivered slightly from the cold. Cross-legged, he watched the swimmer in calm silence, experiencing unknown feelings. The echo of the splashing water, on the surface of which the sun's rays flickered, filled his ears. It was as if he had gone back ten years.