170. Lightning Gloves
Jeon Junu
Junu didn't think about bringing spare clothes for changing at the gym.
I will work out in what I am wearing.
One meter above the ground he jumped down to the grass with ease and was filled with childish happiness from pure freedom. Sometimes rolling in a somersault, feeling like a superhero or more like a dark vigilante. Pulling a black hoodie over his head and sneaking out of the garden. Climbing over a fence without a camera's tireless watch nearby. Heart racing with excitement, he ran down the street to get his blood pumping more.
Getting to the address was easy.
Yet he kept stepping nervously around, gathering enough courage to go in.
"I am here," Junu texted, counting the cash he exchanged with Somin.
He leant her his credit card for her to buy what she needed, nothing suspicious though—usually lunch. She paid him back in cash. There was no other way to do it, because his parents provided him with a credit card to simply track his purchases, to see if he goes somewhere aside from school. Never cash. Junu had to come up with something.
Pomchun found the brown-haired boy easily. Junu stood outside, dressed in all black, hands nervously brushing his attire.
What a cute forbidden fruit
He greeted Junu with a quick side hug to touch him, but not scare him off.
"I like your highlights, what a bold change!" Pomchun smiled at him, touching his green hair attentively. "C'mon, let's dress you up in gear."
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"You can borrow these questionable gloves, which are disgusting..." Pomchun made a cute, displeased face.
"...but better than nothing." The blonde pointed at the corner with seriously smelly rentable equipment for forgetting members or newbies who didn't know if they'd like the sport enough to invest more.
"Since you're here early, I can hook you up with the brand new ones smelling like a victory from our humble shop. What do you say?" The older boy raised a brow, looking like a platinum angel.
Why is someone like him doing a sport like this?
Junu didn't get it. Pomchun gave a naturally more soft and vulnerable vibe.
I guess you'll never know.
"Buy a new one, please," Junu answered.
They picked a pair of nice black bandages for the protection of his fingers and knuckles. And most importantly a pair of shiny black gloves with green lightning, smelling heavy with new leather.
"Aren't you gonna change?" Pomchun asked.
"No." Junu took off his hoodie and revealed a black oversized shirt, showing his arms. Feeling too insecure amongst the muscular men.
I am who I am. He tossed playfully his chocolate brown hair now with a hint of mint.
Ugh. I want to be sexy like that Teho boy is. Like Pomchun is.
He felt like an imposter for a second, embarrassed about his attire, feeling weak when he observed other men scattered around then he relaxed again.
What can I do? I am a mess.
"Let's get it started! I'll show you how to tie the bandage up," Pomchun said kindly.
They sat on a wooden bench at a far-away corner of the gym. Other guys lazily come into the changing rooms. There was still plenty of time before the small evening class would start.
Pomchun had a white fitted shirt on, to show off his lean, sculpted body. A black headband tamed his smooth platinum blond hair back. His silky light skin shone.
How come he is that perfect? Junu was baffled.
Pomchun held Junu's palm and slowly started to tie the long stripe of black bandage on. Tying it tightly, sometimes making eye contact with the insecure artist. His touch was soft yet strict and Junu was internally conflicted.
I wanted emotions so bad, and here they are. A warm blush slowly crept into his cheeks.
Pomchun caught Junu's wide-eyed expression. It was clear to him—this kid was starting his journey of self-exploration so he let it slide without comment.
Shy boys are the best to seduce. It's so fun to see their innocence and awkwardness.
The disobeying brother finally got what Somin said. Junu was truly innocent, not playing naive or closeted boy. He was truly unmapped for himself.
Maybe he really works all the time with no time left to live it.
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Junu didn't want to ogle him. He tried his best, but his eyes betrayed him. He fixed them on the bandaging process, but they moved up anyway with the rest of his headas he examined where the Pomchun's shirt met his collarbone.
Look at his eyes, not at his body. He scolded himself.
"... then you should tie it across like this..." Pomchun said and Junu didn't hear a single word.
The shy boy briefly looked at Pomchun's blue eyes, not being weirded out by the color-changing lenses.
I want to look into his eyes longer.
Then he looked down at his stomach, where the belly button was trapped between shaped abs. Clearly visible under the sheer white of the shirt.
How does he look without a shirt? I want to touch it.
Junu's cheeks burned.
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