DASH

As soon as the drip ended, Jihong issued a discharge. After catching a taxi in front of the hospital, he got into the car and said, "Drop off my friend in Nonhyeon first, and then take me to Yeoksam.

Immediately, sitting down after him, Jaekyung objected: "You don't need to go to Nonhyeon. Drive directly to Yeoksam.

"Just go home today."

However, Jaekyung didn't even pay attention. Jiheon wanted to ask, "What are you going to do?" but fell silent when the taxi driver, who recognized Jaekyung, held out his hand to greet him.

The car raced along the empty night street, and soon they were at the house. Jaekyung, as if it were a matter of course, went out with him, and then even went up to the fifth floor before Jihong. And, having typed the code without permission, he opened the door.

"Are you really not going home?"

Taking off his jacket and throwing it on the couch, Jaekyung replied, "No, I won't.

"Then call Min right now. Let him pick you up tomorrow morning.

"Don't.

Before Jihong could open his mouth, Jaekyung sat down on the couch and continued, "I won't go to training.

"Why?"

Jaekyung didn't answer. Jihon, glancing at him quickly, broke the silence again: "And the day after tomorrow?"

— No, I don't.

— And when?

Jaekyung again pretended not to hear. But Jihong did not insist. He began to put on his shoes in the hallway when Jaekyung came up unnoticed and grabbed his arm.

"Where are you going?"

"What difference does it make to you?"

Jihon tried to break free, but it was not so easy.

"To the hospital?" What, do you want to put the chip again? Jaekyung growled. "You're not going anywhere.

"I don't go to the hospital...

"And to the pharmacy too. And to the convenience store and to the supermarket - nowhere.

His hand began to go numb from the way Jaekyung squeezed it. Jihon couldn't even ask to be released. As soon as he groaned, the stubborn man finally pulled away. Then he put his arm around Jihon's waist and pulled him sharply towards him.

"You're not going anywhere for the next two weeks. You'll stay here with me.

"What... What kind of nonsense are you talking about?!

Jihon pushed him away in anger, but he did not move. On the contrary, he hugged Jihon even tighter and dragged him deeper into the apartment. In the end, he had to shout while they were dragging him: "Hey, stop it! Okay, me, but why did you decide to stay here?

"How could it be otherwise?" You will immediately run to the hospital or pharmacy, obviously.

"Are you going to keep an eye on me?" Two weeks?

"Well, yes, sort of. But it is better to say "to look after". Sounds nicer. Jaekyung said calmly and sat down on the sofa. Because of this, Jihon, of course, ended up in his lap.

— And what about training? Jihon said through clenched teeth.

He looked at Jaekyong as if he was ready to tear him apart if he said anything stupid. The bulldozer, looking at him, calmly replied: "From tomorrow I have an adaptation period.

"By whose decision?"

— In my opinion, of course. And who else?

"You're now... Do you even understand what you are carrying?

Shocked, Jihong was speechless.

"What's wrong with that?" Jaekyung suddenly looked directly at Jihon. He put his arm around his waist even tighter, as if afraid that he would run away. "Even after the training camp, they give at least ten days to adapt. I worked here with Oliver for a month and a half, as if I had undergone intensive training in Australia. If I say that I reduce the load for two weeks as part of the adaptation, will you be against it? No, after all.

"It's not just a reduction in workload, you won't do anything at all!" Jihon exploded.

"I'll just limit myself to strength exercises. Coach Yu had already agreed to bring medicine ball.

It seemed that he had already agreed everything with Coach Yu. Jaekyung was clearly not idle talk, but had thought out his plan well. Which made Jihonu more and more anxious.

The problem wasn't that Jaekyung took a two-week break. In addition, even at training camps, half of this time is usually spent on rest. And a short pause should not affect its shape in any way. Perhaps, on the contrary, the muscles that have been overexerted will have a chance to recover. But for this he must be at home. Or, in principle, anywhere, but not here, not near Jihon.

"Good. Okay. But go home, please.

— No, I don't.

"Please!" Jihong shouted, breaking free from his hands. When he was free, he stood in the center of the living room and continued, "You heard what they told you in the hospital, didn't you?" You have hypersensitivity to my pheromones. It's not just excitement, it's an effect on your parasympathetic nervous system. Do you remember the first two days after Oliver arrived, you had high levels of lactic acid? All because of...

"I know. That's why I plan to keep an eye on it.

"What are you going to keep an eye on, huh?" Jihon frowned.

Jaekyung, looking at him, blurted out, "I gave him an injection.

"What...?"

"I was given an injection of an antipheromone drug. It is stronger than daily pills. The effect lasts for two weeks.

Jihong blinked a few times before finally coming to his senses, "Does that mean...?"

"While you were on the drip, I talked to the doctor who examined you. He contacted someone, and I went down to the emergency room.

"Are you crazy?" Jihong asked in a trembling voice.

Jaekyung, as if just waiting for this, leaned back on the sofa and laughed: "You see, you also swear right away. But you did the same. I took the medicine myself without consulting.

"Jaekyung-ah...

"Well, how does it feel?"

"Kwon Jaekyung!" With a shout, Jihon approached the sofa and grabbed him by the breasts. "Are you serious now?"

"Why not?" He smiled imperturbably.

Jihong laughed in surprise as well, and then clenched his fists even harder, "Do you think you and I are in the same position?"

At this moment, Jaekyung's face instantly became serious. And holding back his anger, he blurted out, "Hyung, don't ever say those words in front of me again.

"Will it change anything?" Jihon retorted immediately.

— …

"You're an athlete. And you participate in the Olympics.

Jaekyung blinked, as if asking "So what?" And Jihon, restraining the urge to hit him and trying to calm down, hissed, "How could you take such a medicine without consulting me?"

"What does 'such a medicine' mean?" The doctor said that it is most often used by athletes.

– It was about the members of the league, not about those who participate in the Olympic Games! Jihong raised his voice again. – Athletes who compete against the clock rarely resort to them. Basically, they get by with pills.

— Yes, it is because of this attitude that it is rarely used. Although there is no evidence that they affect athletic performance.

"Hey...

– And you don't have to worry about doping, so what's the problem?

Jaekyung shrugged his shoulders and before Jiheon could say anything, he added, "Just give up, hyung. If you put a chip or take a pill now, it will be the most useless thing in the world.

"And that's against your own principles," Jaekyung continued, taking off Jihon's hands. "You yourself said that it is better when both are happy, and if not, then it is better to take care of everything alone. And when it's bad for everyone, that's the worst of the worst, isn't it?

"So what?" Jihon interrupted him in a low voice. "You've taken care of everything, and now I don't have anything to do?"

— Yes. Now it's my turn.

This self-confident phrase finally made Jihon realize that the stubborn man was deliberately mirroring his own actions. It was as if he was saying: "Feel on your own skin what your vaunted methods in relationships are, how disgusting they are." He chose the simplest and most effective way to get his message across. Of course, Jaekyung's decision to get the shot wasn't just because of that. He was probably motivated by his own intentions, but Jihong was too exhausted to figure it out.

"You're really... You're incredible," Jihon said.

He turned to leave, but Jaekyung grabbed his wrist again, "Where are you going?"

"Let me go."

"Where are you going?"

"To my room, that's where!" Jihon shouted, pulling his hand away.

Jaekyung got up from the couch and grabbed Jihon by the shoulders, "Listen to me first.

"No, I don't want to.

"It's only for two weeks.

"It doesn't matter...

"Not a month, not two, but only two weeks! Jaekyung's voice grew louder, but his tone became calmer. There was no more audacity or playfulness in him, only seriousness.

Jihon finally raised his head and looked at him. Their eyes met, and Jaekyung, squeezing his shoulders, added, "I know what you're worried about. Again, this medicine is most often used by athletes. This means that safety is guaranteed, and side effects are a temporary loss of smell or headache. Nothing terrible will happen.

"No, in rare cases, there is apathy and muscle pain all over the body," Jihon immediately objected. — This is a common side effect. Therefore, it is important for athletes to find the right tool for them.

"I know. But even if I have something like this, it's not scary, because I still don't train. If a replacement of the drug is necessary, then it is better to do it as early as possible, and not in the midst of the training process.

The words sounded logical. However, despite all rational arguments, Jihong was under strong emotional stress. It was wildly annoying that the stubborn man, hiding behind care, decided to do this without permission. He was worried about Jaekyung's condition. But what was most tormenting was that it was "his method" that he himself had imposed on him.

The retribution for his own actions turned out to be too cruel.

Jihon stood helplessly in the middle of the living room, rubbing his face with his hands.

Jaekyung led him to the sofa and sat him down.

– I also want a gold medal. And I will win it. Now I want her more than you do.

Of course. No matter how much Jihon worries and tosses and turns, he will never be able to feel the same. After all, the one who needs it most desires the most.

"Then it was even more not worth taking such desperate and reckless measures," sighed Jihon.

"Reckless?" Jaekyung was indignant. "I am confident in my decision, so I changed the medicine. You are the reckless person here. You knew about the side effects, and still...

"Hey...

"You're shaking because of some two-week injection, and you've done this to yourself...

"That's enough," Jihon finally broke down, addressing the mocking impudent man. — How many times can I repeat? You and I are different...

Before he could finish his sentence, Jaekyung grabbed his chin and kissed him. Jihon froze in surprise, only flapping his eyes. Jaekyung's tongue deftly penetrated his mouth. After enjoying the kiss, the guy finally pulled away.

"I told you so," he said with feigned ferocity, wiping the moisture from his lover's lips with his thumb. "Whenever you say that, I'll kiss you." If you want to kiss, repeat it.

Jihong was taken aback by this unexpected pressure, and Jaekyung, as if he had just remembered, added: "Although... You're going to say that on purpose.

—...?

"To kiss me."

"What?!"

Jihong looked at him with an expression of "What are you carrying?" and Jaekyung, leaning back on the sofa, smiled imperturbably.

"You love me, hyung.

“... Damn it," Jihon cursed in his mind. Only now did he realize that he had dug his own grave today.

"Don't make me laugh. I warn you too: if you shut my mouth like that again, I'll bite you," he grumbled with exaggerated resentment to hide his embarrassment.

"What are you talking about? Jaekyung raised an eyebrow, but obviously didn't take the threat seriously. Calmly hugging the pillow, he continued: "Maybe then you should start taking pills instead of kissing?" Every time you say something annoying, I'll swallow another one. I wonder what will happen if they are combined with an injection?

"Hey...

"Just kidding," Jaekyung said, laughing.

Jihon wanted to hit him, but instead he lowered his head and covered his face with his hand.

"Don't joke like that, please.

"Are you afraid even of a joke?"@@novelbin@@

— Of course.

"Then imagine what it was like for me when I realized it wasn't a joke. Feel it properly.

It seemed that Jaekyung could jump up at any moment and swallow everything in one fell swoop if Jihong blurted out at least something. He realized that the phrase "Come on" didn't work with Kwon Jaekyung.

"You—" Jihon muttered involuntarily. "You're just unbearable.

"What's wrong again?"

"I thought that you were rude, but sane, but you were mistaken. You're even crazier than I thought.

"Thanks to you, hyung," Jaekyung replied indifferently.

"Yes, since it's my fault, let's part before I go completely mad."

To which Jaekyung just chuckled.

"Seriously, because of you, my heart will soon give out." I will have a heart attack.

Jaekyung chuckled again, but after a moment, he burst into flames, "My heart has already turned to dust because of you!"

His words about Jihong getting a feel for himself what it was like were undeniable. Jihon sighed heavily and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, yes... In every sense, you are my karma.

"Exactly," Jaekyung said impassively. "You seduced a schoolboy who did not understand anything and drove him crazy, now you are responsible.

"What?" When did I seduce you? Jihong was taken aback by such an absurd statement. Jaekyung looked at him in bewilderment, as if asking "Are you serious?"

"You opened the door for me.

"Hey, it's not a temptation...

In the course of the argument, their lips touched again. Jihon, surprised, tried to push him away, but a soft, slightly tickling kiss without the participation of his tongue made him just resign himself. When Jaekyung pulled away, Jihong frowned and said discontentedly, "Why did you do this?" I didn't even say that you and I were different.

"Just like that," Jaekyung replied confidently. — Because I wanted to. And what, is this a problem?

His impudence knew no bounds. He flapped his eyes as if asking an innocent question, and Jihong could hardly believe what was happening. Of course, he immediately heard the continuation: "What's wrong? Is it bad that I kiss my boyfriend? I just kissed someone who loves me. What is the mistake here?

"What an impudent man..." - Jihon wanted to unleash a torrent of curses on him, but restrained himself. Instead, he lightly slapped him on the lips and rose to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Jaekyung immediately asked.

"Sleep, what?" Jihong said dryly and deliberately coldly. "And you stay here."

But it seemed that Jaekyung didn't pay attention to it at all. Moreover, he immediately jumped up, obviously preparing to follow him.

Because of this, Jihong frowned and sternly strained: "We won't sleep together today.

"I don't want to," Jaekyung snapped confidently, taking off his sweater.

Heading to the bathroom, he threw over his shoulder: "I'll wash quickly, can I be the first?" Or do you want to be together?

"Just go already," Jihon sighed heavily, lowering his gaze.