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Jisung was still shaking, despite having arrived at the Olympic village literal hours ago. He was probably more nervous than he had ever been. But how could it have been any different? This was it. This was the biggest moment of their careers. He and Felix had been working towards this for what had practically been their entire lives. Of course it was fucking nerve wracking!
Jisung was so glad to have Felix there with him. Sure, he also had his trainers, the assistants, the physios… an entire team of people who had always been there to help him and who would hold his hand through all of this. Still, having Felix there was different.
Felix was the reason why Jisung had started diving in the first place, way back when they had still been little kids. They had been training together for their entire careers. At eight, they had started commuting to a bigger training facility multiple times a week. Even now, Jisung still smiled at the memory of two kids with the same dream trying to do their homework on a bus to the big city.
At twelve, he and Felix had left home to become roommates at a training centre boarding school. And at sixteen, they had made their international debut, competing at their first international competition together… and winning it.
Years and years of domestic and international success had followed. The press had taken an interest in them and soon Jisung and Felix had found themselves giving interviews on prime-time television and being invited to variety shows. Back then, they had been on top of the world, in the shapes of their lives. Going into the qualifiers for the 2020 Olympic Games, they had been favourites to win Gold for their country.
However, then, at nineteen, a torn ACL had forced them to stop their Olympic run. And it was only at twenty-one that they had been able to make their successful comeback, winning their first World Championship title since the injury. And now, at twenty-three, they would finally compete at their first Olympic Games.
Jisung still almost couldn’t believe that it was truly happening, that they were actually there. It still felt surreal that he was really going to be able to compete for Gold together with his best friend.
Felix had been a constant in Jisung’s life. They had sat together on countless busses, trains and planes, had shared countless hotel rooms. For years and years, they had trained together, had won and lost together.
When Felix had first kissed a girl from the swimming team, they had celebrated together. And when she had broken his heart just a few months later, they had cried in each other’s arms. When Felix had told Jisung that he was bisexual, Jisung had hugged him and had told him that he would always love him, no matter what. And just a few months later, Felix had done the same when Jisung had tearfully told him that he was gay.
When Felix had torn his ACL, it had been out of the question for Jisung to compete with someone else. He simply hadn’t wanted to. If he was going to compete on the biggest stage, it would be with Felix or not at all.
So, yes, nothing would ever compare to the relationship Jisung had with Felix. And yet, sometimes his “sunshine twin” still made him go a little insane. Like, right now, when all his teammate seemed to want to focus on was… getting laid.
How that could possibly be a priority in that moment was beyond Jisung. He himself was completely and utterly drained. Their trip to Paris had taken forever and Jisung was fucking exhausted. There had been people around them at all times, members of their team, armed security, strangers… The security checks to get into the village had been thorough and had cost Jisung the last of his strength.
On top of that, they had found their shared room unbearably hot and had discovered that, before anything else, they were going to have to set up the small A/C unit by themselves. And well, neither of them were the most talented handymen and it had taken them forever until their room had finally turned somewhat cool.
Once they had been done, Jisung had fallen onto his bed and had declared that he was starving. He really did not feel like going to a packed cafeteria, but he also knew that he didn’t really have a choice. And he was frankly also hungry enough to not care. He just wanted to eat!
Felix had agreed that they should go. However, as opposed to Jisung, he very much did not seem to be in a rush. On the contrary, he had been getting himself ready for dinner as if he was planning on going to a club for the better part of the last thirty minutes. And Jisung knew why, even if he truly couldn’t comprehend it.
He had given his teammate a disapproving look, but Felix had just scoffed. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he had said and had rolled his eyes. “There will literally be thousands of athletes in their physical prime in that dining hall! And you think it’s overkill to put on some blush?”
Jisung had been too exhausted to argue. And yet, Felix still seemed to feel as if he needed to justify having done his hair when they were finally walking to the buffet. “I can tell that you are judging me,” he complained and nudged Jisung in his side. “But just think about how cute of a story it would be to meet your husband here!”
Jisung had to suppress a groan while Felix sighed dreamily. “Just picture it: He wins Gold. And then we win Gold. And then you get married, and your honeymoon would of course have to be to Paris and…” Felix went on and on like that, however Jisung tried his best to tune him out.
He really did not think hooking up with a fellow Olympian was a smart move with only a few days left until competitions were scheduled to start. However, he also knew from experience that there was no way to deter Felix from something once he had set his mind on it. And so, he just smiled and nodded along to whatever fairytale ending his teammate was manifesting for himself until they finally arrived.
***
Much to Felix’s disappointment, they did not meet a single person who peaked the diver’s interest while they were getting their food. And by the time they sat down at a table next to the rhythmic gymnastics team of some country they did not speak the language of, Felix was pouting.
“Stop looking like that!” Jisung scolded. “We made it to Paris! We’re here! You should be beaming!” However, his words seemed to land on deaf ears.
Felix just kept pouting like a puppy someone had forgotten in the rain. “You don’t understand,” he whined. “Tonight is the only night on which I can truly get my shit wrecked. Tomorrow there is just the opening ceremony and I mean… I can definitely get through that while limping if I need to. But then we’ll have so much practice over the next days and then obviously we need to compete. So that means that if I find someone tomorrow or after that, I’ll have to tell him to fuck me carefully and how boring is that?”
Jisung huffed. “As your teammate who is entirely depending on you being able to walk in competition, I would greatly appreciate if you exercised caution anyways.”
When he looked up, he was expecting Felix to smile or maybe even laugh at his antics. However, instead, he found his teammate fixated on something or well… more likely someone behind Jisung. His heart dropped instead. Oh. Oh no.
When Jisung turned around, it didn’t take him long at all to guess who his friend was salivating over. Out of all the possible athletes in the world, the fucking rugby team of their country had just walked into the cafeteria. And well… it hadn’t been long at all since Felix had shoved his phone into Jisung’s face and had shown him training compilations of theirs, claiming that they were “practically porn”. Oh, how wonderful.
Once more, Jisung found himself having to suppress a groan. He looked again and immediately recognized the team captain, Bang Chan, who he had met at a charity event before. However, he wasn’t the person Felix was staring at, Jisung was almost certain of that. Because right there, right behind Chan, there was a man with massive biceps and an ass so thick that it almost looked fake.
Jisung felt his shoulders slump. He knew that this marked the end of his evening with Felix. And when he turned back around, his suspicion was immediately proven true as he found Felix already halfway out of his seat.
“Are you going to try to get them to come over here?” Jisung asked defeatedly.
Felix scoffed. “Oh please,” he said and Jisung made the mistake of feeling relieved for the shortest moment. He should have known that there was more to come. But he still flinched when his roommate added: “I’m going over there.”
***
Jisung was pissed. The stupid cardboard “anti sex” beds that the IOC had put in their rooms were incredibly uncomfortable. The A/C was unbearably loud and basically useless. Plus, there was still sunlight streaming through the cracks of his curtains into his room. And Felix wasn’t even there to help Jisung with any of it.
Just as Jisung had predicted, his teammate had simply left him behind at dinner. He had confidently walked over to the rugby team and had soon been practically wrapped around the massive bicep of the man Jisung had suspected he would try to hook up with. To absolutely no one’s surprise whatsoever, it hadn’t taken long until Felix and the stranger had left the cafeteria together.
It had been a couple of hours since then. Enough time for Jisung to shower and get himself ready for bed. However, Felix still hadn’t returned and by now, Jisung wondered whether he would stay the night wherever he was.
He sighed and closed his eyes, even though he was pretty certain that he wouldn’t be able to sleep anyways. And yeah, Felix was right. Tomorrow, they didn’t have much to do except attending the opening ceremony. But he still figured that he should at least try to get some rest.
However, as soon as he had put away his phone and his head hit the pillow again, someone knocked on his door. For obvious reasons, Jisung almost fell out of his stupid rock-hard bed. He scrambled to a seated position and was gripping the blanket as tightly as he could. Who the fuck could that possibly be?
His heart dropped. Was one of their trainers checking to see whether they were both in bed? Or worse, had Felix been caught somewhere he shouldn’t have been? Fuck. What if they were disqualified before they had even gotten a chance to compete?
“Yeah?” His voice was tiny and pathetic. “Who’s this?”
“I uh…” a stranger replied. His voice was muffled by the door. Jisung could barely hear him, and the stranger was clearly hesitant to speak up more. This fact alone made Jisung a little more hopeful. An official would not be worried about disturbing anyone or getting caught.
He walked a little closer to the door. “I was uh… sent here,” the stranger continued. “Because my uh… my roommate uh… ‘needed the room’. I… From what I understand he uh… he is with your roommate?”
Oh! Oh God. Jisung swallowed. “Uh right…” he replied timidly. What the fuck Felix? Had his friend literally given this man the directions to their room and told him to go spent time with Jisung until he and his muscle guy were done? Oh, Jisung was going to murder him. “Do you uh… Do you wanna come in?” That was probably the dumbest question Jisung could have possibly asked. Because well, why else would this guy have knocked?
Jisung didn’t even wait for a reply. He just unlocked the door and opened it and wow. In front of him stood the most beautiful person Jisung had ever seen. The stranger was maybe a little taller than Jisung, but he was far more built. Jisung had never ever seen thighs like those, and he had literally spent his life training with elite athletes. Jisung immediately wondered whether this guy could just pick him up if he wanted to… probably. His knees went weak.
However, it wasn’t even just the body of this man that seemed absurdly perfect. There was also his face… the way his brown hair fell partially over those soft brown eyes… an upper lip that was slightly bigger than his lower one… Ugh, okay maybe Felix was allowed to live for sending Jisung a stranger to hang out with… at least if the stranger looked like this.
“Hi,” the guy said awkwardly and reached out a hand. “I’m Lee Minho. I play rugby.”
It took a moment for Jisung to realise that the only socially acceptable thing to do in that situation was to stop fucking staring and to introduce himself as well. “Han Jisung,” he mumbled. “Diver.”
Minho giggled and wow, Jisung wanted him to never stop. Chills spread through his entire body at the sound, and he felt a strange, warm sensation in his stomach and okay, woah! He was not supposed to be thinking any of this!