Woosang had no idea when all these troubled feelings start coming, but he was sure it wasn’t intentional, nor was it accidental, it just grew naturally deep inside his heart, at the pit of his stomach and drilled in his brain and it wasn’t nice, not in the slightest at all. He had no idea why these kinds of feeling should even start at all, was it because he had seen the other party just a tad too much for his liking, or is it because of the indirect rejection which actually crushed his heart even more so-

With a soft sigh, the dark haired teenager closed his eyes and leaned back. He, and the other party. Had somehow managed to both win a gold medal, again, the same record, same finish, same technique just once again in the London Olympic awile ago in the past. He didn’t know how something like that could be possible. Sure thing the first time it happened it felt like a mere coincidence, them both being good swimmers and all of those bulls. The second time felt odd, I meant, who would be able to do something like that? And it gets even odder when it simply continue to happen, again and again. It doesn’t felt like a mere coincidence, it felt more like fate, destiny, whatever you’re going to call it. It felt as if God really planned them to reach the finish together and it bothered Woosang more than he’d dare to admit.

And it felt good to share- well, Woosang was an only child and it seemed that he’d be an only child forever. He never had to share before. But like he father once said, he seemed happier when he was at the second place than when he won. And it felt like heaven when he had to share his winner title with ‘him’.

It might seem odd, coming out from him and all. But maybe- only maybe- Jungeun could no longer fills in his heart like the other party did.