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in the midst of exhilarating adrenaline-induced heart gooey romances of having an older college girlfriend, Jaewoo has never been this blissed out before in his entire life. the courtship turned official relationship can be summarised in a few aesthetic snapshots to highlight the past few weeks. his bathroom’s toothbrush holder now occupied by two. the gradual increments of his wardrobe dedicated for his clothes gently being swallowed up by Inés’ own section. a fuller fridge to satisfy the stomachs for two. intertwined hands swaying in the breeze on campus. a warm pair of arms with a mischievous kiss smacked to eager lips in between classes. matching cloud soft fluffy socks on his bed. her dark hair sprawling off her shoulder and covering her textbook figures. what a life what a life what a life. how did he get so lucky ?

there is only one festering issue. it’s a sickening inconvenience and a crime against humanity in Jaewoo’s point of view. the fact that he cannot indulge in memory erasure or going back in time ruins the fact that he cannot stop the horrific graphic flashbacks of the time he walked on Inés and Cyril a while back. in dawning revulsion, Jaewoo realises he is in for a long haul the moment he sees his teammate’s smirking face to only be smacked with the explicitly leering sight of Cyril obnoxiously peering over Inés’ naked body in a nausea-inducing flashback. no no no. he must forget about the way how Cyril had the audacity to jostle Inés on his lap, eliciting a low pleasurable from Inés, daring hands skimming over all. he will also most definitely not linger on issues of dick size because that is something that his fragile heart and withering crushed up ego cannot bear to comprehend at the moment. no. he must forget about how the fact that his teammate’s dick that looked like it had a life of its own.

so fuck it, he tells himself despite the aggressive grinding of his teeth and tersely clenched jaw as he gazes at the face of his all-knowing smug teammate in the locker room. Cyril isn’t competition anymore but he was previously competition. he still flits and hovers around like a pesky fly waiting to be zapped — constantly circling around Inés at optimal distance to irritate the hell out of Jaewoo. but not enough to yield chiding from Inés.

not that Jaewoo would allow Cyril anywhere near Inés to begin with. especially not after seeing Inés riding his dick with swaying hips and full nonchalance. no. Cyril needs a dose of explicit reminders from Jaewoo himself that Inés is now officially and monogamously all his. and very much happily so.

the sick twist of fate is the fact that Cyril plays centre for their university’s ice-hockey team and Jaewoo can’t avoid seeing his puffed up haughty figure. in a more cruel thread of destiny in this life, Jaewoo has to work in tandem with him in his role of being right-wing. everything had been amicable with them as teammates working closely with each other until Jaewoo had a jolting realisation that he has fallen for Inés. that made him intensely diligent and hawk-eyed about his surroundings when she is within near proximity. that’s when he started noticing the subtle cues between Cyril and Inés when they encountered each other after practice. Jaewoo immediately picked up on how Cyril’s hands linger on her hip for a bit too long, his lips moving with words that seemed to promise something. what caused hopeful doubt for Jaewoo was the fact that Inés always seemed so disinterested despite her own lips curving up in slight amusement until she strutted away.

naturally, it sparked furious sparks of indignation within Jaewoo and he knew his place was in danger. that’s why he had rushed over to confess to Inés before being smacked with the graphic sound of Cyril’s balls slapping in Inés’ bedroom. his teammate always being one step ahead of him. they knew each other, Jaewoo knew that. but not the fact that Inés enjoys having his dick buried in her after practice.

initially, he reckons he can play it off with full nonchalance. Inés is his official girlfriend now. the entire campus knows all about it. in typical college fashion, the word spread like wildfire the second the pair stepped on campus hand-in-hand. on the university’s local gossip social media account, a blurry picture of Inés’ hand on Jaewoo’s ass as she beckons him in for a kiss with a devious smirk instantly got shared a few hundred times around. THE HOTTEST GIRL ON CAMPUS IS IN A D/S RELATIONSHIP WITH ICE HOCKEY WINGER ?! became the hottest topic for lunchtime discussion. this had exceedingly infuriated Jaewoo that anyone could not easily deduce them as a couple crazily in love with each other and officially in a full-time committed relationship.

of course, he had to take it to instagram. making sure to be sitting snug between her legs as she strokes his hair, he ensures the length of his mirror captures her face unconcealed for the shot. in a blaze of both fury and entitled possessiveness, he proudly captions the post with nothing beats coming home to cuddles from your girlfriend after a long day of quantum mechanics ♥ before anonymously tipping it to the gossip account. job done. within three hours, the entire campus knows all about their confirmed status of being a doting couple in love. it is official. Min Inhye is no longer available unless you’re willing to risk it all for some drama. until now, Jaewoo has the reputation of being the cute wide-eyed hockey star. much to his chagrin, his baby boy image does little to deter the relentless homewreckers. it really doesn’t help that he is dating the hottest woman on campus who everyone has been trying to get a taste of. if only everyone knew how ugly his jealous can manifest when he is in zone . . .

apparently the opportunity for his irrational and intensely ingrained jealousy arises soon. the moment Jaewoo steps in the locker room for training, he makes eye contact with a sneering Cyril. Jaewoo is stupefied. immediate flashbacks to Cyril’s naked body pressed against Inés’ whiz through his mind, paling the boy as a terrible distortion of nausea burns the back of his throat. no no no. Inés is his now ! he shouldn’t dwell on this !

alas, his efforts to reassure himself are in vain. in full overflowing glory, his jealousy rushes all the colour to his face in a heated fit of red fury. as if attuned to his aura, Cyril quirks a brow before cheekily quipping. “ tell Inés I said hi and to — ”

“ — HIII. ” Jaewoo enthusiastically and firmly interjects before Cyril can continue that dangerous avenue. he is about to clap Cyril on the back but he flinches at the thought of one-to-one skin contact after they have encountered each other. Inés literally using Jaewoo as a way to pull off from Cyril’s wet dick, the subtle sloshing noise still ringing in his ears. shuddering violently at the potent flashback, Jaewoo opts for a fist bump instead which Cyril returns with the usual cocky smile and gloating eyes. “ you haven’t been slacking lately huh. ”

“ no slacking off, too busy getting your gir— ”

“ AND THAT REMINDS ME that you have one more chance to buy merch before it runs out of stock for this season if you want extras. ” Jaewoo practically yells over his words, clapping his hands together in vigour. amused, Cyril decides to finish stripping and change into his training attire before playfully bumping Jaewoo on his way out.

“ is Inés coming to watch practice ? ” he winks at Jaewoo. “ I’ll put my A game on for her, don’t worry about my performance. focus on your blind passes in the meantime. ” before Jaewoo can retort, he exits the changing room with a wave over his shoulder.

so wrapped up in his building disgust for his teammate, Jaewoo had completely forgotten for a moment that Inés said she has the time to watch the team practice on ice today. it both alleviates his wounded soul but simultaneously reignites the tension in his shoulders to know Cyril will be breathing the same air as her.

damn it ! his stomach internally recoils with intensifying abhorrence that flows like liquid hot lava fizzling through his veins. striking out a curled fist against the nearest locker from pure vehemence, Jaewoo has to hastily recover his rapid rise in heated breathing when his other teammates slowly start filing in the locker room.

“ hey Jaewoo, are you okay ? you look like you got fever. are you sick ?! ” one of his teammates lean in close with concern, raising a brow at his white-knuckled fist on the locker. “ go home and rest if you don’t feel good. don’t push yourself. your body will take longer to recover. ”

puffing his burning cheeks out, Jaewoo musters up every last bit of willpower to force a cheery smile before feigning to stretch both arms out behind him. “ no no, I’m fine. I came in running, I thought I was late. ”

everyone erupts into raucous laughter and snorting fits. “ you ?! late ?! whoa, that’s our captain. even when you get the hottest girlfriend on campus, you still show up early to practice. ”

in a noisy burst of chatter, the teasing jeers continue as his teammates bump him on the back. true, Jaewoo takes his captain responsibilities seriously. but there were several close calls when he got easily distracted by Inés sending a harmless selfie of her in class, blouse unbuttoned a few buttons down and lips parted as she looks bored to whatever the lecturer is droning on. he doesn’t find it embarrassing that the mere sight of Inés looking bored and her pretty silky hair tumbling over her shoulders has the ability to immediately turn him on. the reason why he almost arrived late to practice was due to the fact he had to quickly go to the nearest bathroom cubicle to calm down his raging boner.

since he comes to practice fully dressed now, all he needs to do is refill his bottle and get his skates out. one day, Inés inquired about his changing habits and told him that he needs to change where nobody can see him. without questioning her on why, he ecstatically obeyed her instructions. it’s something his teammates immediately picked up on, poking fun at Jaewoo on why he doesn’t take his shirt off anymore but he can always laugh it off with them.

but this once, he can already feel the intense flaring of his green-eyed tendencies causing tension in his unusually stiff body even after warming up. this is a matter that he cannot laugh off. he is pissed. and the second he glides on the ice, his worries temporarily fleeing him as he is reinvigorated to get back on the ice, Cyril abruptly shatters his tranquility yet again.

“ hey look Jaewoo, it’s Inés over there. ” Cyril squeezes him around the shoulders so he can firmly readjust Jaewoo in Inés’ direction. ah, here she is, looking radiantly gorgeous on the bleachers. there is a detail that exacerbates Jaewoo’s jealousy which he can pick up on with hawk-eye scrutiny is the fact that she has no bra on. he makes a mental note to have a conversation about that to her later on. whenever they get a break during training, he is running over to her to throw his hoodie over her head.

she waves in which both Cyril and Jaewoo wave back at her. igniting Jaewoo’s already infuriated irritation, he turns to Cyril to lightly shove at his chest without thought. “ hey, back off. ”

“ what, I’m just greeting her. you’re not the only one who knows her. take it easy. ” Cyril heartily claps at Jaewoo’s back, his eyes twinkling away in wicked amusement.

internally cringing at the point of touching contact, Jaewoo strains out another smile. “ true, how long have you known her for ? ”

“ oh time to practice. ” Cyril whizzes off to their coach who is now on the ice without warning. god damn it. Jaewoo knows Cyril is deliberately concealing the information from him because of some innate sadistic nature of his teammate. it’s something Jaewoo has vainly been trying to find out for a while now. he doesn’t mean to be that obsessive but it drives him wild to think about how long Inés has been potentially fucking his roommate. there were evenings where Jaewoo has relentlessly combed through social media posts for any hints. yet he has reached the point where his anxious jealousy is gnawing at him and fogs up his brain thickly. he will ask Inés directly and hope that she gives him a straight answer on that. more mental notes to tack down. apparently Inés is in for a long night for deeply serious discussions.

as practice clacks on, Jaewoo eventually loses himself in the spirit of the sport he thrives in. although the possessive tension in his shoulder blades never truly leave, he does begin to loosen up and forget about his young boyfriend jealousy woes for a bit.

all until he sees Cyril making a beeline to the ice rink exit when their coach announces their first break. completely panicking, he rushes over in a frenzy to physically separate Cyril from going to Inés. this time, he feels like a fool when he sees Cyril heading to the direction of the toilets instead. huffing and puffing, Jaewoo remembers his agenda of hiding his girlfriend’s nipples so he rushes over to fetch his hoodie from his locker before joyfully bouncing back to Inés.

“ hey baby, ” he cheerfully greets her, a smile stretching from ear to ear as he swoops in to hug her up close his sweaty body for a smacking kiss that resonates off in a stadium echo. good. “ how are you, how has your day been going so far today ? ”

“ hey angel, ” she hums back, also embracing him in a tight hug for a kiss in which she prolongs with sly tongue action that leaves him hiccuping in fluster. “ why are your cheeks redder than usual ? ”

“ a-are they ? ” upon interrogation, Jaewoo’s cheeks flush aggressively crimson as he stares back at her, echoing back her question. thinking this is the perfect distraction, in one fluid moment, he hurriedly thrusts his hoodie gently on her to cover up the perky sight of her nipples for the world to see. making sure to pull at the chest area so it doesn’t fall tight and flat on her breasts, his gaze flits back up to her piercing inquisitive look as her nails dig slightly into his cheeks, her hand gently cupping his face as she does so. humming out, she brings his face right back in up close to hers with the tips of their nose bumping.

“ what was Cyril saying to you ? ” Jaewoo knows that tone, it isn’t a question. this is a command to tell.

“ he was reminding me that he knows you. ” he sulkily grumbles in reply, annoyed to remember his teammate’s history with the love of his life. “ which reminds me, how long have you known him for ? ” this sounds like a prime opportunity to get an answer perhaps.

“ I’ve known him for a while, childhood friends. ” Inés shrugs it off, seemingly unfazed by her answer despite it immediately setting out a display of aggressive fireworks in Jaewoo’s chest.

“ childhood friends ?! ” he practically growls out, jealousy fully obvious. damn ! he suspected they knew each other for a while now but not that long either. rocking on his feet from sheer anger that overcomes him now, he can feel himself slowly becoming untethered as he gets plagued by a flurry of envious thoughts. Cyril knows which childhood side dishes Inés had prepared for her dinners. they probably walked to school together. he got to witness what Inés was like during her childhood and teen years. what does Cyril not know about her. they probably spent after school hours together cooking up a storm. no wonder they had a particular chemistry between the two . . . because they have known each other for their entire lives !

as if she can immediately sense the immense turmoil, Inés quirks a brow as she slides her arms around his waist to loop Jaewoo in. “ baby talk to me. ”

“ I’m fine, just jealous that Cyril got to know you for longer. ” Jaewoo plays it off with a nonchalant smile, tilting his head as his eyes crinkle up in an obviously fake smile.

before they can continue the conversation, his coach shrilly rings his whistle to get the boys back on the rink to commence training. grabbing his energy drink, Jaewoo viciously crushes the plastic bottle with one hand as he gulps down the entire thing in one go.

“ I’ll see you in a bit babe. ” he leans in to kiss her forehead then her lips chastely, no doubt leaving the bitter taste of jealousy to linger in her mouth. hopping down from the bleachers, he runs back to get ready as he tries to imprison this new piece of nefarious knowledge at the back of his mind so he can focus on practicing.

no matter what, he cannot vanquish the burning thoughts of Cyril walking with Inés home after school. then he immediately gets triggered to remember how he previously saw his teammate’s dick completely buried and hidden in Inés, cutely perched on top of her bed and heels facing Jaewoo. it induces the same vile sensation of torrid vomit scratching the back of his throat, eyes watering as he misses his practice shot into the net. sighing in great frustration, he realises how he has to get out of his own head so he can perform well as per usual. a concerned teammate slaps him on the back as Jaewoo dolefully heads to the back of the line.

“ you don’t look like yourself, are you okay ? seriously if you aren’t feeling well, skip practice. coach will understand. ”

“ no no I’m fine. ” Jaewoo insists, patting him vigorously back in return in what he hopes passes off as genuine reassurance.

of course today they have to practice on their saucer passes. naturally Jaewoo is tasked to practice with the team’s centre. a smirking Cyril skirts up to him, behind the makeshift barrier, but still close enough for Jaewoo to sniff at his expensive aftershave. what the fuck does he have so much scent on for ? is that what he went back to his lockers for ?

“ you first, ” Cyril dares him, cocky brows raised.

“ sure, ” Jaewoo chirps in agreement, taking his stance and positioning himself aptly. without warning, a violent seize over his body like an ungodly force of possession clutches hold over him as he readies his hockey stick. striking the puck accurately over the barrier, the puck piercingly whistles through the air — headed straight for Cyril’s crotch.

credit to Cyril, his innate sharp reflexes kick in as he manages to just about to narrowly avoid the puck dealing any damage to his balls, whacking his inner thigh instead. irrespective of the fact they wear protective pants, Cyril seems to pick up on the message as the puck clatters back to the ground. he starts cracking up, thoroughly amused and not at all unbothered.

“ almost there, you were just slightly off, ” Cyril never ceases to stop smirking, fully irritating Jaewoo deeper. “ do you wanna try that again ? Inés is watching. ”

“ stop looking at her. ” Jaewoo instinctively huffs out, a frown immediately creasing his features. “ focus on what is in front of you. ”

they start bickering lightly but somehow easing back into their usual flow of feedback as they practice their passes. Jaewoo sinks back into being immersed in his sports headspace, all his woes temporarily forgotten as his perfectionist side drills him to be as accurate as possible.

yet the temporary relief doesn’t last for too long. as the team heads for the final hour of training, their coach splits them into two teams for a practice match. as Cyril skates to his position, he eases across the ice back gliding as he turns to Inés in the bleachers, waving at her again with a distinct wink this time.

he did not have the nerve.

but Cyril does. he is feeding off from Jaewoo’s emanating waves of frothing jealousy, this Jaewoo knows. but it does little to abate the raging waves of triggering memories, all the catastrophic scenarios of two childhood friends sharing historical-based chemistry fast forward to recent sights of their slicked up naked bodies grinding up against each other. Jaewoo can almost swear that he experienced something close to an aneurysm, a vehement spark of ugly jealousy popping hot in his brain. it trickles throughout his veins, charging him with intense adrenaline in his body as he readies his hockey stick — Cyril on the opposing team. Cyril glances at him, teeth sparkling underneath the stadium rink lights as he grins. can that even be called a challenge if Cyril seems so unperturbed by it all ? what kind of game is he playing at ?

deciding to ignore him for now, Jaewoo sends a flying kiss and a finger heart to Inés. although she is at a distance, he can see how she is on the edge of her seat from interest, legs crossed and palm resting on the bordering chair as she examines the unfolding sight in front of her. suddenly self-conscious, he realises that he was so far in his own destructive almost murderous thoughts of jealousy that he forgot that Inés has her eyes on him. what is she thinking right now ?

the practice match commences. Jaewoo manages to calm down his increasing hyperventilation with steadying deep breaths that he times with his movements, swinging precisely and swiftly as he melds back into his team role.

ten minutes of the match tick by without much fuss. there is nothing much besides the expected scuffle and occasional imbalances. echoed yells for effective communication bounce off the rink walls and sticks slamming on ice fill up the air. it all goes smoothly as far as an ice-hockey match can be until Jaewoo is directly facing Cyril who is about to take another sneaky shot as he jets down the rink.

an inexplicable animalistic urge washes over Jaewoo, his feet lifting up without his permission. not knowing what he is doing, his body moving on its own accord in the moment, he takes three aggressive strides towards Cyril’s back that faces him as he chases the puck to the net.

three, two, one, BAM.

Jaewoo charges at Cyril, the two colliding against the borders with Cyril falling first. everyone breaks out in a clamour.

“ AHN JAEWOO ! ” his coach bellows for the first time at him, raging like a bull as he marches towards the two to pick them both up.

with a breathless laugh, Cyril waves his hands. “ it’s okay, he got too excited. his control has been weird today. he usually isn’t like this. ”

unnerved and entirely surprised to see Cyril having his back, Jaewoo tenderly gets up before reluctantly offering a helping hand. hoisting Cyril up, Jaewoo is slightly disturbed by the fact how he feels no remorse to the fact that he has potentially bruised Cyril all over. serves him right.

either way, Jaewoo gets an earful from his thundering enraged coach who smacks the back of his head repeatedly before continuing to deafeningly roar at him. he gets severely scolded which Jaewoo reckons his coach is trying to ensure that Jaewoo will never attempt that again since he has never exhibited this type of behaviour before. in the end, his behaviour gets marked off as boarding and Cyril gets his deserved penalty that he wins. but that only comes after ten minutes of Jaewoo having his head bowed as his coach wets his face with spit flying out of his mouth from pure fury.

how could you as a captain barge at him like that ? do you want to kill your own centre you idiot ? do you want me to strip you of your title ? pull that off again and I’ll ban your girlfriend from practice and all future matches.

the last threat is what lifts Jaewoo’s face up in alarm, he needs Inés at every single match and practice. that is the one dream he always had and he cannot allow Cyril to steal that away from him. he begins to profusely apologise, happily enacting his physical punishments of five hundred pushups off the ice after the match. his coach makes sure to get Cyril and Jaewoo to hug it out too, Cyril heartily clapping Jaewoo on the back who apologises to him one more time despite how Cyril’s aftershave makes Jaewoo’s head swirl with even more nausea-inducing flashbacks.

after his five hundred pushup, his coach heads home before giving him one last firm scolding. with a huge groan, Jaewoo collapses to the floor as his arms give way immediately on the final count. as the rink is empty now, everyone already gone when it was Jaewoo’s time to enact his punishment after the match, only Inés is left. she walks over to him, his hoodie draped over her arm. when did she take that off ?

“ let’s go home, ” she gently murmurs, sweeping his sweaty bangs to one side so she can kiss his forehead repeatedly, tongue discreetly licking some of the beads of sweat off. as per their usual routine, she has already collected his bag and belongings from his locker as she doesn’t like him taking a shower or changing in the changing rooms. but it had invoked his jealousy on multiple occasions to know that she casually struts in his changing room, all boys half naked if not fully naked to watch her breeze in confidently to pick up Jaewoo’s things. of course, Inés waves it off as no big deal. she only has eyes for him after all, as she seeks to continually reassure him.

for once, they head home in silence as Jaewoo is simply too worn out to say anything with his head still reeling from the aftermath of today’s provoked jealousy and its consequences. even though his coach gave him an earful and furious scolding like he never received from him before, Jaewoo still cannot bring himself to feel any remorse or regret for going after Cyril like that. as he reflects, sitting in Inés’ car as she drives them back, he is mainly disturbed by the fact that it felt like he had no control over his body in those moments of sheer jealousy.

as they enter Inés’ apartment, the second Jaewoo takes his boots off, Inés pins his hips against the wall with her own as she stares him down intensely.

“ why did you charge at Cyril like that ? ” she wastes no time, cutting to the chase immediately as she seeks answers from him. her hands rest on his waist, squeezing him in silent comfort and affirmation that he is in a safe space to respond with full candid honesty.

mulling over how to vocalise what has been running through his mind all day, Jaewoo takes in several deep breaths as he deliberates over what to say. Inés allows him to take his time. he knows that she knows that he needs a moment or two to think about how to word things, especially on emotional topics. as he chews on his thoughts, she presses sweet open-mouthed wet kisses across his sweaty neck and hairline.

“ I’m jealous, ” he admits, first and simple. it feels shameful to admit, his eyes don’t meet hers initially but he knows that she doesn’t like that. so he glances back up at her again, his cheeks blushing as they were during their earlier confrontation. pouting slightly, he huffs. “ I’m jealous that he has known you for longer than I have. it feels like you two have all this hidden history which he loves to remind me about and it drives me insane not knowing. ” tilting his neck for easier access for her, he closes his eyes as he sighs forlornly. “ I... also had no control over what I was doing. I know it might sound weird... b-but I really don’t know what took over me. I just saw his face and the jealousy took over.... it feels like something possessed me. I hate him when he does that. I hate that he can say that he knew you since high school. I wish that was me. I want to know exactly what you were like during those years. ”

“ baby, you are perfect for me. you met me at the right time. I would have been graduating by the time you would have started high school. we met at the right time, when you’ve grown up, we both have our own apartments and the time for me to do whatever I want to do to you. ” Inés’ lips lift up in a smirk as she continues to press soft lingering kisses across his face, multiple ones pressed on his closed eyelids. her fingers to circle around his waistband, dipping and hooking in as her other hand works to undo the laces. “ and you should know that was adorable of you. my big jealous baby. I think you deserve a little reward. ”

eyes flitting in surprise, Jaewoo’s heart begins to race to hear her words as he gazes at her longingly. “ what really ? I didn’t step out of line or acted weirdly ? ”

“ of course not, it was adorable of you. ” she undoes his pants in one motion after unlacing it all, shoving his pants down to the floor alongside his boxers. “ I think you should be show your jealousy openly to me more. ”

there is no shame with the way how Jaewoo’s cock is already fully erect, his head now swirling and reeling with thoughts of what Inés just revealed to him right now. it is a very bad positive reinforcement, she shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour of his. but he doesn’t take it this way, he is now solid in his belief that he definitely has nothing to be remorseful about. not especially when it means he will get Inés on her knees, lips parting to take the tip of his cock so she can hit the back of her throat with the size of his swollen dick.

as his breathing becomes more laboured, moans unfiltered and the back of his head hitting the wall, the only thoughts flooding his mind now are maybe being jealous isn’t so much of a bad thing.

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