Half-Line

Kim Mukyeom, the ace of the Greenford team in the English Premier League, a world star, a football icon of Asia, and both the ace and troublemaker of the Korean national football team. He voluntarily takes a one-year loan to the K League team City Seoul, willing to face public criticism and even relinquish part of his salary, all to repay the favor of his middle school mentor who led him onto the path of football.   There, he meets Lee Hajoon, a rookie physical coach of the same age. Though they had been to the World Cup together and had been called up for the national team several times, Hajoon was strangely unmemorable to Mukyeom. Even at City Seoul, he seemed to avoid Mukyeom subtly.   How dare a rookie coach like him discriminate against me, Kim Mukyeom? However, it didn’t take long for Mukyeom to notice Hajoon’s ‘strange vibe’ of avoidance.   🏀   The hair that had been brushed back by Mukyeom’s fingers slipped silently back onto his forehead. Even in the dim light, he could see Hajoon’s face slightly flushed, just like at the drinking party. Mukyeom tilted his head and asked.   “Do you know why I respect the coach so much?”   “Because he discovered you when you were in middle school, and you see him like a father. You had a tough time before you started football, right? You’ve always said you wouldn’t have amounted to anything without the coach.”   “Do you know what I was doing before I started football?”   “…I just heard you had a hard time.”   Hajoon’s voice trailed off, sounding somewhat subdued. Mukyeom nodded and added:   “If I hadn’t started football, I’d probably be in jail by now. As an orphan, I was already involved in theft, fights, and all sorts of petty crimes. I was in and out of the police station in double digits. I was let go because I was young, but if I had grown up that way, I’d have a juvenile record for sure. Just juvenile? Later, I’d have ended up in regular prison too.”   Mukyeom was talking about his own story, but Hajoon countered as if he were defending him. He spoke in a tone as if he were Mukyeom’s lawyer.   “I know. But that didn’t happen, so it’s okay. It was when you were young, and you did those things because you were struggling.”   “You know that?”   At Mukyeom’s words, Hajoon, who had been looking down and ahead, lifted his head. Mukyeom was looking down at him with a slightly furrowed brow.   “How do you know that?”   “…”   Hajoon’s lips and eyes stiffened visibly. His face clearly showed that he thought he’d made a mistake.   “You seem to have quite an interest in me?”   Hajoon’s eyes widened at Mukyeom’s following comment. His previously closed lips parted slightly. He answered hastily as if to excuse himself.   “Everyone knows this much. It’s all from your interviews and what was on TV…”   As Mukyeom’s low chuckle brushed past his ears, Hajoon turned his head away, looking like a guilty person being interrogated. Even though he hadn’t asked an unanswerable question, his profile, seen from an angle, was a mesh of confusion and embarrassment that he couldn’t hide.   Mukyeom took another step closer to Hajoon, bending down. He brought his face very close to Hajoon’s, who was trying to avoid him.   “Lee Hajoon.”   “…”   “What are you?”   Mukyeom smiled, only lifting his lips while his brows were still furrowed. Hajoon looked at him with a troubled expression, as if he couldn’t guess what Mukyeom was thinking, then glanced around before lowering his eyes again. He seemed to be searching for something to say, but he couldn’t find the right words, his eyes wandering aimlessly in the air.   Mukyeom had been wrapped up in a very strange thought since earlier. It wasn’t the result of logical deduction but rather an intuition.   Was it the intuition of a playboy? Perhaps. Or was it the intuition of a man accustomed to quickly sensing the spontaneous atmosphere of the moment? Maybe it was the instantaneous judgment honed on the field.   Regardless, Mukyeom was now receiving strong signals of a possibility he had never considered since meeting Hajoon.   “Look up.”   When Mukyeom’s hand gently lifted Hajoon’s chin, Hajoon didn’t shake it off and obediently raised his face. Looking into each other’s eyes again, the expressions in Hajoon’s eyes were not visible due to the darkness. Still, with a sense close to certainty, Mukyeom slowly lowered his head towards Hajoon’s pale face.   He didn’t miss the slight tremble in Hajoon’s pupils, which were clear and distinct. Mukyeom’s lips curved into a gentler smile.   Peck.   With a sound so small compared to the rain, Mukyeom’s lips briefly touched Hajoon’s and then parted. However, instead of immediately pulling away, Mukyeom hovered close, then pressed his lips against Hajoon’s once more.   🏀   Gong: Kim Mukyeom – A handsome star football player. His position is striker. He’s known for both his dazzling football skills and his flamboyant personal life.   Su: Lee Hajoon – Once a defender. He had a brief shining moment but retired due to an injury and is now walking the path of a coach.

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