Felix gave him a look, as if trying to explain the concept of sharing to a petulant, selfish child.
"Look. I'll be happy either way, okay?" Yerik said that with a little sigh as he zoomed in on his phone, focusing on Ethan's figure.
"What do you mean you'll be happy either way? Are you not going to cheer for us at all, you traitor-"
His words were cut off as a buzzer went off, and Ethan finally scored, the law department winning the championship this year.
There was an eruption of cheering from the other side. Meanwhile, there were boos and sighs from around them as the previously excited med students slumped back in their seats, probably shit-talking the law guys in disappointment and bitterness.
"I can see it flying away," Felix said with a blank stare, just sitting there. He was so sad he had to take a sip of Yerik's frappe to give himself a sugar rush.
"See what flying away?"
"My dignity. My happiness. My peace of mind. And my bragging rights," he said in a dramatically distressed voice.
Yerik sighed at his tone. He was already dreading the weeks he'd have to deal with this. "You're being dramatic. Stop making it sound like someone died."
"Excuse me, my hope and will to live did die because my friend couldn't be bothered to think on a higher level-"
"How is them winning my fault-"
His words were cut off as someone suddenly scooped him up in their arms.
While his teammates were cheering and calling him, Ethan had ignored them, heading straight for the stands. He hadn't even bothered to properly go by the door, instead jumping over the barrier to reach the second row where Yerik was sitting. Panting and sweating, he didn't seem to be in the mood to talk as he just picked him up like a prize, heading back toward where his team was celebrating.
Meanwhile, Felix, who watched his friend being carried off like a damn trophy... what sort of weird power move even is this? He could only stare with a dumbfounded expression. "..."
Yerik let out a startled noise, huffing, "Hey! put me down-"
Ethan had a slight smirk on his face and a competitive fire in his eyes, caused by the combination of adrenaline and victory. Now in a very good mood, he had a slight sheen of sweat on his face, which made him look more intense as he tightened his grip around Yerik.
Ethan just shrugged at the other's startled huff. "Nope."
"You... seriously," Yerik sighed fondly, noticing the sweat and ice shavings on him. He took out a handkerchief, gently wiping Ethan's face. "So messy."
Ethan's mood shifted from competitive to affectionate as Yerik wiped the sweat off his face. He couldn't resist pulling him closer to his chest, holding him tight. He gently nuzzled his head against Yerik's shoulder, mumbling softly, "Did you watch me?"
"Mhm."
Ethan hummed contently, continuing to nuzzle against his shoulder. Lifting his head slightly, he gently took Yerik's chin between his fingers, tilting it up to make him look at him. Still sweaty from the game and with the adrenaline rushing through him, he looked at Yerik with an intense expression. "And... what did you think?"
The shorter boy smiled, threading his hand through Ethan's hair. "Well... I think you played well."
Ethan smiled at the way his boyfriend threaded his slender fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of it. He let out a small hum, holding Yerik gently as he pulled his head back down, burying his face against his neck, mumbling into it. "I played great. We won, after all."
Yerik chuckled, shaking his head. Ethan was practically fishing for praise. Still, he couldn't help but tease him a little. "Well, technically, you won. I, by extension with my department's team, lost-" His words were cut off as Ethan pressed a kiss to his mouth.
Ethan pulled back slightly just so he could talk, still resting his mouth against Yerik's. "Stop talking. I won, and you're mine, so you won too. Period. Don't be too 'technical'."
Yerik just huffs, rolling his eyes fondly at the other's behavior. Ethan, feeling very happy and pleased with himself, pulled Yerik's chin up again, gently forcing him to look at him. There was a hint of gentle possessiveness in his expression. "Say it. Say you're mine," he commanded in a sweet yet insistent tone, gently stroking the side of Yerik's face.
Yerik rolled his eyes fondly. He was clearly used to Ethan's possessiveness after dating him for so many years. Despite the eye roll, he enjoyed Ethan's victory high; it was always fun for him. Besides, it wasn't every day you got picked up like a trophy by your boyfriend, that too, in front of hundreds of other people. A small smile appeared on his face as he was held tight. "Seriously, you. Fine. I'm yours. Happy?"
Ethan's smirk turned into a smug smile at those words. It may have been a little ridiculous, but he felt immense satisfaction hearing Yerik declare he was his and his alone. Nodding firmly, Ethan pulled Yerik closer again, burying his face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling it. "Very. Extremely happy. Very very happy," he said, his words muffled as he spoke against his neck.
Their display went unnoticed by no one. Some cheered, while others yelled, "Get a room!" and "Showing off in front of us single people? You'll get bad karma, bastards!"
Ethan ignored the calls from his teammates and the people around them, focusing entirely on wrapping his arms around Yerik and holding him as close as possible. With adrenaline still coursing through him, he clung to his beloved tightly, burying his face in the crook of Yerik's neck.
"You're mine, you know that? Don't ever forget that," Ethan whispered, his words coming out in a low, possessive growl against Yerik's neck. His hands tightened around Yerik's waist, slipping beneath his sweater. He could care less about the yells or his teammates calling for pictures. He started walking toward the lockers, because the plans he had for Yerik were certainly not something to be done in public. He was headed straight for the shower rooms.
Yerik realized Ethan's intentions and made him stop. He blinked. "Where are we going? Don't you have to take pictures with your team? And the trophy?"
"Pictures can wait. And besides—who said I'm not taking my trophy? My most precious prize is already in my hands."
AN you can tell I was listening to alchemy while
writing this. Where's the trophy, he just comes running over to me~