The water around me makes me feel like I am levitating. It fills my ears with an comforting sound of nothing and at the same time undefineable magic. My arms stroke out of muscle memory and when I am an meter away from the end of the length, my body turns and rolls without me thinking a lot. In a simple, swift movement, my legs graze over the wall and press against it strongly, so that I push myself back in the other direction. I feel nothing and overwhelmingly much. My hand taps on the wall and when I push myself out of the water, the crowds cheering and my team mates excitement told me who won the relay of this weekend's competition. Satisfaction finds it's way into my organism and for a short time I allow myself a smile, before going back into my professional posture. It wasn't my sport which made me who I am. It was my father and secretly I hated it.

I feel a pair of cold hands wrap around my waist from behind and someone chuckles into my neck.

"Get of me, Sanha.", I grumble, but another smile wants to see the daylight. I of course gulped it down. My eyes wander to a guy who stepped infront of me.

"Sorry to break this to you, bestie, but coach wants to see us after we changed.", Dawon leaned down grinning.

My two closest friends, I would follow them anywhere. If they ask me to jump off a bridge, I would jump off a bridge. But my inner smile fell as Dawon mentioned the coach. I do not like that man, but I need him. And if I think about it, there was nothing bad about today's competition he could point out. Seoul's biggest swimming competition to be exact.

While we change for the awarding, Dawon and Sanha talked non-stop, excited for their win, while I stand on their side, quietly and wishing for his air pods to have battery (they have not). I slip my short trainings pant on and a black tank, rubbing over my hair real quck. We still have fifteen minutes left, I could get nuts from the canteen real quick... I search for a few coins in my bag and started my little hike through the crowd in direction to the canteen.

"Hwang!"

I stood still, as my name gets shouted over the mass of people. Many eyes fell on me. I would probably be embarassed if I would not seek for attention that much. That probably sounded more arrogant that it should, but I honestly love eyes on me, as long as it isn't because of something negative. But then again, that was Leo shouting, so it could be something bad. That guy hates me and this beautiful feelings are most definitely reciprocated. I sigh slightly before turning around slightly.

"Kim.", I answer dryly.

"Coach's looking for you."

Oh, yes, nearly forgot that. I walked past my fellow swimmer, hitting his shoulder and leaving without a word, back to the cabins. Leo scoffs behind me, but I choose to ignore it.

As I entered the cabin it was empty, except for my relay team, which consisted of me, Dawon, Sanha and Mingi, all very hyped boys and the coach.

"Ah, Hwang, very well. So, I wanted to talk to you boys. As you know we already came very far for being invited to Seoul's highest competition and you guys won it..."

I nod as an answer, not feeling motivated enough to say anything.

"There is a competition in Australia, and the host wants you guys to participate in it."

Now my interest is sparked. Not only that. When my team mates started to scream out of excitement, I screamed with them. I jumped with them and I was honestly happy with them. So I said yes, as the rush hitted me hard and the guys asked me to party with them. I do not normally go to partys. And I kind of regretted going to this one, because looking at all this drunk boys and their girls kind of weirds me out. Sure, I had a girlfriend before, but it kind of did not really feel like love and also, did not work longer than three months. After that I never tried a relationship again, always concentrating on my sport and studying, not going on partys or drinking or smoking. These are nit my things. I have to say, I may was a bit too strict and boring, but that's the only reason I am here instead of Leo Kim.

So, me being on that party did not inly surprise me...

"Hyunjin-ah... beautiful to see you here.", a random girl which I don't know sits down next to me on that leather couch, which looks so used, I do not even want to know what happened on it before.

I really tried to ignore her, but she keeps getting closer and closer and would I listen a little more to my own body, I would have realized I am uncomfortable. But the boys worked on my mind and the rest was done by the alcohol (I only had one drink, but I am not used to any alcohol in my system), so I just let her do her thing.

Her thing, which means, not even five minutes later, I had a girl on my lap, pressing her hip against my groan and kissing and moaning like she is filming a porno. I am somewhat second hand embarassed, but I decided to ignore it. Again. As if it isn't the last of a dozen signs already given to me this evening. She puts her tomgue down my throat and I lean back and let her do, but even drank me couldn't completely ignore that I wasn't getting hard, not evem after minutes of making out like drunk teenagers, high on hormones. So, when she wanted to drag me to the toilets, I somehow managed to escape and call a cab back home. This was probably my last party for a while again.

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A/N: I don't even want to imagine how weirded out I will be, when I one day come back proofreading this...