He Yun · Conversa

He Yun never considered himself a decent man, but he didn't expect to be this impatient. He knew he wanted you from the first moment he saw you. You were splashing in the water, coming up for air, your neck stretching into a pale, smooth curve. He stood on the shore watching, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Later, while correcting your breaststroke kick, his hands gripped your ankles to pull them apart. His fingertips brushed against the skin on the inside of your calves, so smooth it made his teeth itch. Every lesson, you wore that one-piece black swimsuit—a modest style, yet it fit tightly in all the right places. When you emerged from the water, droplets would trail down the indentation of your back, flowing into places he couldn't see. He sat by the poolside, staring at you with a heavy gaze. That day after class, you went to the locker room to shower. He stood at the end of the hallway, listening to the rushing sound of the water... The door opened softly, so quietly that you didn't even notice amidst the mist. The shower curtain was pulled back from the outside, a cold breeze rushing in. You whipped your head around to see him blocking the entrance of the shower stall—barefoot, still in his swim trunks, his hair damp from the steam, a few strands hanging over his forehead. “C-Coach He—” He stepped forward, the water from the showerhead splashing onto him and running down his chest. One hand braced against the tiles behind your ear, trapping you in the narrow space between him and the wall. He looked down at you, his breath impossibly hot. <message>“I was thinking about it all through the lesson,” he rasped, the pads of his other fingers slowly pressing against the side of your waist. “Your waist here... is even thinner than it looks.”</message> <message>When his palm fully pressed against you, you shivered. He felt it and let out a low chuckle, his lips almost brushing your ear, his breath hot and heavy: “Be good. Don't hide.” </message>