Chapter 250: Chapter 251: Back Inside the Bubble
The week passed faster than anyone expected.
Barcelona blurred into a rhythm of matches, recovery sessions, press obligations, and stolen quiet monts. For Yura, it ended gently. On the morning of her departure, the city was soft and blue, the diterranean calm beneath the balcony. She stood there for a long ti with Joon??ho’s arms around her from behind, one of his hands resting over her belly, both of them silent.
"I’ll be back before she’s due," he said again, as if repetition could stitch certainty into the air.
Yura smiled, leaning into him. "I know. Don’t rush your team for . I’ll be waiting."
Min??kyung hovered nearby, sunglasses already on, passport tucked under her arm. She’d insisted on accompanying Yura back to Korea—no argunts, no compromises. A private jet waited, quiet and discreet, the kind that turned long distances into brief intermissions.
At the terminal, Yura hugged Joon??ho longer than she ant to. She kissed his cheek, then his lips, soft and lingering. "Behave," she teased.
He laughed quietly. "You’re the one leaving
alone with monsters."
Min??kyung snorted. "He’ll survive. Probably."
The jet disappeared into the sky with a low, graceful roar. Joon??ho stood watching until it was nothing more than a streak of white against the horizon. Only then did he turn back toward the Olympic village, the familiar weight settling into his shoulders again.
Back inside the bubble, life snapped into focus.
Training intensified. The next match lood large—Russia, the tournant favorite, waiting at the end of the round robin with a semi??final berth on the line. Every drill was sharper. Every mistake was called out. Sweat soaked through jerseys faster, voices were louder, tempers shorter.
Ji??hye felt it in her bones.
She moved differently now—more confident, more grounded. Her spikes hit harder. Her digs were cleaner. Between sets, she caught Joon??ho watching her from the sideline, expression unreadable, eyes steady. It anchored her.
After training, she jogged over, towel around her neck. "Unnie already back?"
"Just landed," he said. "Min??kyung went with her. Private flight."
Ji??hye exhaled, relieved. "Good. Coach Min would murder
if anything happened to her."
He smiled faintly. "Coach Min already wants to murder you for other reasons."
Ji??hye groaned. "Worth it."
As they walked toward the dical wing, the feeling returned—the subtle pressure at the edge of awareness. Joon??ho didn’t look back this ti. He didn’t need to.
The sa staffers lingered near the corridor intersection. Different badges today. Sa eyes. One pretended to check a tablet, the other leaned against the wall, too still.
Ji??hye noticed. "They’re back."
"Yeah," he said quietly. "Ignore them."
She frowned. "They’re not even subtle anymore."
"I know."
Inside the dical room, the air was cool and clean, lights low and calming. Ji??hye dropped her bag, already peeling off her warm??ups with practiced ease. There was no self??consciousness here—only routine and trust.
She lay face down on the massage bed, completely naked, a towel draped loosely over her lower back. Her skin was flushed from training, muscles still twitching with leftover adrenaline.
Joon??ho ward oil between his palms.
The first touch made her sigh.
Not loud. Just a breath slipping out of her chest as his hands settled on her shoulders, firm and knowing. He worked slowly, thumbs pressing into tight bands of muscle, easing tension layer by layer.
Her body responded imdiately.
Her shoulders sank. Her spine softened. Her hips shifted without her realizing it, thighs relaxing outward. Heat pooled low in her belly, familiar and unwelco and utterly impossible to stop.
She let out another sound—longer this ti, softer.
"Relax," he murmured, voice neutral, professional.
"I am," she said, already half??gone.
His hands moved down her back, strong strokes along her spine, each pass coaxing out the tension knotted deep in her muscles. He paused at her waist, his thumbs digging in with slow, expert pressure, and Ji-hye felt her body start to lt beneath him—bones softening, thoughts blurring. He kneaded along the ridges above her hips, the heel of his palm sweeping lower, gliding over the delicate flare where her back curved into her ass.
Her breath stuttered, the rhythm faltering. She tried to steady it, but every movent sent little sparks zipping through her nerves—an electric awareness pooling low in her belly. As his hands shifted, she felt her chest flatten more firmly against the sheet, the soft fabric dragging across her bare nipples. They tightened instantly, so sensitive that every tiny shift made them throb and ache, the roughness of the linen teasing them into harder peaks.
Heat built in her core, a slow, embarrassing rush of slickness gathering between her thighs. Ji-hye squeezed her legs together, as if that could sohow stop it, but it only made her more aware of how wet she was—how easily her body responded to his touch, how badly she wanted more. Sha and need tangled together until her cheeks burned, even as she tried to bite back any sound.
Then his fingers found a stubborn knot just above her tailbone—hard, aching, tight from too many jumps and serves. He pressed in, thumbs circling, and the pain dissolved into pleasure so sharp it stole her breath. Ji-hye bit her lip, desperate to stay silent, but a faint, shivery moan slipped free, muffled into the pillow. She felt her whole body shudder, hips twitching against the table, every nerve raw and exposed.
Across the room, Captain So??young watched from her chair, arms crossed, brows raised.
"...Is she always like that?" she asked, half amused, half impressed.
Ji??hye made a mortified noise into the towel.
Joon??ho didn’t even look up. "Her muscles release fast."
"That’s not what I ant," the captain said dryly.
The door opened and Go Ye??rin wandered in, towel over her shoulder, grin already forming as she took in the scene. "Wow. She sounds like she’s in heat."
Ji??hye groaned. "Yerin, please."
Yerin leaned against the counter, eyes sparkling. "I an, I get massages too, but I don’t sound like I’m about to orgasm."
"So??young unnie does," Yerin added cheerfully, glancing at the captain. "Last ti she was louder than the music."
The captain scoffed. "That was one ti."
"Two," Yerin corrected. "And you begged him to keep going."
The room burst into laughter.
Ji??hye lifted her head, cheeks burning. "Can you all stop talking like I’m not naked right now?"
"Too late," Yerin said. "You’re glowing. Also—" she wiggled her eyebrows, "—at least you got properly **ed in Barcelona. That’s probably helping."
Ji??hye dropped her face back into the towel with a helpless laugh. "You’re disgusting."
"And accurate," Yerin shot back.
Joon??ho’s hands never paused. His touch remained steady, grounded, deliberately non??sexual despite the reactions it drew from her body. He shifted to her thighs, kneading deep, thumbs pressing along sensitive lines that made her toes curl.
Her breathing stuttered.
A soft, involuntary sound slipped out of her again, lower this ti.
The captain shook her head, incredulous. "Every ti. I swear. It’s like watching soone lt."
"Talent," Yerin said. "Both of them."
Ji??hye felt the wetness between her legs spread, slick against the sheet. Her body betrayed her completely—open, responsive, honest in a way she couldn’t hide. She clenched her fists, trying to ground herself, but it only made the sensation sharper.
Joon??ho finished with a long, calming stroke down her back, then stepped away. "All right. Sit up slowly."
She did, legs shaky, towel slipping as she wrapped it around herself. Her nipples were still tight, her thighs damp, heat lingering everywhere his hands had been.
She didn’t et his eyes.
"So," Yerin said brightly, clapping her hands, grin sharp and unapologetic. "Who’s next? I want to see if unnie screams louder than Ji??hye."
"Out," the captain snapped, pointing at the door without missing a beat. "All of you. Before I throw sothing."
Groans and laughter erupted at once. Yerin stuck her tongue out, backing toward the exit with exaggerated slowness, while another teammate saluted dramatically. The room buzzed with teasing energy, the kind that ca from shared exhaustion and too much familiarity.
Just as Yerin turned, the captain lunged.
She caught Yerin from behind in one smooth motion, arms wrapping around her waist, hauling her back against her chest. Yerin yelped in surprise, laughter breaking mid??sound.
"Unnie—hey—!"
The captain only laughed, low and mischievous, and squeezed. Her hands slid up deliberately, palms pressing into Yerin’s breasts through her sports bra, giving them a firm, shaless squish.
"Oh—**—!" Yerin gasped, the sound half laugh, half moan, her body jolting despite herself.
"Still talking big?" the captain teased, thumbs shifting just enough to make the pressure unmistakable. "You’re louder than Ji??hye already."
Yerin tried to wriggle free, but it only made it worse. The captain’s fingers pinched lightly, precise and an, right where Yerin was most sensitive.
"Ah—unnie! That’s cheating—!" Yerin moaned, breath hitching, face heating up instantly.
"Language," the captain said dryly, giving one last squeeze before shoving her toward the door. "Go shower before you embarrass yourself more."
The girls burst into laughter again as Yerin stumbled out, still grinning, still flushed, calling back, "You started it! Don’t act innocent!"
The door shut behind them, the noise fading down the corridor, leaving the room warm and charged with leftover energy—teasing, familiarity, and the unspoken understanding that this was just how they were with each other.
Ji??hye stood, towel clutched to her chest, and finally looked at Joon??ho. "Sorry," she muttered. "I didn’t an to—"
He shook his head. "You didn’t do anything wrong."
She searched his face, then nodded, trusting him.
As she dressed and left, the corridor felt colder sohow.
Outside, the staffers were still there.
Watching.
Joon??ho felt it settle in his chest—an unspoken certainty. Whatever ga was being played, it wasn’t about curiosity anymore. It was about pressure. About proximity.
About Min??kyung’s ex.
He straightened his shoulders, slipped his hands into his pockets, and walked on as if nothing in the world could touch him.
The semi??final spot waited.
Russia waited.
And sowhere in the shadows, soone else was waiting too.
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