The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

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A/N: So far, I have been updating every first Sunday of each month this year (it was my new year's resolution lol) ;-; I am working hard, please give this author some head pats T^T

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Yu Yan was panting but still had a playful grin on his life. With a mischievous sly tone, he played with Gazef's name and changed the pronunciation, "Ah Ze~"

Gazef had previously introduced himself as Azef. Although Yu Yan was unsure whether the other person was one of the main characters of this world, he was already more than half sure; just lacking proof.

Slightly baffled by the sudden endearment uttered by an intimate tone, Gazef lagged behind Yu Yan by a couple feet but managed to take back the lost distance.

Before Gazef could ask Yu Yan about it, Yu Yan had already spoken up again, "You look so good when you're all focused like that la~"

With a well-practiced unfazed expression but galloping heartbeat, Gazef responded, "Not calling me your 'little lion' anymore?" 

Yu Yan's expression twitched only for a second before pretending to think and repeating Gazef's words, but not without emphasizing the first word, "Your little lion, you say."

"Keep running, Ah Yan." As if ignoring the meaningful look Yu Yan gave him, Gazef urged. The flush on his face was easily masked by the effort of running.

"A—Ah Yan?" Yu Yan laughed breathlessly at having a nickname thrown back at him but did not comment, only raising an eyebrow at the endearment. "Seriously, with that steady breathing, strong strides... It's quite attractive, don't you think?" 

Yu Yan continued to flirt with an ulterior motive.

Gazef, having realizing something, glanced at him, "Are you trying to distract me?"

"Me? Never~ But if you happen to slow down because I'm making your chest ache and your heart race, well... not my fault." Yu Yan mocked innocence.

Gazef squinted, "Likewise, I would say. But it seems that you're the one out of breath, not me." If you flirt this way one more time, I will make sure you're out of breath but not from running.

Oblivious to Gazef's inner dialogue, Yu Yan replied, "That's just because I'm captivated by your remarkable presence—so strong, so—"

"You talk too much", Gazef said before surging in speed and overtaking Yu Yan, trying to hide his  flustered state and burning cheeks by running in front.

Eyes widening, Yu Yan uttered, "No! Wait, wait no—!"

At the last step, at the last moment, the foot that reached the white line first was none other than Gazef.

A beat of silence followed. Then, a mix of cheers and groans erupted across the field—some celebrating Gazef's victory, others lamenting lost bets. Yu Yan clicked his tongue but couldn't suppress the smirk tugging at his lips. It was close, but he'd make sure to win next time. 

Yu Yan didn't realize that the thought of many other 'next times' was what made him smile, more than the thought of having won those forthcoming contests.

Whistle—

"Enough staring! Get to cooldown stretches—unless you want to cramp up and humiliate yourselves even more." Instructor Viktor, looking unimpressed as always, let out another pair of sharp whistles in series.

The order of having to stand up and continue walking after having done enervating training was never a welcomed one and was probably one of the top worst feelings in the world. With reluctant groans, the cadets obeyed, shaking out sore limbs and gulping down water.