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Tired. Exhausted. Soonyoung felt like his soul’s leaving his body to be honest. But he pushed thoughts of his comfortable bed and sleeping until noon at the back of his mind. He really had no choice as of the moment.
Despite arriving at his dorm extremely late after another tiresome dance practice and having almost no sleep the night before, Soonyoung woke up early - against his will mind you - and came to school to watch the basketball team’s game. Again, against his will.
Beady almond eyes turned into icy crescents, the silent seething rage a contrast to his usual warm and carefree gaze. “Why do I have to be here?” Soonyoung said through gritted teeth, glaring at his roommate. The latter was the one who had unceremoniously dragged a half awake Soonyoung out of his pillow fort.
“Why do I have to come with you anyway? You don’t even like basketball,” he added, voice almost whining.
Seungkwan, his always noisy yet sometimes caring roommate, rolled his eyes at Soonyoung’s words. “I didn’t specifically say I don’t like basketball,” he replied a tad defensively. “I just didn’t realise how fascinating it was before!” he sassily reasoned.
Soonyoung felt his left eye twitch in annoyance. He was about to rant off but then felt someone sit beside him. He turned to his side and saw his best friend, Jihoon. Eyebrows shot up in good surprise.
“Jihoon!” Soonyoung exclaimed. “What are you doing here?” he asked, quite confused. As far as he knew, his best friend doesn’t like basketball. He was a soccer fanatic like Soonyoung after all.
The said male huffed, puffing his already filled cheeks. “I need to wait for Jun,” he answered, grumbling. “We have to do our assignment after this stupid game.”
Soonyoung felt his lips tug upwards. Just a bit. Being friends with the other since childhood had given Soonyoung the slight advantage of knowing the meaning of every lilt of his voice to every twitch of his face. Despite the obvious twinge of irritation, Soonyoung could clearly see through Jihoon’s indifferent facade.
The crowd then started cheering excitedly, catching the attention of Soonyoung. He turned to the court and saw Kim Mingyu, a junior, running a fast break through the enemy's’ defenses and making a swift pass towards his teammate on their side of the court. Said teammate then effortlessly caught the ball mid-air and had dunked the ball in the ring, earning loud cheers and screams from their side of the court.
It was the perfect tie-breaker before the first half of the game ended. And it was all thanks to that infuriating chunk of muscle.
Soonyoung followed the player with a jersey number 08 on their back. His teammates had come up to him and gave him pats on the back for his and Mingyu’s quick play, congratulating him and all that. The dumb chunk clearly basked in the victory as they headed back into the dugout for a short halftime break; that goofy, pathetic, and annoying lopsided grin stretching along his lips.
He always had that smile on his face - whenever or wherever - as if it had become a permanent feature. Lopsided grins should be illegal. Especially on that stupid person’s face.
Scoffing disdainfully, Soonyoung crossed his arms over his chest and sat back on the benches, gaze still on the jersey number 08.
‘'Choi freaking Cheol!’ he thought, his face scrunching up in disgust.
He really was an infuriating chunk of a muscle.