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It was down to the last thirty seconds of the game, and Min Yoongi was pushing himself down the court, dribbling the ball close to him. He dodged people from the rival team, passing the ball to his open teammates, then they pass it back. He planned on making a three-pointer to win the game.
The crowd in the stands were loud, most cheering for Yoongi, some cheering for the rival team. Chants from the cheer squad can barely be heard but are supposed to act as good luck charms, although Yoongi had his own charm. The time was cutting close and Yoongi faked a right to pass a tall player and shoot the ball. It made it in just as the buzzer went off, and three points were added to the home team’s final score. Cheers erupted louder than before as Yoongi smiles, proud of himself for shooting the winning shot.
Before he knows it, his teammates are lifting him into the air on their shoulders. They’re chanting his name and giving him friendly slaps on the butt and back. They finally let him down in the middle of the court, surrounding him and hugging each other.
“We’re going to CIF this year! I can’t believe it!” His teammate, Chanyeol, shouts excitedly. Yoongi also couldn’t believe it. They hadn’t been to CIF since his sophomore year of high school. So, going to CIF as a senior is amazing, considering it will be easier to get scouted by athletic alumni.
“Captain, party at my place!” Another teammate, Dowoon, shouted at Yoongi. The crowd continue celebrating for a bit as their coach congratulated them, also.
Yoongi was starting to wonder where a certain someone was until he heard a series of ‘ooooh’s and turned around. Walking through the crowd, which parted like the red sea, was none other Park Jimin, captain of the cheer squad and Yoongi’s high school sweetheart. Adorned in his cheer uniform and Yoongi’s large varsity jacket, he was smiling at Yoongi. The elder smiled wide at the younger, and once he was within arms reach he pulled him into a hug. Jimin was a little shorter than Yoongi, to the point to where Yoongi can rest his chin perfectly on his head. Which is what he was doing now with Jimin’s arms wrapped around his torso.
“Hey, playmaker.” Jimin mumbled against his neck. Yoongi smiled at the silly nickname.
“Hey, captain.”
“CIF, huh?”
“Amazing, right?”
Jimin nods. “You’ll do great. I’ll be there.”
“You can’t not be there. You’re my good luck charm. I forbid you from ditching me.”
Jimin chuckled as he pulled back and looked up at his boyfriend. Yoongi smiled down at him and leaned closer. Jimin reached up to meet him the rest of the way there, connecting their lips together. The kiss was sweet and loving, no rush or tongue involved. For a moment, it was just those two on the court, lost in their own world of each other. That is until the basketball team and the cheer squad started shouting gleefully and whistling. The two pulled apart to each glare at their team. The athletes just laughed, claiming, “They even glare together, that’s so cute.”
Yoongi and Jimin both sighed and shook their heads. The two teams began to head to the locker rooms to change out of their uniforms, and to leave the couple alone. Once the gym was empty, save for the janitor, the couple were back into each other’s arms.
“Party at Dowoon’s later. Wanna go?” Yoongi asked as he rubbed Jimin’s back gently.
Jimin hummed. “I don’t see why not.”
“Okay. We can leave the party whenever you want, though.”
Jimin doesn’t really go to parties anymore. Ever since he became a cheerleader at this school, he’s been invited to parties left and right. He went to so many his freshman year, and is now partied out. He only goes to about two parties a year, even if that. It’s not that he didn’t like the party scene, or anything, he just didn’t care for them.
He appreciated and loved Yoongi for supporting his decisions. The elder himself was a party guy all throughout his sophomore year, but once he and Jimin got together he didn’t go to one unless Jimin was there with him. Jimin had told him countless times that he is allowed to go to parties without Jimin, but Yoongi refuses, claiming they’re boring without the younger. So overall, it was always a surprise seeing the couple at a party (People act like the paparazzi when these two show up, and Jimin low-key lives for it, but don’t tell his boyfriend that).
“Okay, I’m gonna go change now. My spandex keeps giving me wedgies.” Jimin giggles, reaching behind to fix said shorts. Yoongi smiles fondly and shakes his head.
“Alright, cutie. Need a ride home?” Yoongi asks him, breaking the hug to grab his hand and head for the locker rooms.
Jimin shakes his head. “Jeongyeon gave me a ride. You’ll pick me up later, though.”
“Will I?”
“You will.”
“Maybe.”
“See you at ten-thirty, babe.”
“Sure.”
Jimin walked off with one last smile. Just before he went into the locker room with the other girls, Yoongi said one last thing.
“Your skirt is too short.”
Jimin only laughed at his boyfriend as he went inside to change.