Chapter Text
i.
“Dude, you know Jun’s a threat right?” BamBam asked, his voice echoing throughout the locker room.
Mingyu would have liked to think that he never paid Jun any mind. The guy wasn’t worth his time or attention but that was far from the truth. Jun was his biggest rival after all. They barely had a year left to prove who’s the better player to the coach. It wasn’t like he craved the man’s praise. He just wanted to be captain and if he was going to be honest, there was a real risk Jun could steal it from him.
“I know, but what’s he got that I don’t?
“Wonwoo.” Yugyeom snickered, hiding behind his gym locker door as he stuffed things into his backpack.
“Real funny. Why should I care?”
“Cause it’s a prestige thing.” Jinseok said, answering this time. Mingyu always knew his friend was smart.
“Yeah. Having someone like Jeon Wonwoo hanging from your neck is something every guy wants to boast about am I right?” BamBam snorted, reaching to high five his friends.
“Maybe, if I was into dudes.” Yugyeom laughed again, closing his locker shut. “I don’t think Coach cares about who we’re dating. He’s more interested about who’s gonna score us the next win.”
“Obviously.” Mingyu chuckled as he took off his basketball jersey, putting his six-pack abs on full display for his friends to see.
“At least we know Jun is at a disadvantage in the abs department because Kim is fucking ripped.” BamBam smirked.
“What the f-” Yugyeom paused, glaring at Mingyu. “Why does it literally take you nothing to get those abs? I’ve been working out since freshman year and I still got none?”
“Life isn’t fair I guess.” Mingyu grinned, changing into a regular shirt.
Jinseok chuckled, pushing through his friends to get his bag.
“Let’s just hope Mingyu’s ball game is as good as his workout game. I’d kill myself if Jun gets the position. Fuck, I’d even go out with Irene if that meant Kim could be captain.”
“Shut up.” Bambam groaned. “That was just a prank.”
“And you blew it by the way.” Jinseok retorted.
“Only ‘cause you made it obvious.”
“Yeah, right. It wasn’t like it was obvious that you literally chose a psycho to play with. It’s Irene. Did she really think someone would go out with her?”
Mingyu shook his head, internally laughing at his friends’ obnoxiousness. It wasn’t like they were hot shots. The only time they ever went out on dates was because they were pranking someone or competing against one another. The guys wouldn’t know what love was even if it hit them square in the face.
“What?” Bambam scowled. “What’s so funny, Kim?”
“You being idiots that’s what.”
“I’m wounded that you think so low of your friends, Mingyu.” Yugyeom clutched his chest as if he’s offended by Mingyu’s reaction.
“We’re just trying to help, man.” BamBam added.
Mingyu rolled his eyes. “For beginners, I don’t know how my abs or Jeon Wonwoo could possibly secure me the captaincy.”
“The only idiot is you not capitalizing on this opportunity man.” Jinseok said, slapping his shoulder. Jinseok may have been as buff as him but he still couldn’t take the guy seriously with his goofy glasses. He looked like a nerd.
“Stop the fancy talk and tell me what you want me to do.” Mingyu growled, slinging his sports bag around his shoulders.
“Alright look, Wonwoo’s gotta big crush on Jun.”
“Yeah, the whole school knows.”
“Okay okay. Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna get Wonwoo to go out with you.”
“What the fuck.” Mingyu’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Why?”
“Jun’s sweet on him.”
“I’m not following this at all.” Bambam said, holding his hands up on instinct as Mingyu shot him a dirty look.
“No one asked you.” he spat, turning back to Jinseok. “Keep going. I have to get home after this.”
“Hold your horses, sheesh.” Jinseok breathed, letting his head fall back. “We- no- You! You can take Wonwoo away from Jun. See? That’s how we can one-up him.”
“How’s that gonna make me captain?”
“It’s called wounding a man’s pride and destroying the enemy’s morale. The kid’s gonna act like a fucking depressed whale if the plan works. Got it?”
He furrowed his brows.
“Look, I know you’re a smartass but could you tone down the fancy words?”
“Yeah, Kim’s right.” Bambam snorted.
“Maybe take off your glasses and we could take you seriously.” Yugyeom added, slapping his knees.
“Fuck out of here. Jinseok’s only fair game for me. Find someone else to pick on.” Mingyu smirked.
“Guys, will you cut it out? I’m trying to help you here Kim.”
“I’m not sure about getting free help. Since when did you ever care about me being captain?”
“Ever since I realized Jun couldn’t do a slam dunk like you.” Jinseok chuckled, giving a light punch to his shoulders.
“Alright alright. Go on.”
“‘Kay.” Jinseok said, swallowing. “So the cherry on top is this. First, Jun’s game is gonna be messed up if we take his crush away from him. Plus, who doesn’t want to steal Wonwoo? I mean- I don’t know if you’ve seen him wearing those tight pants but-”
“I get it.” Mingyu grunted.
“So you’re in?”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna do this my way.” Mingyu smirked, pointing to himself with his thumb. “Might have a little fun with it too.”
ii.
A couple of days after Mingyu turned thirteen, his father called him for an important talk. He had been excited, for that was his first time in his father’s study and that space always screamed manhood for him. Being in the study meant that his father was beginning to entrust responsibility to him as the business's future inheritor.
At least, that was what he hoped back then. Maybe, his father will just give him the birds and the bees lecture his friends had been droning about.
His father sat him down, looked at him straight in the eye and said, “I will impart on you the only thing you need to know in order to succeed, my son.”
“I want to learn, Appa.” Mingyu said, eager.
His father was pleased at his son’s determination. He clapped Mingyu’s shoulders and gave it a tight squeeze.
“Life is a game, Mingyu.” His father said sternly. “You should always win the game but never let the game win you over. Do you understand?”
Young Mingyu nodded his head fervently in reply.
Ever since then, Mingyu worked so hard to be the best in everything he does. He had to make it look like success is just second nature to him. He didn’t settle for anything less because even second-best is not best at all. Failure was not in Mingyu’s vocabulary at all.
Mingyu sighed as he recalled this particular memory. He looked over at his left to find his father gripping the steering wheel tight, focused on the road. It’s one of his free days so he took it to himself to personally drive his kids to school today just like he did when they were younger.
His father’s words would serve as a constant reminder that there was no margin for him to mess things up in all aspects of his life--- this position included. There was no way he could possibly lose this opportunity to Moon Junhui. Even thinking about his name put a bad taste in his mouth. For once, it would be his name that was going to be put on a plaque in the school’s Hall of Fame. That would be his mark on the school. As for Jun’s? His mark would be the dent in the court his head made when he slammed into him.
Of course, that was what he felt like doing. It wasn’t like he’d ever act upon that particular urge.
Not yet.
Mingyu loathed defeat with every shred of his being so he had to avoid it at all costs.
If Jinseok’s idea coupled with Mingyu’s calculations worked, stealing Wonwoo’s affection would surely injure Junhui’s ego. Mingyu could effectively use Wonwoo as leverage against his competitor. It’s not just about physical prowess, this battle was about psychological warfare too.
Mingyu was pulled out of his thoughts when his father rode them up in front of the school gates. “We’re here, kids.” His father said.
“Bye, Appa. Thanks for the ride.” Mingyu mumbled as he unbuckled himself from his seat. Minseo, his sister, leaned forward from the backseat to kiss their father on the cheeks goodbye.
“Do your best in school.”, was the last thing Mingyu heard his father say before he hopped out of the car and slammed the door shut.
Mingyu checked the time on his watch and frowned knowing that he arrived thirty minutes too early before the rest of his friends actually showed up. His father still believed that his and his sister’s class schedules are still the same as they were in primary school.
Left with nothing to do, Mingyu decided to pass the time in the basketball team’s locker rooms. As he sauntered along the empty hallways, he stumbled across Jeon Wonwoo sitting on the floor with his back on the wall outside the library, hunched over what seemed to be a thick hardcover book with huge tacky headphones on his head.
Mingyu wondered why Wonwoo would be here this early. Then again, he realized that he doesn’t know much about Wonwoo except for the things he’d been trying to dig up the past few days.
Jeon Wonwoo is a senior. He’s part of the student government and campus newspaper. He’s one of the school’s excelling students. He’s friends with dance club president Kwon Soonyoung a.k.a. Hoshi. If it weren’t for the public knowledge that he has eyes for Jun, people would start to believe he’s a cyborg because he’s inept at showing feelings. He’s also dubbed as the school’s ‘Elsa’ because he’s cold hearted and brash when it comes to turning down any sort of advances.
Mingyu snorted to himself at the last fact. They just don’t know how to woo someone properly. He’d show them that he could make Wonwoo fall for his irresistible charms. He was Kim-fucking-Mingyu. He was going to be captain. It was rightfully his. He would pull this off and succeed. He’d play Wonwoo like a fiddle just because he could.
After all, nothing could possibly go wrong at this rate, right?
He stopped in front of the shorter boy, waiting until he lifted his head up. Apparently, Wonwoo didn’t seem to notice him. Either that, or the little fox was ignoring him.
Mingyu made sure to step extra loudly in front of him so that his shoes appeared in the other’s line of sight. Finally, Wonwoo noticed him, picking his head up and tugging at his left headphone.
“Can I help you?”
“I don’t know, can you?” Mingyu grinned, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“I’m the head of the student body, you know, so I’ll put it out there just as a warning. If you want to voice out a complaint or something, I’ll take it. However, if you’re here only to annoy me then let me tell you, I can do more bad than good.”
“Woah, you seriously need to chill.” Mingyu said defensively. “I know who you are. I just wanted to see what the student body president was up to. Whatcha readin’ there?”
“Oh, it’s nothing really.” Wonwoo smiled, touching his lip with his index finger as he tore away from Mingyu’s gaze.
“It’s a book about this guy who was really arrogant and cocky. Real piece of work actually; quite annoying too.” Wonwoo said nonchalantly.
“Sounds like someone I really know.” Mingyu snorted. “Familiar with Moon Junhui?”
“It could be anyone in this school, even you.” Wonwoo smiled as he got up to level his gaze with Mingyu. “That’s why I’m president. It’s my job to keep people like you in line.”
“You better get to class Kim Mingyu before you get in serious trouble.” Wonwoo laughed mockingly, sidestepping to get away from Mingyu.
Honestly, Mingyu was a little surprised that Wonwoo knew his name. Well, he’s quite popular but Wonwoo seemed like the type of guy who didn’t particularly care about these kinds of things in high school.
“Oh really? Well-” Mingyu grunted, sticking his arm out to block the shorter boy’s escape. “You better think twice speaking to me like that, Jeon Wonwoo. You’re not the hall monitor and you’re not the boss of me either.”
“I don’t need to be a hall monitor, Kim. Student body president, remember?” Wonwoo smirked at Mingyu. “I can give you detention whenever I want to.”
Mingyu just huffed, a little defeated.
“I don’t care about getting detention at all. I’ve been through it hundreds of times. It’s not like it’ll make a difference, if we’re being honest.” Mingyu crossed his arms smugly.
“I admire your confidence Kim, but let me remind you there’s a limit to these things. Once you reach it, you’d get suspended and I don’t think you’d want to kiss your basketball career goodbye. It’s a barbaric sport anyways, it’s just as bad as football---”
“How sure are you I’d get suspended? Huh?” Mingyu cocked his eyebrow at Wonwoo.
“Unlike you Kim with basketball hoops for brains, I read the student handbook.”
“So that’s why no one’s asked you out yet?” Mingyu snickered. “You’re one hell of a nerd.”
Mingyu did not miss the way Wonwoo’s face fell when he mentioned the ‘getting asked out’ part.
“They’re just afraid.” Wonwoo said defensively.
Wasn’t Jun interested in Wonwoo as well? What’s keeping him from coming forward and pursuing Jeon Wonwoo? Mingyu thought that it would be a huge waste on Jun’s part to treat someone like Wonwoo like this.
Mingyu smirked, tilting his head lower to get closer to Wonwoo. “Well, I’m not like them.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Wonwoo furrowed his brows in confusion. He shoved Mingyu backward. “Get your face out of mine, dickhead.”
“Someone’s feisty. C’mon, I’m just playing with ya.”
“Don’t you have an entire cheerleading squad to kiss your ass?” Wonwoo gritted out. “Remember Kim, I have the power to give you worse punishments than detention. How does washing windows and mopping floors sound?”
“If you’re there, I wouldn’t mind.” Mingyu grinned sheepishly.
“You’re really not helping yourself.”
“Maybe I just want to get in trouble so that I’d see you in detention. Ever thought about that?”
“No, I have more important things to think about.” Wonwoo sighed, stepping under his arm and walking away.
“Hey! Wait!” Mingyu called out. “You can’t just leave. I’m not finished with you yet.”
“I am.”
“You’re really something, Jeon Wonwoo. Makes me wanna chase after you more.”
Even if the sole reason Mingyu walked up to Wonwoo was because he needed the older boy for leverage against his rival, he couldn’t deny the fact that Wonwoo was indeed, beautiful. Wonwoo’s eyes were dark and alluring. The same powerful aura Wonwoo’s eyes held also held the power to dismiss Mingyu as if he was a piece of furniture he didn’t care much to spare a glance at.
It sparked an interest in Mingyu to chase Wonwoo even more. There was something about Wonwoo, though. It was more than making Jun’s eyes bleed. Wonwoo was just…
“Here, have my number, then.” Wonwoo spun around, reaching his pocket for a pen. “I can’t have my conscience eat me knowing you’d willingly get in trouble just to bother me.” He hastily scribbled the digits onto the back of a hall pass and handed it to Mingyu before he stormed off the opposite direction.
All he could do was gape as Wonwoo walked away. The older boy was a clearly a stuck up and power-hungry student body president. Yet despite looking like hall monitor material, he walked like a prison guard, taunting him.
Why the hell did his pants have to be so tight?
Damn.
Mingyu should have known what he was signing up for. Jinseok didn’t tell him Wonwoo had a nice behind.
Anyways, he only felt more motivated to play with Wonwoo. It was fun getting back at him for his snarky attitude. Plus, he could one-up Jun if he scored a date with the black-haired boy.
Even if these were his primary reasons for pursuing Wonwoo, Mingyu was enticed by him. The scary part was that he might even consider dating Wonwoo for real and it bothered him. He had to get this prank done and over with before he got ny amore funny ideas. Not that the thought wasn’t warm and welcoming, it simply couldn’t happen. Wonwoo was a nerd; nothing but a tool for Mingyu’s upcoming success.
He hoped he could keep that mindset but he was getting a feeling Wonwoo would make it hard for him with his pretty smiles and giggles. Especially when Mingyu’s dumb head liked to replay it over and over again.
iii.
In the coming days, Mingyu learned that texting Wonwoo felt like talking to the Great Wall of China. Mingyu tried to ask him about his day or sent silly memes to at least elicit a small reaction. To his dismay, Wonwoo only sent terse one-word replies, a thumbs-up emoji, or he’d forget to reply to Mingyu at all. It was either the older boy was bad at texting or he was flat out ignoring Mingyu.
So Mingyu, since he was not a quitter, decided to pester Wonwoo in other ways. Ever since their first encounter, Mingyu made it a point to arrive earlier than his friends just to catch Wonwoo outside the library during mornings.
“We really need to stop meeting up like this.” Wonwoo said to him one morning as soon as he spotted Mingyu approaching him.
“Like what?” Mingyu echoed, feigning innocence. “Maybe, if you responded to my texts like normal friends do then, we would stop meeting up like this. I don’t like that though, I like seeing you better.” He complained.
“We’re not friends, Kim.”
“Oh, I’m wounded that this relationship is only one-sided.” Mingyu sulked. “Why did you even bother to give me your number then?”
“To let you know that you’re wasting your time bothering me and whatever you’re hiding up your sleeve, it won’t work.” Wonwoo pointed out.
“Excuse me, I’m not wasting my time on you.” Mingyu retorted. “For the record, I am not a morning person but when I met you, there’s a reason for it to be worth it.”
Wonwoo’s face became blank but Mingyu couldn’t help but notice that his cheeks turned beet red. It was so satisfying for Mingyu to know that he had this effect on Wonwoo.
“The offer for detention still stands, you know. I may or may not have readied detention slips with your name on it.” Wonwoo threatened, folding his arms to intimidate Mingyu.
“Ah, I see.” Mingyu chuckled. “Watching you go all Dictator Jeon on me makes it all worthwhile. Kinda turns me on.”
What did I just say?
“Don’t push your luck, Kim.”
Mingyu decided to switch it up a little by bringing a small gift the following day. Wonwoo was once again in the same position as their former encounters, outside the library hunched in another book more massive than his face. Mingyu slid on the floor next to him and waved the bag of bread rolls in front of Wonwoo’s face, the spicy scent of cinnamon permeating the air.
Wonwoo looked up from his book and scrunched his nose in confusion. “What’s that?”
“Cinnamon rolls.” Mingyu grinned.
“I know, smartass.” Wonwoo retorted. “But why are you giving me that?”
Mingyu pouted. “You don’t want it?” He opened the bag, took one out, and popped it in his mouth. “I’ll have it all to myself then.” He said while his mouth was full.
To his surprise, Wonwoo snatched the bag from his hands. “Where are your manners? Don’t talk while your mouth is full.” Wonwoo admonished him.
Mingyu did not mind that Wonwoo reprimanded him like a small child who had been caught doing something bad. In fact, he noted the pleased smile on Wonwoo’s face as he happily ate the cinnamon rolls that Mingyu had to get from that famous cake shop halfway across the town. After all, you could never go wrong with good food to warm your way through a person’s heart.
Wonwoo’s phone chimed, disrupting the comfortable silence between the two of them. A frown formed on Wonwoo’s face as he read the message on his screen.
“I’m really sorry, Mingyu but I have to go.” Wonwoo said as he pocketed back his phone. “I forgot I had to meet Soonyoung early today.”
“It’s no problem at all, Wonwoo.” Mingyu smiled.
The older boy slung his backpack over his shoulder hurriedly and scampered away to the direction of the classrooms. Mingyu sighed as he got up and dusted off his pants because he was hoping to spend a little more time with Wonwoo this morning.
He almost tripped when he was about to leave but luckily, he noticed a book and a couple of manila folders lying on the floor haphazardly. He picked them up and recognized them as Wonwoo’s. He must have left them there since he was in a hurry.
Mingyu thought that Mr. Jung won’t mind him being a little late to literature class this morning so he decided to take the extra flight of stairs where the seniors’ classrooms were.
Wonwoo’s room was located at the end of the hall and Mingyu stood outside one of the glass windows lining the classroom wall. Mingyu found the older boy leaning against the teacher’s table talking to who he recognized as Wonwoo’s friend, Soonyoung.
It wasn’t long before Wonwoo spotted him. Mingyu waved his hand when Wonwoo met his gaze and raised the book for him to see.
“Kim, I don’t think you’re on the right floor.” Mingyu whipped his head to see Jun walking towards him. His rival seemed to have just arrived but he’s already giving Mingyu a condescending stare.
“I just came here to return something.” Mingyu said. “It’s none of your business, Jun.”
“You’re in my classroom. It’s my business.”
Their short banter was interrupted when Wonwoo called out to him, looking quite relieved.
“Mingyu!”
He walked closer to Mingyu and took his belongings from his grasp. “Thank you. I didn’t even notice I didn’t have them with me. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my homework and novel all at once.”
“It’s no problem at all.” Mingyu shrugged his shoulders. “I returned them straight away ‘cause I knew they’re important. You’re lucky you have me now to look after you.”
Wonwoo just rolled his eyes at Mingyu playfully.
“You two know each other?” Mingyu almost forgot that Jun was still standing there, narrowing his eyes at him out of suspicion.
Mingyu was about to answer but Wonwoo beat him to it. “Yeah. W-well, it’s a long story, but you could say that we’re fr--- acquaintances of some sort.”
“Acquaintances.” Jun echoed as if he did not hear Wonwoo say it right. “I didn’t know you would get along with Mingyu’s type of crowd?”
“He’s an alright guy.” Wonwoo said bashfully.
Mingyu found it entertaining to see the complete 360 in Wonwoo’s demeanor. Gone was the confident, authoritative boy who liked to intimidate Mingyu with every chance he got. Wonwoo was a blubbering mess in front of Jun.
Soon enough, this would no longer be the case. Wonwoo would no longer feel like this towards Jun because Mingyu would be the one to make him soft. At least, that’s what he hoped.
Mingyu was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a tap on his shoulder. “You should go, Mingyu. You’re going to be late to class. Thank you so much again.”
“Yeah.” He smiled at Wonwoo. “See you tomorrow.”
“See you.”
Mingyu reached out and patted Wonwoo’s head endearingly which took the older boy a little off guard. Luckily, Wonwoo just gave him a meek wave.
As he walked away, Mingyu could feel Jun’s eyes bore holes through his head and he knew that his plan was beginning to work.
iv.
“Shit!” Mingyu cursed as the ball failed to go through the ring but instead, ended up bouncing from the board. This was his 57th attempt at making a 3-point shot and so far, he was only successful for at least half of it.
The coach had cancelled this week’s practice sessions and specifically instructed everyone to rest in order to prepare themselves for next week’s round of brutal practice. Mingyu, being the opportunist that he was, did not pass up the chance to have the gym all to himself. After all, he needed to improve some of the skills he lacked.
Mingyu might be the team’s power center but Jun’s specialty was his impeccable shooting. He didn’t need another reason for Jun to one-up him. He had to show the coach that he was more than capable of handling the captain’s position more than Moon Junhui. Besides, he couldn’t spend most of his free time pestering Wonwoo. He couldn’t afford to lose the spot just because he couldn’t shoot.
He grabbed the ball and went back to his position for his 58th attempt. He dribbled the ball as he bent his knees slightly. With one swift inhale, he lifted the ball over his head and exhaled as he released it from his grasp. He watched in anticipation as the ball circled the rim but to his dismay, the ring ejected the ball out. Mingyu wanted nothing more than to rip his scalp out.
“Nice shot. You almost did it but word of advice, take it a little easy next time, yeah? You looked like you had your panties in a bunch, Kim.”
Mingyu whipped his head to find none other than his archnemesis, Jun approaching him. The dude didn’t even pass up the opportunity to gloat as he picked up a loose ball rolling on the floor and made a clean three-point shot from the half-court line.
“Asshole.” Mingyu cursed under his breath.
“It’s so amusing to watch you try so hard, Kim.” Jun said mockingly. “And that’s what I like about you. You’re persistent even though we both know Coach would never let you become captain. I assure you. As long as I’m here, I’ll never let you have it.”
“Uh huh.” Mingyu puffed his chest as he stared down Jun. “Bold of you to assume I’d lose. News flash, I always win.”
Jun chuckled. Did he just laugh at Mingyu like the boy was pathetic? The action made Mingyu’s blood boil and he’s ten seconds away from socking Jun right in the face. He counted to three and reminded himself that all of this was just psychological warfare.
“The fuck do you want, Junhui?”
“I came here to warn you, Kim.” Jun said to him with a grim expression on his face.
“Spit it out, Moon.” Mingyu puffed his chest and neared Jun so that they were face to face with each other. “Don’t waste another second of my precious time.”
Jun jabbed his finger on Mingyu’s chest. “Stay away from Wonwoo, Kim. I don’t want your filthy hands anywhere near him.”
Mingyu swatted Jun’s finger away rather too harshly but deep inside he was pleased with Jun’s reaction. He’s not even halfway through his plan to steal Wonwoo but he’s got Jun riled up already. Everything was going according to plan.
“You don’t have the right to dictate me with my choices, Jun. I am free to interact with whoever I want, including Wonwoo. Besides, I find him interesting. Might as well pursue him.”
Jun lunged at him and fisted Mingyu’s collar. “I know who you are, Mingyu. I know what you and your friends do. Wonwoo is not another victim.”
Mingyu shoved Jun away from him and laughed dryly.
“Wonwoo is not your property, either.” Mingyu said in a matter-of-fact tone. He did not miss the way Jun’s face crumpled for a flicker of a second.
“All this time dancing around each other and what? You still haven’t staked your claim on him. You’re weak, kid. It’s up to me to show Wonwoo that he shouldn’t settle for anything less than the best.”
“Isn’t it prestigious to have Wonwoo hang from your neck?” Mingyu added, echoing his friends’ remarks regarding Wonwoo awhile ago. “Everyone wants a taste of Jeon Wonwoo and I want to have him all to myself.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Kim.”
“Watch me make him mine, Junhui.” Mingyu stared his archnemesis down. “Watch me make him mine the same way I’ll become the team’s captain.”
“In your wildest dreams, Kim Mingyu.” Jun sneered at him. “You won’t get your hands near either one of them. I won’t allow it.”
“Challenge accepted.” Mingyu said smugly.
“You will fucking lose.” Jun threatened Mingyu weakly for the last time before he stormed out.
“See you next practice, Jun!” Mingyu called after him in a mocking tone.
Junhui just turned around and flipped him the finger.
Mingyu watched Jun’s angry figure retreat the gym. He couldn’t help but imagine the envy in Jun’s face once the coach awards the captaincy to him. Not only that, but also having Wonwoo hanging from his arms would be a real bonus as well. Mingyu could not wait to shove it in front of that asshole’s face.