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"Two-point gap, man. Anything can happen," Hoseok croaks out between heavy breathing. He wipes the sweat off his brows with his wrist bands, then looks over his shoulder briefly to check on the opposing team. "I mean, our defenses are pretty darn good but what if, Gi, what if? What if they catch up and end up taking the victory away from us?"
Yoongi takes a deep, shaky breath. On a normal day, he'd just roll his eyes and laugh at Hoseok as he says, Dude, it's just a game. And isn't the point of playing having fun? So stop being so fucking concerned with points and just enjoy. But they're representing their country in the Olympics and they're carrying the hopes of millions of people on their shoulders. They're twenty seconds away from inching closer to their dream of bringing home the Olympic gold. They're not just kids playing on the streets anymore – they're professional players who have trained day and night for years just to get where they are right now. They're expected to win. So Yoongi swallows whatever laughter is still left on his lips and turns to Hoseok with lips pressed thinly together and a tremble to his voice.
"We'll just have to pull off the unimaginable again," Yoongi says, then holds up a fist in Hoseok's direction. Hoseok tilts his head in question like he hasn't seen this in a while, the light shake in Yoongi's limbs, and maybe it's true. The last time they had the chance to play on a court as big as this was years ago, much younger and filled with more hope than little kernels of fatigue and broken dreams that clogged their systems now. And the last time they came this close to winning the trophy, they had to thin a twenty-point lead into dry, heavy laughter. "And kick their ass so badly, they won't know what hit them. What d'you say, partner?"
Hoseok stills for a moment, then snorts. With a deep breath, he bumps his fist against Yoongi's own. The touch is electric, enough to pull up at the corners of Yoongi's mouth. And it's enough to mirror the smile on Yoongi's lips on Hoseok's own, two bodies colliding once again, melding into one.
Hoseok grins.
"It's showtime."