𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 [ TRANSLATION ]

𝐈𝐈 _ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

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12 03 14

— are you damn crazy?!

Those were the first words he heard him say and, despite being soaked in anger, he found himself smiling. The tallest stood up, snorting loudly and walking away shortly after requesting a break from the coach on duty for that morning workout. As he got up in turn, he watched his back move further and further away, perceiving some pain at chest height. Looking around, the disconcerted expressions of those present made him not a little uncomfortable, which is why, bowing, he took leave to look for the raven. He knew his habits well, so he knew he had gone to drink on taps not far from the football field. When he got there, he found him bent down and without his shirt to cool his physique that was caressing himself with his wet hands. Having then realized that he was no longer alone, he picked up the shirt from the wall of the tap, closing the jet and turning to cross their eyes. All of this is just a dream, why am I so anxious? He thought, backing up, when he saw him approach him with an intimidating attitude; he didn't really believe he would beat him, but in that situation he felt extremely small because, since he could remember it, Choi Soobin had always been taller than him. He stood silent for a few moments, before starting to walk again to get over it. He then heard yet another puff from him.

— don't you intend to clean yourself? — he asked him, leaving him a little surprised; he turned to him who in the meantime had put the training shirt back on and that with a finger pointed to his nose, to remind him of the blow he took.
— o-oh, yes.

In silence, they reached the school infirmary, as, to his surprise, the other in falling to the ground had also injured his arm, causing a slight scaling at the height of his elbow. Once there, the nurse gave them what they needed to treat those small injuries, warning that they had to be absent for a few minutes immediately afterwards. Sitting on stools, next to each other, he hest from giggling at the many difficulties he was experiencing in applying a patch, so, grabbing it in his hands, under his confused eyes, he attached it to his skin carefully, blowing on it to wish him a quick recovery. Impressed by his own action, he visibly blushed, feeling, at that moment, as if he had really returned to being a simple high school boy. He looked at the time that marked half past nine in the morning, sighing from fatigue. He then began to clean himself of the red spots on his face, using the camera of his cell phone so as not to lose any points. He felt observed all the time and, in response, his cheeks were dyed with a soft red that he hid under his own swaggering doing. Turning around and taking his gaze in the act, he approached him, standing up and placing a palm resting on the desk in front of them. He bowed his torso to look at him from a close distance, noticing the way he swallowed in response to his actions.

— i imagined you different.
— what do you mean? — he raised an eyebrow at his words that left him not a little surprised.
— i'm surprised. — his eyes looked a little above his pocket, reading from the nameplate above it — choi yeonjun.
A hand of his rested on his side, applying a slight force on it to move it and from making him move away as much as it was enough for him to get up.
— y-yah! — he stammered, the moment he saw him walk away to the infirmary door. In following him and even before the other could even rest his hand on the handle, he stumbled on his own feet, falling along his direction and lying at the end of the floor, in pain. When he opened his eyelids, closed in fright, he noticed that there was something in his hands; probably for trying to hold on to them to avoid further injury. It didn't take him long to realize that, what he was holding in his hands at that moment, others was only the raven's football shorts who, at that moment, as if paralyzed, looked at a specific point in front of him. Stretching his head over his legs and looking up, Choi Beomgyu's bewildered expression welcomed him, pulling him off the floor and making him let go.