" 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪."
"𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮."
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in which footballer jeon jeongguk despises korea's it-boy, park jimin's guts.
how come when he turns up on his doorstep, begging to hideout in...
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Conditioning at 9am the next day whilst being hungover was not the best idea.
In all honesty, it was the boys' fault that they drunk as much as they did, but no confessions would let them slack off. They sucked it up and continued sprinting around in shorts amidst the prickling winter breeze, practicing the drills set up around the vast field. Today was nothing special, just the same old since it was quite a while until match season; the day consisted of warm-ups, conditioning, drills, and practice matches.
Being located in Seoul was helpful for practice matches- there were so many teams in the vicinity that were readily available to partake in the practice matches, which Jeongguk found extremely helpful. Of course, these could be done with other club members since there were a large number of them. However training with others who had learnt different tactics, formations and methods helped much more than with your own members, who practiced the same as you.
The day flew by, just as it usually did for Jeongguk, who put his all into every single day. He found that not only this helped his skills, but just made the day more bearable as well as he was always occupied. When he'd completed his own drills, he'd go and accompany his teammates, either ask them for help, or help them in areas they were lacking in.
He had grown quite close with his team members, seeing as he didn't attend school anymore- they felt like family for him. The team consisted of Jeongguk, his four best friends: Yoongi, Seokjin, Hoseok and Namjoon, plus six other guys that he wasn't as close to. There was nothing wrong with them, but it was more like the group naturally split into a group of five and six closer friends. Together, they all got along well, but outside of practice, they tended to gravitate towards their own sub-groups. Jeongguk never paid much mind to it, it didn't affect their gameplay, so it wasn't anything that was worth worrying about.
Jeongguk lifted his wrist to his face, his watching flashing '18.00' indicating that it was the end of the session today. Sometimes practice ran over, and sometimes it ran earlier, but today it just on time. The raven-haired took advantage of this, heading back into the changing rooms to jump back into the loungewear he arrived in this morning. He wasn't feeling fully social today, and that might have been something to do with last night's activities...
Laughing to himself, he chucked his duffel bag over his shoulder, sliding into his shoes deftly.
"See you tomorrow!" he called out behind him, where the rest of the group were still shuffling about, getting changed. They all shouted back, and he heard Seokjin say 'get home safe' before he closed the door behind him. The corner of his lip tugged up at that, as he jogged out of the recreational grounds.
As Jeongguk didn't play for the Busan's main team, he didn't get paid nearly as much as those who did. For sportspeople, about 70% of income is due to sponsorships, and publicity- the pay was still good, but the jump from a team like Jeongguk's, to the main leading team, was enormous. He could live without many worries, but luxury wasn't quite on the list yet- not that he minded, he liked living a quiet, content life. His friends livened it up enough, and he felt privileged by the fact that he didn't have to worry about not having food on the table, or clean drinking water.
