LUNCHBOX FRIENDS | changlix

.09

coach suh marched down the field in front of them with a ball tucked under his arm. he looked not unlike a military colonel.

the whistle hanging from the chain around his neck kept bouncing in between his pecs, which were shockingly outlined through the cotton of the shirt. if felix hadn't been already out of the closet, coach suh would be, for sure, his sexual awakening.

he squinted at each of the boys lining up on the field, stepping on the overgrown artificial-green grass. some of them visibly gulped, or fixed their gym clothes when confronted with his searing gaze.

when felix had signed up for the trials, he hadn't expected to be this nerve-wracking. he felt like he was on death row. what would be his last meal? chicken, brownies... oh! chocolate milkshake...

"whatchu' looking at, kid?"

felix was shaken awake from his food daydreams, his vision coming to focus on the pair of sneakers leading up to a very tall, very angry coach.

"they're not knock offs, if you're wondering," coach suh stated, aggressively stepping hard on the grass to test the argument. not like felix could tell the originality of shoes. absolutely not. he wasn't gay or anything.

with that said, coach suh's sneakers were definitely a knock off. not like felix could ever utter those words.

the man sniffed scornfully at his silence, flashed him a mean smile, and proceeded to his next victim.

felix was watching him terrify another boy when he caught sight of a black-clad figure moving around on the bleachers.

changbin!

felix beamed, standing on the tip of his toes to excitedly wave at him. from afar, at the bleachers, he saw the blurry dark figure shake what seemed like an arm. felix smiled fondly.

someone (from the skies, it seemed) cleared their throat.

felix, feeling much like a character in a horror movie, slowly lifted his head to meet coach suh's eyes.

he had the whistle trapped by his teeth, hands perched on his narrow hips.

"in line, now," he snarled.

felix wanted to make a point that he was, in fact, in line this whole time — they all were! —, only to find out the other freshmen were queued on one side, and the older, threatening team players were on the opposite side.

without a word, felix quickly ran towards the place which he was meant to be.

"may the trials begin!" was all coach suh announced before the whistle blew and hell broke loose.

as if felix had sky-dived right into the middle of a bloody battle, he was bombarded with countless balls from all directions. felix felt like an unsuspecting scientist having his ship attacked by a crew of violent pirates.

beside him, all the other boys were going through the same suffering: most were cowarding behind shielding hands, arms raised on their heads, protecting their faces.

while trying to dodge most of them, felix watched, horrified, one of them get hit right in the eye, knocking them to the ground. however, with a quick look towards the coach, it was obvious he'd noticed the bloodbath, but just thought nothing of it. was that the try-outs?

while on a fit of panic to avoid being knocked out of existence, felix's vision zeroed on a ball coming full speed right in his direction. in a split second, he could see his future if his face made contact with that rapidly moving object: a tombstone with his name stared back at him. it read yongbok "felix" lee, succumbed to the balls.