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16. Fundraiser and football practise

Fucked up - Lil Peep

Taehyung

"Where is Jungkook?" I asked Wolfgang, unsure what must be keeping the boy away from practice.

"I don't know," the masculine captain answered while pulling up the socks. He stood up from the bench and huffed, stretching his muscles. "He's been slacking, Kim. I know he's a good kid and got strength unlike some his age, but he's still a kid, irresponsible at times. His running is weak. He still needs to work on it."

"I'll go check." I paced back immediately, rushing to my locker to get my phone out. While I was dialing Jungkook, the crowd started hollering behind me. To block the noises out, I decided to leave the locker room from the back door and stepped out into the darker area behind the playground.

The bell rang, but Jungkook didn't pick up.

Where are you?

I left a text and began to prowl back and fro. My eyes moved to my phone screen and then back to the darkness ahead. The high lamp lights cast illumination after being shrouded by the dense leaves of the rugged trees.

When Wolfgang yelled my name, I looked back to see that he was howling in laughter, slapping his knees as he did. Jimin also entered the locker room at the same time. I trodded back, looking at his phone screen along with Jimin.

There was Jungkook's semi-nude picture on the Uni's Yammer group with a caption. 'Fundraiser for a good cause. One picture for fifty euros.'

Jimin looked up at my confused face, and a spluttering noise erupted from his throat before he slapped his palm up to his mouth. "I am not laughing." He laughed through the sentence. "Seriously, I am not laughing."

I snatched Wolfgang's phone and hid the post. "Your goofball is all over the group, man. You only hid it on my screen. What about hundreds of others?" He protested.

I slammed the phone back into his chest and sauntered out of the room the next moment. "It seems we aren't practicing tonight," the captain sighed behind.

"Beers then?" The quarterback of the team yelled from somewhere.

"No drinking on weekdays!" Wolfgang disregarded, going all captain mode. He let the boys party till they dropped, but never during the practice season. He believed every bit in the discipline. If anyone listened to anyone aside from the coach, it was the captain. "Everybody! Give me twenty rounds!"

"Not again."

"Oh, man!"

And expletives flurried out from all around, but one more bark from Wolfgang and a room full of testosterone was running out, including Jimin.

I paced onwards, nodding my head at the second years and first years. A few of the girls giggled as I passed by their groups. I've always been the charming guy in my group. Everyone knew that Jimin didn't talk much, Christoph was grumpy, Hoseok was a bookworm, and the girls had a league of their own, but I... I put up a well-disposed picture in front of everyone.

That was exactly how I gained popularity so quickly. They thought I was the best out of them all, but what they really didn't know was that I was as good as Beelzebub.

9-A. That was his dorm.

I've known it since he arrived here, since he's devoured my senses to the brink of insanity, but it was the first time in months that I appeared in front of it.