Too Hot to Handle {Minsung}

Eight 🔥

No ones POV

The boys all walked together in a group, trying to find the tennis courts. They had examined the large map at the cafeteria, figuring out the general direction and set off.

Soon the large set of green courts came into view.

"Looks like we came a little early." Hyunjin spoke after checking his fancy wrist watch. They approached the open space, only to be met with Joon Woo and some other people organizing the games and gear.

"Welcome!" Joon Woo took a few steps to face the boys after completing his task of displaying out the rackets that he was arranging by color and brand out onto a white fold-up table. "You guys seem to be the first cabin here!" They took a look around. Practically seeing tumbleweeds bouncing along the courts; besides the frantic workers.

"Should we just sit here? or...?" Changbin signaled to the workers stumbling around, trying to get everything perfect.

"We can help out with some of the arrangements," Chan offered, being the kind man he is. "If you'd like, of course."

"That would be very nice of you!" The middle aged mans' eyes disappeared into his smile, before his face fell flat. "You!" He pointed to Felix, who just pointed to himself with a confused look on his face.
"M-me?"

"Yeah you!" Go help Seonghwa over there--by the tennis balls. He'll tell you what to do."

"You three!" He pointed to Changbin, Chan, and Minho. "You look strong, go help Leedo with the tennis ball pitching equipment!" He sent the three off on their ways, leaving Jisung and Hyunjin.

"The tall one can help put up the nets." He gestured towards Hyunjin, then the pile of netting off to the side of the court. "You can...hmm....organize the coolers."

"Eh, I don't think he can lift the coolers..." He whispered to himself. Jisung thankfully didn't hear his hurtful words. "You can sort the drinks that are inside of the coolers!" He snapped his fingers after finally a proper job that fit the scrawny boy.

Jisung happily bounced away, oddly thankful to the man for not giving him a challenging job.

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The boys completed their tasks after some time. Soon enough into their hard work, more people began to show up to the courts.

It had also began raining--just as Jisung had predicted. It wasn't anything unbearable: It was just a light sprinkle.

Everyone chose partners to warm up with and play in the games with.

Chan had instantly claimed Changbin as his partner. Felix hooked elbows with Hyunjin before Minho could even ask the taller. That left Minho and Jisung to be partners.

Minho rolled his eyes when his eyes collided with the shorter.

"What was that look for?" Jisung spoke, offended at the glare he was receiving from his crush.

"Nothing bad, " Minho reassured. "It's just we always end up with each other. Don't you think it's odd?"

"Not really; personally, I think we make a great team."

"Well- yeah," Minho spoke, a bit flustered. "We really do, don't we." He regained his confidence as he slung his arm around the youngers shoulder and pulled him towards the rackets and balls. He grabbed a tennis ball from the bucket and tossed it to Jisung, quickly saying 'think fast'. Jisung didn't react quick enough, the ball bouncing off his forehead and rolling away.

"Ow." Was all he said before rushing off to retrieve the ball while rubbing the now red spot on his forehead. But he didn't need to know that. They both selected red Wilson rackets before attempting to find an open spot through all of the hundreds of boys on the bombardments of courts.

They found a spot on the court between two pairs of random boys and began practicing their hitting skills. There was announcement that regarded the rules.

Soon, the games began.