WHO ARE YOU?|ATEEZ FANFIC (In Editing Progress)

Chapter 55|Black pirates

"You can do it, Woo!" San's voice called out from behind the black haired boy who was standing at the edge of the two hundred square meter sand field that was behind the school buildings near an abandoned construction site. He wore a helmet on his head to protect himself from being hit by the baseballs that were shot at him by a machine so that he could send them as far as he could across the field with the bat he was holding in his hand could. He wasn't the first to stand on the white line at the edge of the field. He was already the sixth in line actually. After the motorcycle race ended in a tie - Yunho and one of the student dummies crossed the finish line first, Yunho first, then the other two participants, with Jongho as the last rider - six participants were selected for the baseball competition. Of the seven boys present, Mingi, San and Wooyoung volunteered. The task was for the three of them to hit the balls further than the opposing team, but so far it didn't look so well for their team. Wooyoung turned to his friends, who were standing twenty meters behind him and giving him an encouraging look, keeping their fingers crossed. He forced a smile and returned a thumbs-up before, swallowing nervously, he turned back around and let his gaze wander over the field. At the edge of the field on Wooyoung's right side there were small blue and red flags at closer intervals that marked how far the previous participants had hit, which made Wooyoung unnecessarily nervous. The red team had hit significantly further till now. To win this competition, Wooyoung had to beat the opposing team by at least twenty meters and he highly doubted his hitting arm was that good. The black-haired man lowered his gaze for a moment and took a deep breath, hoping he could somehow gather some courage before it started. He had two attempts. If he missed both balls, the game was over and he and his friends would have officially lost the competition.

"Come on, Wooyoung." He muttered sternly to himself, looking up at the throwing machine.

"You can do that!" With that, he gripped the bat properly and positioned himself ready for the strike. He saw the dummy teacher standing next to the machine nod once before turning to the machine and pressing the button. Wooyoung nervously stood in place and stared at the machine. What if he didn't score? Or he missed both attempts? What would be the punishment? He heard his friends behind him cheering him on, while the three dozen students stood around the field were in silence, staring blankly at the field.
When Wooyoung finally heard the machine shoot the ball, his whole body tensed and his gaze was fixed on the small white ball that was shooting towards him at high speed. He swung the bat back and waited for the right moment, then, when the ball reached him and was about to shoot past him, he swung the bat as hard as he could. A loud metallic sound rang out and swept across the field. The seven boys in the background were silent and stared intently ahead at their second youngest, who was frozen as he watched the ball. When the ball hit the ground far away from Wooyoung there was silence for a moment. Wooyoung didn't move and didn't dare look away from the spot where the ball hit, where the teacher was currently heading. Was it not far enough? He dropped the bat to the ground as the teacher arrived at the impact site and used the markings on the edge of the field to determine how far it had flown.

"One hundred and eighty-nine meters!" He shouted and immediately loud shouts of celebration rang out. Wooyoung stood in silence, staring at the teacher. Almost two hundred? Did he just say that his ball traveled almost two hundred meters? It was only when he felt two strong arms around his upper body, squeezing him tightly, lifting him from his feet and turning him around to face the other boys behind him, all of them happily coming towards Wooyoung, that was when Wooyoung realized what had just happened. He really hit the spot. And not only that. He had set the record of the competition and clearly overtook the opposing team with almost twenty-five meters more distance in the shot. With relief, he let out the breath he had been holding for almost a minute and the tension in his body eased. San, who was holding him tightly, cuddled up to him, snuggled his face against Wooyoung's shoulder and grinned widely.