" 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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"That's it for today, make sure you're here tomorrow at nine sharp!"
Jeongguk curled in on himself, hands resting on his knees as he regained steady breaths, curls of raven hair falling into his eyes. His jersey was sticking to him from the sheer amount of sweat accumulating on his back, and he could see literal droplets from his forehead land on the turf below him.
Despite the ache pulsing throughout his body, he grinned.
Jeongguk was addicted to this feeling, the feeling of his heart racing at a hundred miles per hour, the feeling of hot blood rushing up his throat, and the sight of floodlights seeping into his vision, saving him from nearly blacking out.
He shook his hair out of his eyes, rising back up as his chest finally maintained a consistent rise and fall, and started to jog back to the others.
"You're going to burn out well before match season if you keep straining yourself like this, Jeon," his teammate, Yoongi, called out disapprovingly as he fell into step beside him.
The said male chuckled, lifting his jersey to wipe at his neck. "Wanna bet?"
Yoongi raised an eyebrow, giving him a long, sideways glance before rolling his eyes. He clicked his tongue, "Don't say I didn't warn you, kid."
Jeongguk was Busan IPark's youngest footballer. He started off at fourteen, joining a local club near his house and playing for them after school, where they competed in tournaments against other nearby clubs. The boy was quickly named their ace player, playing centre forward in almost every match- their star striker. It wasn't long before word got out about his skills, and at the age of 17, he was scouted left right and centre by clubs of other provinces; however the thought of leaving his hometown didn't sit right with him. Sure, the pay would be great- but he was born and bred here, his skills had sprouted here, so he hadn't accepted the offers despite his parents' unwavering support.
Although he learnt soon that patience was indeed a virtue, because right after his eighteenth birthday, a letter from Busan IPark fluttered through his mailbox landing right at his feet. The newly turned adult didn't hesitate in scribbling back, accepting their offer graciously. It mean he could have the honour to play for his hometown, which is what he'd wanted all along. Of course, it would take a while to actually play for Busan IPark; for now he was just part of many of the teams in training under the main province team. Yes, they still competed, just smaller scale matches, not the nationals. Anyone had the chance to get promoted to the main team, either if they played well enough, or someone from the top was lacking.
Jeongguk didn't mind that he wasn't playing with the top of the top just yet, he wanted to work his way up there, he wanted to be able to deserve that spot.
His parents supported him the whole way through, agreeing with his decision to drop out of school as he started to play for Busan; training there was intense, and it typically lasted full days on end. He wouldn't have time to balance out schoolwork, so ultimately decided against it. When Jeongguk was 20, Busan IPark relocated their main club in Seoul (ironic, huh) because of the better facilities and coaches; he was given more exposure on the media now living in the capital, hiking up his wages considerably. This said, he often thought about how he was missing key stages of his life such as college and university, how he missed the dynamic he had at school with his best friends.
