𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕝𝕖? [𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕩]

Chapter 5 ₊˚⊹ ♡

"I can't believe you said all of that in front of your crush!" Jeongin gasped.

"I didn't even know you had that side of you! That was crazy! You literally exposed all of them!" Jisung grins, "Also whose Minho's crush?"

"Someone who is too dumb to figure it out," I sigh, looking into Jisung's eyes. But I see nothing. Jeongin must've realized because he's looking at me with a raised eyebrow, glancing at Jisung every two seconds.

"I bet Hyunjin thinks your weird," Jisung mumbles.

"Most people think he's weird. So it's nothing new," Jeongin points out, earning a smack from me.

"Ow!"

"Hey, Felix!" Chan calls out.

"You again? What do you want now?" I whine.

"Uhm... we have training tomorrow afternoon. Can you make it?" Chan asks.

"Hmm... yeah, I guess I could," I say with my hands on my hip.

"Cool! See you then!" Chan grins, running back to the team who is still in shock.

"Soooo... what are we going to do now?" Jeongin asks.

"Let's celebrate!" Jisung exclaims.

"Celebrate what?" I ask.

"That you got into the basketball team and you're finally overcoming your fear!" Jisung grins.

"I don't think that's happening any time soon, but I don't see why we can't celebrate!" I reply enthusiastically.

"Yippee! Let's go to Jeongin's house!" Jisung yells.

"What!? Not mine again!" Jeongin complains.

"LOL!" I say.

"Felix stop saying that! It's cringe!" Jeongin groans.

"LOL! LOL! LOL!" I shout, throwing up my hands.

"ARGH! SHUT UP!" Jisung shouts.

"NAURRRR," I whine.

"That's the most Aussie no, I've heard in my entire life," Jeongin scoffs.

"How many Aussie no's have you heard anyway?" Jisung questions.

"Good question..." Jeongin mutters.

"LOL," I say.

"STOP SAYING THAT!" they yell at the same time.

narrator: And of course, again. The three boys forgot that the whole basketball team was watching them. AGAIN.

-- the next evening --

I walk to the courts in my old basketball uniform that still somehow fits me and Jisung and Jeongin aren't far behind.

"We're early," Jeongin grumbles.

"By like a whole half an hour. Jisung, why'd you make me get ready!" I stomp.

"Stop whining. I wanted you to start training by yourself since you haven't touched the ball for a while. Me and Jeongin will sit on the bleachers cheering you on. Here, catch the ball," he instructs, throwing me a ball. I nod.

"Gosh, I haven't done this in a while..." I sigh. The moment I catch the ball, an unexplainable feeling shoots through my body. It's filled with passion and excitement. My arms tingle and my legs ache to start running. It was deja-vu. Taking a deep breath, I hold the ball to my chest as my muscles tighten.

"Time to let it loose..."

And just like that, I allow my body to take control of me as my basketball instincts kick in. I block everything around me, and all I can see is the hoop and myself. Without losing a second, I dribble down the court and in one graceful motion, I score a three-pointer. I do this again and again. Each time trying a new motion. I feel my body relax as memories start to flash into my head.