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44. Keep Holding My Hand

Only if he could hold his hand again.

Jimin had to sit back in his place and pretend that nothing happened, but how could he when his mind was only occupied with thoughts.

He thinks he shouldn't be feeling all of this but can we blame ourselves to feel things for those we love?

Certainly not.

The eyes of the little one despite being gentle out of all that overwhelming emotions were forced to be fixed in the game that was about to start with his bestie already yelling in support of his boyfriend while a bothered yet looking unbothered dark haired elder twin contemplated coming with the two.

Well, rest is for later because the final game between the yellow team and red team began shortly by the blow of a whistle.

The players were chasing the ball, tossing within each other and just absolutely going nuts after losing it to the opposite team every now and then and vice versa.

Both teams were masters at it so it was difficult to even have the game going in any direction.

There were cheers, there was anticipation but for the most of the time, it was looking as if bottles of ketchup and mustard were running here and there.

Ask Jimin personally, to him it looked like nothing more than that.

Time was running, so were the players but what didn't meet the end was the ball in the net.

Tired limbs of the blonde twin would bring the poster down but raise again whenever Jungkook gets the ball but damn, he would get it taken away.

Dowoo was watching the game with his own perspective of a player, what would he do if he were in that situation so he just analyzed every move in silence, trying to understand the strategy the opposite team was using but there would always be a distraction for him and that was a certain sweet fragrance of fresh cherries coming from the side.

The teams were in a hustle, the game would get tensed yet back to awful groans by the audience because the players would always lose the opportunity of the goal.

The goal keepers were not there to mess around, they were there to play.

Just like that after a good while Namjoon, the leader of Diamond dynamos, the red team, finally got the ball in between his feet, already causing the opposite team to sweat out of nervousness already because this hella man is so hard to dodge off.

And he impressively took that ball all the way up to the yellow team's goal, the goalie got himself in his position, pulling up his shorts as he got himself ready to catch the ball, everyone holding their breaths up.

"Go Namjoon! Go Namjoon!" Cheers filled the bleachers all around the ground and Namjoon was sweating bullets as he aimed.

And he kicked with all that he had in him, and the ball hit the goalie's belly and took him all into the net.

No one could believe their eyes when this happened and Namjoon was shocked himself but all his teammates came running to him to cheer on their first goal.

Taehyung started to jump on his seat out of joy, shaking his friend along.

"Wait, does that count as a goal? I was too busy seeing this hot guy." Jimin asked out of oblivion and Taehyung nudged him with his elbow.

"Of course you were, now cheer!"

And V was there to roll his eyes.

But before they could celebrate it more, the coach whistled.

Everyone was confused by the attention they received from the coach because actually the goalie got hit and thus, Namjoon, the leader, might get a card.