"All of you have lost your senses. The future heirs of our pack will be impure if you breed with humans, did your parents not teach you that?"
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Jeong Yunho, the notable varsity champion who can play almost any sport in existence, was forced t...
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"Alright, next up! Jeong Yunho! Get in the third lane!"
This is the day and moment Andres has been waiting desperately for; to race with the number one athlete whose name has been circling the entire campus for the past week. He wasn't gonna let his image as the best sprinter be robbed by some newbie. What if Yunho only made it to track and field primarily because he doesn't like to work with a new team, especially for football? Shouldn't he just stick to his own profession?
Andres knows damn well how fast football players run, let alone their own captain. He watches Jeong Yunho run to the lane next to him and prepares his feet steady on the starting block for the race, and suddenly he feels his heart pounding as if he had taken the biggest challenge of his life and he was just about to regret it. Yunho turns to him with a stern glare and Andres raises his brows at him, trying to keep his cool.
"Never too late to back down now, Jeong." He tackles the taller with a tease. "It might cause me a distraction when I see your face get smashed onto the soil after you trip over your overlong pair of dangly legs."
"I've heard people mention your name a lot when it comes to crossing the finish line, Andres." Yunho talks over him calmly. "Except I was wondering how long it must've taken for the other runners to wait until you finished the race so they can get on with the next one. Oh wait, I got lucky because I'm gonna see that for myself when I beat your ass today."
"Keep laughing, soccer boy. I'll show you what real runners do." He mutters angrily.
Yunho laughs at the boiling look on his rival's face. Out of nowhere, he hears his name being screamed out loud coming from the bleachers. It happens to belong to a girl he has seen around the campus very frequently. Maliha is standing together with her fearsome brother as she hops up and down while chanting his name, holding out a big banner with his name on it.
"YOU GOT THIS, JEONG YUNHO! WE'RE CHEERING FOR YOU!"
Yunho waves at his big fan and she waves back. He then keeps his eyes out to the front while waiting patiently for the countdown.
"Ready, boys? On your mark, get set, GO!"
At the sound of the gunshot, Yunho launches from the starting block and sprints at full speed, easily outrunning all the other runners. He was observing the finishing line getting closer and closer when suddenly he saw someone catching up to him at the corner of his eye. Andres is running at his level of speed and is drastically accelerating, shocking Yunho with how fast the man has caught up to him. Clenching his teeth at the sudden desire to win back his place, Yunho goes all out with his energy and picks up his pace until he's able to reach his opponent's intensity again.
"New face, new name."
"Not on my fucking watch."
The two men are charging for the first place at the same speed side to side. By the time the finishing line is only a few steps away, Yunho uses this perfect chance to make the most of his lengthy legs and extends it as far as he can reach on the final step. His heel touches beyond the finishing line and he has won the race, meanwhile his opponent tumbles over his heel and slips over a patch of mud, falling to the ground face first. Yunho lets out a roar of victory as all the other runners finish their way to the line and congratulate him for winning first place.
