buzzer beater ✦ j.sc | ✔

book two ✦ [iv]

At The Puck Pad—which you were learning, it turns out, the entire team calls the house when nobody else is around—you ended up being pretty glad for the protein bar Sungchan had given you on your way over. You only ate half of it before you got to the house, but the guys were so disorganized that it wasn't until almost two hours after you'd arrived that everybody was finally settled in the living room with popcorn, candy, pizza, beer (soda and water for you), and a movie playing on the TV.

You and Sungchan had a plush, reclining armchair to yourselves, tucked cozily under a blanket. Sungchan had an arm around your waist holding you close to him as the other moved between his plate that was balanced on the armrest with a stack of pizza slices, and the small end table where your drinks sat. You were happily curled up into his side, head resting in the crook between his shoulder and his chest, and your legs in his lap as you propped your own plate up on your knees to eat from.

The guys had picked a horror movie first—one without jumpscares, as both you and Mark hated them. Blood, gore, body horror, or psychological thriller didn't faze you, but under no circumstances could you handle jumpscares. Mark, on the other hand, didn't care for horror movies in general and would only tolerate them if everybody else wanted to watch it. His hard line was jumpscares, though, which you two could agree on. So everybody had checked over multiple websites to be sure that this specific movie definitely didn't have any jumpscares. Just lots of blood, as you were now finding out.

"Gross, dude..." Mark muttered under his breath from the couch. When you looked over at him, you could see his arms crossed over his chest as he stared at the screen with a curled lip of disgust.

"Ugh, he had all those frogs inside him?" Yangyang pretended to gag, not looking away from the screen for a second.

"Good thing Hendery already went home for the holidays, huh?" Ten laughed, tossing a piece of popcorn into his mouth from where his head was pillowed in Sicheng's lap.

Chenle, who had also been invited, snorted with amusement. "Hendery would be climbing the fuckin' walls right now."

"I'm with Mark, this is fucking nasty." You shook your head, turning to bury your face in Sungchan's chest. "Let me know when there's no more frogs doing gross stuff to people's internal organs."

"You can pick next, baby. Promise." Sungchan wrapped two arms around you. He leaned in even closer to you to whisper, "Please pick something not scary."

Once the horror movie was over, you proudly picked a Christmas rom-com, making sure to get one that had the perfect balance of a low critics' score and high audience score on Rotten Tomatoes, was at least as old as you, had a low budget, and starred two famous actors that hadn't gotten their big break as of filming.

When Jeno tried to grumble, you merely stuck your tongue out at him. "'Tis the fucking season, Jeno!"

"Oh, fuck yeah! Christmas movie!" Yangyang cheered through a mouthful of pizza, walking back into the living room with a newly filled plate of slices. "Jeno, did we already have this one on our list?"

"List?" You asked with facetious innocence.

"Jeno and I marathon shitty Hallmark Christmas movies every year when we go to his parents' place on break," the junior explained, plopping down into his spot next to his friend. "He keeps the list in the notes on his phone, so I wanted to make sure he checked it off if we had it on there."

While your immediate instinct had been to tease Jeno like the other guys were doing, something Yangyang said caught your attention instead.

"Wait, Yangyang, you go to Jeno's parents' place on break? You don't go home?"