Math | CheolSoo

Eight

Jisoo sat in the bleachers, hands clasped tight together, breathing shallow and rapid as his eyes frantically followed his boyfriend's hastened movements on the court.

He couldn't take his eyes off the game until Jeonghan patted his back gently, bringing him back to reality and helping him breathe.

Seungcheol was undoubtedly under pressure. They couldn't lose after working this hard. They couldn't fall back after beating all of the high school teams of Seoul and nearby cities. Not in the final. All of them had been training for this moment. His mind was in a state of frenzy. And he knew the boys were stressed out too. 

He could see the frowns on their faces. He watched Jungkook scream his lungs out at missing the basket. He saw Chan growing more and more frustrated as the guys kept on messing up. He could see Beomgyu, the most easy going guy on the team, getting unhealthily worked up. He watched Sunghoon missing the simplest passes. Hyunjin was finally losing it. Meanwhile, an annoyed Haruto threw curses at anyone who made the mistake of meeting his eyes.

It ticked him off.

They couldn't go on this way.

At the whistle, as they ran to the dressing room to cool down, the people close to the players on the bleachers and the coach ran after them.

"We can't do this, cap. We're exhausted." Jungkook gulped a bottle of water down.

"Can't do this!? We worked our asses off for this exact moment and you wanna back off now!? Are you crazy!?"

"Woah. Calm down, man. Let's talk." Beomgyu patted his shoulder nervously, sensing the growing tension in the room.

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys!? Can't you play!? Are you people dumb!?" He exploded.

"Sorry guys. It's just the pressure talking." Everyone whipped their heads to the door to see Jeonghan walking in, accompanied by the three well known idiots, and Jisoo.

"Cheol, babe, you okay?" Jisoo headed for his stressed boyfriend, while Seungkwan motioned for the others to keep it a secret.

"What do you want now!?" 

The younger flinched, "hey, relax. Calm down a bit, would ya? They're scared. Haru looks like he'll burst out crying anytime. Can you please chill out?"

"You're the fucking reason I can't play!"

"W-what did I do?" He bit his lip. The others' eyes widened in alarm.

"Choi Seungcheol!" Hyunjin prompted.

"You. Because of you, I skipped practices. To be with you. Where's that getting me, huh!? What should I do now!?"

"I-"

"You think it's so simple, right!? Then go and play yourself!" He threw the ball at the younger.

"But, Cheol-"

"Get. Out. I don't wanna see your face. Ever again." He held the scared guy by his collar, who slapped his hand away and retreated.

"I don't understand you!"

"You never will! Get out!"

Jisoo picked the ball and pushed it into the elder's hands, shaking with fury, "you go. You play that game. You win. And you stand in the fucking spotlight. And don't even think of coming to me ever again. To think I had a misunderstanding, that you would actually love me." He laughed bitterly and left, the door behind him banging shut.

Chan just stood there in the corner, still processing. The only emotion he felt was anger. Nothing else. He finally found the words.

"Can you please calm the fuck down? It wasn't Jisoo Hyung's fault. I seriously don't get you. The team's struggling. Can you act like the captain and be rational for once?" His jaw clenched.