"Hyun, pass the ball!" Taehyung yelled, sprinting towards the goalpost. Hyun quickly spotted him and delivered a precise long pass.
With perfect control, Taehyung chested the ball and brought it down smoothly with his left foot. In one fluid motion, he turned, leaving the defender behind as he nutmegged him with ease.
He skillfully dribbled past two more defenders, weaving through them with lightning-fast footwork. Now face-to-face with the goalkeeper, Taehyung kept his composure and fired a precise shot into the back of the net.
The teammates rushed to celebrate with him, the stadium buzzing with excitement.
"Kim Taehyung," the coach began, watching him from the sidelines. "He’s been with our club since he was a kid. His father, Taemin, was also a football player, a legend in his time, but he tragically died in an accident." The coach paused, his eyes reflecting the memories. "Taehyung inherited his father’s talent—he’s incredibly skilled, but there’s a fire in him, just like Taemin. He’s got a short fuse. If anyone fouls him, he doesn’t hesitate to retaliate. That temper of his is both his strength and his greatest weakness."
I will be here after one week then arrange a meeting with me, the man said before walking out of the field.
Okay sir... The coach said.
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Taehyung was exhausted after the match. It had been a while since he last played, yet he still managed to score a goal and create two successful assists. However, he was substituted in the 75th minute, a decision that lingered in his thoughts. Every player wants to stay on the field until the final whistle, and as Taehyung slowly makes his way home, those thoughts weigh on him.
“Hey... where are you coming from?”
Taehyung turned around, surprised to hear a familiar voice. “Jeon? What are you doing here?”
“I was just out jogging,” Jungkook shrugged.
“Oh, I’m coming back from the field,” Taehyung replied, wiping the sweat from his forehead.
“Don’t you have anything better to do? If you spent as much time working a job as you do kicking a ball around, you might actually help your mom out,” Jungkook said, crossing his arms.
“None of your business, Jeon. And why are you even jogging?” Taehyung shot back, clearly annoyed.
“Because of you, idiot! You said I was getting fat."
“Fat?” Taehyung raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, you said I was heavy when you tried carrying me,” Jungkook retorted.
“I said you were heavy, not fat. Look at you—you're buffer than I am,” Taehyung said.
“That’s the difference between poor kids and rich kids,” Jungkook said with a smirk of his own.
Taehyung rolled his eyes. “You’re so immature, Jeon.”
“Me? Immature? At least I’m not a failure like you,” Jungkook shot back.
Taehyung’s patience was wearing thin. “What’s your problem, Jeon? I was peacefully walking home, and then you started picking a fight with me out of nowhere.”
“First of all, Jeon is my father’s name, not mine. Second, I’m not picking a fight—I’m just telling the truth. You are a failure.”
