Don't touch me // Minsung

9. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

Jisung's most dreaded day of the year unfortunately arrived. Today marked the university's thirtieth sports competition and he did not wake up in the best of mood. At all. Reason why? Minho. He fell asleep late last night, firstly because he had to finish the school project he had to do with the older. But also, because even if he did work hard on it, Minho was lacking in a lot of areas so he had to redo all of his part on top of his own. And well, that did not really ease his anger towards the older.

He woke up as late as he slept so he quickly prepared to leave, having barely enough time for an express shower and obviously no time to eat. He ran as fast as he could and stormed into the changing rooms where his friends teased him as soon as they saw his face, saying he was already warmed up and in great shape. Jisung did not have the time nor the energy to curse at them as he quickly changed into sports clothes and headed back outside, forced to be ready for the day.

The campus breathed in an overall pleasant atmosphere this day, maybe because nobody had any classes. Only the competition existed today; partaking in your sports, watching others in theirs. Everyone loved it, except for Jisung who had registered for sprinting, and was truly regretting it now.

Running was in the starting round of sports for the day and the whole group came to support him, or maybe it was to have a good laugh, knowing the disaster that was fated to happen.

Jisung tried to prepare his starving body as well as he could, stretching and warming up, but he had always needed some time to wake up and 8am was clearly too early for him, even after running to be on time.

As they called the participants on the starting line, he looked at the stands, yawning. He noticed a few people were here to watch him apart from his friends. His eyes scanned everyone thoroughly but Minho was not there. Why was he thinking Minho would be here anyway? Argh, his brain annoyed him so much, just forget him!

No more Minho, brain. Please...

His gaze fell upon three girls crushing on him and if usually he did not like the attention, today it felt good, it lifted his spirit a bit. To know that, in a way, some people still loved him. And well, they were right to do so, his shirt and shorts complimented him nicely, not even mentioning the headband he had put across his forehead. Solely for style and looks though.

He did not care about sports but he still stressed himself a bit too much. People were watching him, he wanted to do well and not disappoint them. He positioned himself on the line and the sprint started right after. However, he was probably the shortest runner present and even if his legs were fast, he finished second to last. He fell to the ground as he passed the finish line, feeling ill. His empty stomach now hung in his throat, and the cold air filling his lungs burned him as he panted hard.

His eyes were closed but not his ears. He could hear his friends approaching, laughing as hard as they could.

"You're good man?", Hyunjin asked in between dying from laughter upon seeing his friend up close. Jisung's face was red and his eyes were filled with terror, he had a brutal awakening that morning. Hyunjin helped Jisung get up as he held his stomach, still panting heavily.

"Fuck I'm gonna throw up.", he whimpered, dreading puking in front of everyone. He could not think of a worst way to embarrass himself in public.

But unfortunately, his friends laughed even harder this time and Jisung could have laughed too if he was not suffering that much.

After a few hurtful minutes, he finally recovered and they walked away from the stadium. By losing first, Jisung had no other races to do, which was the only silver lining to him. None of the friends had any contest in the next half-hour so they decided to watch other sports.