It lies between us. / ZB1

JAN-1-10-19

If I Ever Catch The Ones Who Hurt You, I'm Hoping That God Looks Away This Time.

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He hated Gunwook.

Always had.

Hated how stupidly perfect all of his moves were, how he could smile and everyone in the room would squeal. He hated it. He hated him. Hate.

Gyuvin was always his side thing, the co-captain. But he didn't want to live in Gunwook's shadow. He needed to be the captain of the team. He needed to be.

"How has basketball practice been, son?" The voice that Gyuvin dreaded to hear. His dad was home, early. Fuck, he even thought that he would have a good few hours for himself until he came home.

God wasn't on Gyuvin's side today.

He gulped, struggling for words to say. "Good."

He knew he fucked up, his father never accepted a 'good' for an answer. Mr. Kim turned to him with a deadpanned expression, "Good? As in what, Gyuvin. Use your words. You're not 3."

"Good as in everythings going good, and uh, coach has been focusing on me more lately." That was a lie, he needed to get out of here as soon as possible, he needed to get started on his project that was due tomorrow, or else he would most certainly need to pull an all nighter.

Coach hasn't been focusing on him lately, all he ever does was focus on Gunwook. Only Gunwook. Even said that he was the best captain to have ever been on the school's basketball team.

Gunwook, Gunwook, Gunwook.

"Good, good. I suppose you're doing everything I have taught you then, right? Nothing can go wrong. If you don't surpass that Park boy and be captain before you graduate next year, this will be the last time you'll ever see daylight. You hear me?" Ah, here it is again. His father's threats about killing him. Great.

His father, Kim Jeongwook was one of the most iconic and famous basketball players in all of south korea. Everywhere when they go out, he would greeted with cheers and congratulations about his accomplishments — back when he was in his 20s. Which kind of weirded Gyuvin out, but whatever. What did piss Gyuvin off was when they said that he must be just like his father, and that he had to be really good, just like his father.

But did He really want to pursue his life to being a basketball player?

Absolutely not.

He wanted to be a football player instead. And although he has the heights for basketball, he never felt the passion inside of him to enjoy it.

—

"Alright we can all take a break. Five minutes and I need you back on the court!"

"Hey, don't you think Gyuvin looks kind of, out of it?" My friend, Juyeon asked me. I did notice. I always did. Whenever he attends basketball practice he never smiles when he gets the ball through the loop, he just nods at the coach saying good job and run back to where he's supposed to be. He never was in it.

I was going to talk to him, but Juyeon put out a hand to stop me from doing so. "Don't. He hates you enough already. I don't think he wants you to talk to him about his struggles. 'Might give you a black eye."

I cared for him, I really did. He was the boy I payed most attention of out of the whole team. He was acting weird. Always was. And he avoids me like a plague — which I don't get. I haven't done anything wrong to him or said anything rude. We were supposed to communicate, as co captain and captain. But he always glares at me like he wants me dead. It's weird.

"But no one else is talking to him, and as ca—"

"Yeah yeah. You and your captain shit. I think the reason he's even like this is because he's not captain and you are."

I laughed at that, "Don't be ridiculous. Being a co-captain is as equally as important as being the captain!"

Juyeon stared at me and I stopped laughing. Realizing he was being serious. But why would Gyuvin hate me over that? There should be something more to make him hate me that much.

Then it hit me.

His father is the all-time famous basketball player in south korea. Kim Jeongwook. Of course. How did I never think about the pressure on Gyuvin that his father was a famous basketball player?

"His father is the problem. Not me."