One that I Want ||m.yg||

Chapter 11: I'll Show You

The guys were over it, they were over the solemn mood their leader had brought over the group. They had just come back from spring break and they had barely heard anything from him, they'd hung out occasionally here and there, but he'd basically been MIA. It had all gone downhill a few months back with the last home soccer game for their school.

Once again, some of them needed to go and get proof of them being there for extra credit, they'd be lying if they said they didn't enjoy this sport, some of them had even been a part of the team at some point in time, but their dislike for the team captain was greater than their love for soccer. Yoongi wasn't very interested at all at first, whilst the others basically cheered at good passes and all the shots taken by the players.

"Hyung, come on! Why are you acting so low?" Jimin asked, sitting back down after the latest attempt at a goal by the opposite team.

"You know how I feel about Kim Taehyung, I'm only here for you nosebleeds," he took out a cigarette from the packet he was holding, placing it between his lips and lighting it.

"You're being such a wet rag hyung, that stupid foreigner soc ruined you, I mean you were the talk of the town and now everyone thinks-"

Yoongi didn't let Hobi finish his statement, getting up quickly and coming up awfully close to him. Yoongi knew in a sense that Hobi was right, Lottie had ruined him, why couldn't she be like every other broad and just be happy that he wanted to give her the time of day? He had so many chicks throwing themselves at him every day. Sure, he'd been through all of them, and they were grody and easy, but they wanted him, they were giving him a shot, why couldn't she give him one? It didn't matter, he still didn't like the way Hobi had put down about her.

"Don't talk about her, at all, Hoseok," the younger shivered at the use of his legal name, his lips zipping as fast as they had been loose spewing all that crap about Lottie.

"Speak of the Devil," Jin spoke next, after a beat or two of silence from the group, Yoongi turned around, looking for whatever it was that he was referring to.

Lottie

There she was, in her cute paper shaker uniform, with a bright smile and a high pony. Her skin looked so radiant against the golden hour sun. Yoongi felt his heart falter, the pain from her rejection all that time ago clawing its way back up his ticker. He wished so badly he could go back to the summertime and tell her the truth. How would she have reacted? Would she accept him the way he was — hell the way he is — would she have laughed at his face for even trying to talk to her? She did seek you out first, she came back after you closed that day, his brain spewed out, but that didn't matter, not one bit, especially not when the final whistle went off and he saw the bane of his existence running toward her. Taehyung picked her up in a tight hug and spun her around, Yoongi looked up and realized their school's team had won. She was laughing the whole time, at least that's what it looked like from the back of the bleachers.

And then it happened, he kissed her.

Yoongi's blood boil seeing Lottie like this, letting herself be kissed by a man that wasn't himself, but that did not compare to the next thing that happened.

"Holy shit, Tae jacketed her?" Jimin exclaimed. The whole group watched as the team captain helped you into his letterman jacket, Yoongi was sure if he tightened his fists anymore his nails would pierce through the skin of his palm and bleed.

"I'm leaving, Namjoon, make sure everyone makes it home safe," their leader mumbled and walked off, leaving the venue before he could be seen by the girl who'd stolen his heart and completely fucked with his daily routine.

(...)

Taehyung is a wonderful and smart young man, what have you ever done?

Lottie's words rang loudly in his ears as he waited outside the office, was he truly going to do this? All for a chick that had done nothing but treat him like gutter trash ever since they saw each other again? Who was he kidding, it was mostly his fault, he treated her lousy first, he'd been a phony first. Even if this wasn't for her, at least this could be for himself, he did want to be something more than a greaser eventually, and he couldn't do that if he couldn't afford to go to school after he graduated.

"Min Yoongi?" Coach Bang looked entirely too confused seeing him there. Yoongi put on his charm right away.

"Hey coach, I wanna do a sport," he half smiled.

"Is this some sorta joke? Where's the rest of your gang? Are you gonna to pie me again?" the affable man looked around in concern. Admittedly, Yoongi chuckled a bit, remembering the prank his friends and himself had pulled on the man two years ago.

"No coach, I genuinely want to be a part of something," Yoongi said, trying to sound sincere, and although Coach Bang still looked skeptical, he ended up nodding and pointing towards the gym's locker room doors. "Well, if you really want this the first thing you gotta do is change," the older man stated, they stopped in front of one of the many lockers as he looked through his comically large key ring.

"Well yeah, that's what I'm here to do," Yoongi put his hand on the coach's shoulder, the aforementioned looking a little weirded out by the action, "to change..."

Coach Bang stared at him for a little longer before looking back down at his key ring, picking out a key and opening the locker they were standing in front of, "I meant your clothes," he pointed at the locker, which had a few different sets of sporty clothes, "Hopefully some of these should be your size, change and come meet at the baseball court," Yoongi nodded and the coach walked off, leaving him alone to wonder if he still had time to leave.

(...)

Yoongi truly didn't think of himself as someone with a short temper, realistically he had a lot of patience, his cousin Jungkook could attest to that, he'd never once yelled at him, not even when he broke his favorite guitar.

But these jocks? Yoongi was sure he was close to having a bad hissy fit, he was ready to beat them into the pavement actually.

Baseball did not go well, coach set him up to bat, and every single time he missed, and the catcher was throwing so many insults each time. He'd heard the others call him Haechan, "this fucking greaser can't even fucking hit one," he'd yelled at the pitcher, and that caused Yoongi to turn around, grab at his mask, pull it and let it go, and if coach wasn't there he would've given him a knuckle sandwich. Then he had him try wrestling, he paired him with this guy named Matthew, according to coach they called him Big Matthew, and Yoongi immediately knew he was not going to have a good time, Matthew probably thought of his attempts as a panic-and-a-half. Every single time he'd given up, until he got tired of doing that, so he pulled Matthew's pants down, revealing his pink p.e. shorts, and the latter almost put him in a real choke hold, but coach stepped in and took him away, apologizing to Matthew on his behalf.

He finally let him try basketball... And boy did he excel. He moved through his seasoned players like it was nothing, assisting the team he'd been assigned to and even scoring a few three pointers himself. "Well I'll be damned son! Did you know you set a new school record? You scored that first basket faster than any other player I've seen!" the man fawned over Yoongi's skills, "are there any other secret skills you have?"

"I can run pretty fast," and that's how Yoongi ended up in both the basketball AND track and field team. Later on, as he left the gym after talking about the details with coach Bang, he saw Lottie and Taehyung down the hall. Lottie was leaning against a locker, she held her hands together behind her back, and Taehyung had one hand on her waist and the other next to her head.

"You'll see what I have done," he whispers, walking out of the closest door available to him. He would make her look at him the way she looked at Taehyung right now.