𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

11. Just a Day

After 2 days ~

"Hyungieee~~ stop it I can't eat anymor- " Tae whinned but his words cut off when jungkook stuffed his mouth with food again.

" You should eat more baby you're growing kid you need strength" Jungkook said making him eat more.

"Hyungie... I'm not a kid , I'm fucking 20 now, Stop acting like you're an old man" , Tae said while munching his food with a pout, jungkook chuckled looking at his cute pout, " what if you're 20 you still is my baby" he pulled his cheeks tae again whinned loudly rubbing his cheeks.

"Enough Hyungie today is my final match, if I ate a lot , i won't be able to move, I'm already getting late" , Tae said raising his hands in surrender,
"Okay ~okay you can go ALL THE BESTTT , I know you are gonna win!!".
Tae smiled" Thankyou Hyungie, I'll do my best " and get up from his seat washed his hands, come towards Jungkook who standing there.

He came closer to him , tae height is upto jungkook ears. He raised his head a little claimed his lips gave a long suck to his lower lip and bitting the lip piercing before pulling out, jungkook hands reached this lips still feeling the lips.

"Ooo my poor heartuu can't take this much " jungkook said clutching his chest, on which tae rolled his eyes , "stop being dramatic ", They both laughed, made there way to their own work place.

Tae reached to his university, well the will start after 3 hours so he went to the practicing ground where the couch and other team members will be present.

After few hours:

It was the Inter-university sports event, soon in the university's sports complex, the air buzzed with excitement as students gathered around the volleyball court, filling the stands with an eager, almost electric energy. This wasn't just any match-it was the final, and all eyes were on one player: Kim Taehyung.

Tall and lean, with an almost ethereal aura, Taehyung stood at the net, his face a mask of calm determination. His cold, silent demeanor was a stark contrast to the lively chatter of the crowd. He had always been an enigma to his peers, a man of few words, but many skills. As the captain of the volleyball team, he was a legend in his own right-an ace who could turn the tide of any game with a single move.

"That's Kim Taehyung," whispered a girl in the stands, her eyes wide with admiration. "I heard he's never lost a match."

"Yeah," another boy replied, leaning forward to get a better view. "He's incredible, but he never talks to anyone. So cold."

As the whistle blew, signaling the start of the match, the tension in the air became palpable. The opposing team had clearly prepared well, but there was a sense of inevitability hanging over the court. Taehyung's team was strong, but it was his presence that made them unstoppable.

The first serve came fast, but Taehyung was faster. He leaped into the air with a fluid grace, his hand connecting with the ball with a force that sent it hurtling toward the opposite side of the court. The ball hit the ground with a resounding thud, and the crowd erupted into cheers.

"Did you see that spike?" a girl gasped, clutching her friend's arm. "He makes it look so easy!"

"He's a machine," her friend replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

Throughout the match, Taehyung moved like a predator, always one step ahead, his sharp eyes scanning the court for any weakness in the opponent's defense. His teammates relied on him, and he never let them down. Every spike, every block, every serve-he executed with precision, his expression never changing.