A BET {Mpreg}

Chapter 18

Author's POV:

The cool autumn air filled Pin's lungs as he sprinted across the college playground, his feet gliding over the grass. The football felt like a part of his, moving exactly how he wanted with every touch.

"Hey, hotshot! Think you can get past me?" Son called out with a grin, spreading his arms wide to block his path.

Pin's eyes lit up with determination. "You just watch and learn, Son!" He pretended to go left, then quickly switched directions, leaving him reaching for nothing as he dribbled past him.

He laughed, the sound mixing with the steady thud of the ball at his feet. Pin knew Son is pro in basketball only. He don't have any idea why he is playing football here, but feeling Son, his huge crush, watching his every move, he is floating on Cloud nine. But, still he wants to focus on the goal ahead only.

"Not bad, not bad," Son said, jogging to keep up with him. "But let's see how you deal with this!"

He lunged for the ball, nearly losing his balance. Pin easily stepped around him, keeping control without breaking a sweat.

"You'll have to try harder than that," He teased him, his hair flying as he spun away.

Son sounded impressed. "How do you make it look so easy?"

Pin smiled, his face flushed from the effort. "Years of practice, and maybe a little magic."

As he dodged invisible defenders, Pin felt a rush of pride. Football had always been his passion and escape. Having Son watch only made him want to show off his skills even more.

"Come on, give me a real challenge!" he said, playfully dribbling circles around him.

Son laughed, out of breath from chasing him. "I'm starting to think that's impossible. You're like a natural out here!"

His compliment warmed Pin's heart, but he pushed that feeling aside and stayed focused on the game. He had a reputation to keep up.

"Flattery won't help you," he joked, doing a quick scissor move with the ball. "But maybe, if you're lucky, I'll teach you a few tricks."

Their friendly game continued, with the playground echoing with their laughter and lighthearted banter, a perfect reminder of the joy of the game and the growing bond between them.

. . .

As the game wound down, Pin dribbled the ball off the field, his breath ragged from exertion but a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. He was about to head to the locker room when he heard Son's voice behind him.

"Hey, Pin! Hold on a second!"

He turned around, tucking the ball under his arm. "What's up, Son?"

He jogged over, his face flushed and hair tousled from the game. "That was amazing! I've never seen anyone play like that before."

Pin felt a flutter of pride at his words but quickly pushed it aside. "Thanks," he said, trying to sound casual. "It's just a lot of practice."