Locker Room | m.yg + j.hs

xi. back again.

                      ~hoseok' pov~

the courtyard was loud and crowded as i made my way around all the bodies to the gymnasium to start practice. i looked around to see if i could make out any faces as yoongi's, but i was unsuccessful.

my sneakers squeaked against the tile as i entered the locker room, finding only jimin and taehyung in there. oh no. from what i heard, jimin had given yooongi a mouthful about him and i's growing affection. but if he hurt me, all i knew was that he could be punished; or even worse — kicked off the team. i silently went over to my locker and spun the lock to release its hold. in the corner of my eye, i saw jimin staring closely at me. i slipped into my jersey and headed into the gymnasium.

"yoongi, can we have a moment?" i asked, pulling him around the corner of the water fountain. his skin was glowy from sweat and his blonde hair was stringy. adorable.

"if it's about jimin, i don't want to hear it." he replied as he walked away before i pulled him back by the hem of his shirt, bringing him close.

"can you please make sure he's not going to do or say anything to me? please?"

"hoseok, he's not going to do anything. don't be worried, even if something does happen, coach wang will be hearing from me."

"thank you, baby." i said as i pecked him on the cheek. his cheeks turned bright red as he looked back while walking back onto the court. i soon followed behind him and started practicing; after all, we had our big game next week.
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as the day progressed, i soon found myself back on the court, practicing free shot after free shot. it was something i had never fully perfected, but it was worth the try. but while i continued to endlessly master the art, i couldn't stop thinking about yoongi.
his eyes.
his hair.
him.

and suddenly, my fantasies came true as i saw his small figure walk through the door. he must have known i was here, or it must have been a coincidence.

"yoongi!" i shouted, running into his arms and dropping the basketball.

"i came to watch you." he mumbled, burying his head in my shoulder. he was too sweet, i just couldn't comprehend what i did to deserve such an amazing person like him in my life.

yoongi spent the next hour either sitting on the bleachers judging me or correcting my position when i shot from afar. then finally, it came to me. it was perfect. i could finally stop practicing over and over again. i collapsed on the floor and heard yoongi approach me, clapping.

we walked into the locker room together and yoongi gently patted me on the back, showing me where the showers were. i stripped myself naked and headed into the cleanest stall. the knob was hard to manage, but i got used to it. i stroked my hair back and forth before i felt someone behind me. yoongi.

"damn." he said, scanning my body up and down. i screeched as i placed my hand on my lower area. never had anyone seen me like this, it was quite embarrassing.

"why are you looking at me like that" i replied as i gasped for air and swept back my locks.

"it was an accident, i promise. but i have one question." he paused, subtly sliding off his shoe."can i come in?"