Baseball (VHope)

One

Baseball at my school was about as popular as football in America. You were considered royalty if you were on the team or dated one of the players. And everyone wanted them; girls guys... everyone wanted them for their own. Unfortunately, almost all of the players had a girlfriend or boyfriend, since our school held the largest LGBT+ community. There was really only one player who was single, and everyone was after him.

Jung Hoseok was captain of our undefeated baseball team. He had chestnut-brown hair, amber eyes and honey skin that turned dark in the summer and during the baseball season. And he glowed. Literally glowed. His skin was laced with this natural glow that made him seem more like a ray of sunlight than a human. And his smile was so bright that the room became ten times brighter than when he first stepped into it. He was just so beautiful and made everyone fall for him.

When he wasn't playing baseball, he could be found in the cheer room that doubled as a dance room. You could always tell he was in there because his music echoed through the gym - he always practiced with the door open. Every time anyone saw him in the halls or in classes, he was clad in his baseball Letterman jacket no matter the weather. The gorgeous dark-green and goldish-yellow brought out his best features and really suited him. He was very flirty; he winked or smirked at the girls in the halls and rolled his eyes when they started squealing like a bunch of fangirls. Overall, Hoseok was smart, very attractive, talented and single. He was everything I dreamed of in a guy.

Me? I'm nothing special. My grades were good, my friends few but very friendly, and I stayed out of the way. I dressed in dark colors and always had a sketchbook in my hand. No one really paid me any attention, other than my best friend Park Jimin and his boyfriend/captain of the wrestling team, Jeon Jungkook, and my friend/captain of the basketball team, Min Yoongi.

At our school, being a member of an athletic team or even the marching band gave you a title. Baseball players were gods, basketball players were demigods and wrestlers were kings. Popular people were nobles and I, just like the rest of the population that didn't participate in anything, were plebians.

My friends were very well-known, but not me. The only thing I was known for was the mural on the art room ceiling. There was no way someone like Jung Hoseok would ever look my way.

"You're coming to watch the baseball team practice with me," Yoongi declared as he sat on the counter in the art room while I washed off paint brushes. I was covered in paint, but that was normal for me. "Why?" I replied, sparing him a sideways glance as he sighed dramatically. "For one thing, I miss you. For another thing, I miss Hoseok. Third thing, you need to get some sun. You're whiter than me. Fourth thing, don't you want Senpai to notice you?" he explained matter-of-factly. I stared at him, unamused, for a good ten seconds. He knew I hated that word. "I hate you, Min Yoongi. But if it will make you happy, then fine," I sighed and he jumped off the counter, pulling me with him as we walked down to the baseball field.

"Is Jihoon coming, too?" I asked him as we walked. "Nah. Woozi has debate preparations," Yoongi said as he shook his head. Lee Jihoon was Yoongi's cute little boyfriend, but everyone thought they were related somehow. "I still can't believe he's on debate team. His temper is shorter than he is," I chuckled as we continued to walk down, earning a light punch to my arm. "Hey! Don't make fun of him! He makes me feel tall!" Yoongi whined.

Instead of going to the bleachers, Yoongi had me follow him through the dugout and onto the field, where the pitcher stood on the mound, throwing curveballs and strikes to the catcher. When he noticed me and Yoongi, he smiled and jogged over. "Hey, Byun. That tall beauty on the bleachers belong to you?" Yoongi asked as he nodded to the stands, where Park Chanyeol sat. Baekhyun smiled and nodded, waving to his boyfriend. "Yeah, that's my baby. Speaking of, where's Jihoon?" While they talked, I glanced over to the batting cages. From what I noticed, the guy closest to the field seemed to only hit homeruns. Or at least he would if he were out here on the field.