Basketball: BTS Yoongi ff

Part 42

"Hey Bohemian."

I jump in surprise as one of my headphones is taken out of my ear, my eyes wide as I look up at the culprit. I'm shocked to say the least when it is Yoongi who decided to say hi to me, his hair still messed from taking his headband out from practice.

"What are you still doing here?" he asks as he sits down on the bench next to me, his knees pulled up to his chest as he hugs his arms around them. I can't help but smile at how cute he looks when he rests his cheek on one of his knees, his head tilted to the side as he stares at me.

"I'm just doing some extra practice" I say as I casually spin the ball I was holding on one of my fingers. It is a guy's ball, meaning that it is bigger than a girl's ball, but I have gotten used to using it. I can't use a girl's ball just because I am a girl, me having to get used to using a bigger one since I am on an all guy's team. 

He frowns at my answer, putting his head back up straight so that he can look at me properly. I can't help but feel timid under his gaze as he seems to study me, his eyes assessing me. Its like he can read my mind or something, his eyes suddenly turning soft when he comes to his conclusion.

"This is about that Carson guy, isn't it?"

I bite my lip as he sighs, nodding my head. Maybe if I practice harder I can get even better. I just need to train more until we play his team again in the playoffs. 

"Ok. Show me what you got" he says as he motions towards the court, my eyes widening when I realize what he wants me to do. He watches me as I stand and dribble the ball down to the other side of the court, his eyes watching every move I make.

I stop when I get to the block, drop-stepping into the middle of the paint. I then try and do a hook shot but I can tell that my stance is all wrong, it bouncing off the front edge of the rim. I have been working on my paint shots for over an hour now, but it just doesn't feel right. I don't have enough power in the paint, seeing as I don't usually shoot from there, my limbs all weird and uncoordinated. 

"Ok, I see the problem" Yoongi says almost immediately after my third attempt, him standing up from his seat and dusting off the back of his pants. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt before walking over to where I am standing, his gate confident and relaxed.

"You just need to tighten your core when you get the ball from the block. After that you drop step and go up for the hook shot. Don't overthink it Bohemian."

He then proceeds to show me the correct way to do it himself, making the shot with ease. He passes me the ball and I get into position, focussing my gaze on my feet. My eyes widen when he stands behind me and places his hand on my stomach, his other hand on my lower back. He fixes my posture as he talks me through everything, my cheeks turning a faint pink.

"What is this?" I ask in an attempt to appear more calm than I actually am at the fact that he is touching me so lightly. "Are we in a movie or something?"

"Ha ha very funny" he says before turning me slightly so that I am parallel to the hoop. "You should be moving towards the basket when you release the ball so that you don't have to compensate for the distance between you and the hoop."

I step away from him before getting back into position, preparing myself to try again. I bend my knees and bend my back the way that he had showed me how, taking my first step.

"Wrong" he calls lazily before I even have the chance to shoot, making me stop in my place. I glare at him as he leans against the pole of the basketball hoop, his smirk ticking me off. All he does is raise his hands as if to show he meant no harm, putting them back down again when I turn away form him to try again.

"This will never work" he mumbles under his breath after my fifth attempt, walking towards me and then standing directly behind me. He puts one of his hands out in front of him so that his fingers are just barely touching my back, his other one up in the air as he goes on defense. 

"Try it now."

I try and drop step but his legs are much longer than mine are, making it that much more difficult to get around him. I groan as he pushes me back into position so that I can try again, already getting agitated. I know he is trying to help me and I'm not upset about that, but the fact than I need help in the first place is frustrating. 

"Come on Mia" he whines after what seems like the twentieth time I tried to go against him, his chest rising and falling rapidly from all of the work we have been doing. I dribble the ball once in frustration, it slapping back up into my hands with a dull thud. My palms tingle from how hard I had caught it, it making me want to try harder in a way.

I drop step again, this time able to do it right. I turn my body so that I can see the hoop, one hand slightly up in front of me while the other is holding the ball. Yoongi's hand is in my face but I have practiced so many times already that I don't necessarily need to see clearly in order to shoot.

The ball leaves my hands and heads towards the basket, surpassing Yoongi's outstretched fingers as he tries to block my shot. I can't help but smile when it finally makes it in, collapsing to the ground as I yell in victory.

I can hear Yoongi's quiet laugh above me as he watches me before his hand moves into my line of vision. I graciously take it, him helping me stand up.

"Thanks" I says softly, suddenly realizing how close he had pulled me when he helped me up. His eyes look between both of mine before he smiles, mumbling a quiet "no problem" before he walks back over to his stuff and leaves the gym.

I can't help but wonder why he came to the gym in the first place if he didn't have anything to do here. Practice literally ended over an hour ago, and I was the only one here at the time. Why was he still at school, and why did he even bother coming over to see what I was doing?