my first love

Chapter 3

Now, they finally let go of their lips.

Suho was heaving, and so was Kris, both their lips bloodshot red.

"There you are Junmyeon! You are the leader!! You should not waste your time this way, now come, we're getting late!!" Shouts their coach, as he rushes in, grabs Suho by his arm, and drags him out of the locker room with him.

"And sir! What about me!?" Asks Kris, silently.

The tough coach, with face, as emotionless as a rock, turns his head around, and starts to judge Kris's soul.

"Who are you!?" Coach says, in a deeper-than-a-fucking-sea deep voice.

"Uh...I'm a new comer sir! Kris Wu Yi Fan!"

"Oh, mr. Giant Hands, you are a substitute!"

"What!? No!!"

"Yes, have you seen yourself! You can't even stand straight by your own support, I saw you were leaning over Junmyeon a minute ago, so shut your mouth, and go sit among substitutes!!" Orders the coach, and walks out.

Kris's eyes were wide.

Did he just see us kiss!?

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"Listen to me you chick! I am the no.1 substitute, and you are no.2!!"

So currently, Kris was trying to threaten weak players, (who were weaker than him) and trying to get the no.1 position, so he can play with Suho.

"Alright then, but what is your success percentage!?" Asks that nerdy volleyball player.

"Uh..m-me! It's about 97%! I don't actually show off, but yeah! I'm good at swiping people's asses off the ground!!" Shows off Kris.

"Nuh-uh! I can't believe! Our best player, Junmyeon has it 96.5%, there is NO WAY ON EARTH THAT YOU PLAY BETTER THAN HIM, GO FOOL SOMEBODY ELSE!!!" Shouts the nerd, and runs away.

Kris sighs.

[I]Is mine and Suho's soul meet this difficult, no God! You can't be this rude.

"I see you are misbehaving!" Kris turns around to find an attractive piece of sex around him.

"Ah! Junmyeonnie! It's nothing like that dear, I was just tryna– your success percentage is 96.5%, just this much!?"

"Sh-shut your mouth, and be at place one."

"Oh thanks goodness! Suho, you are soooooo good. Thank you!!"

"But remember" Suho grabs Kris by his collar, and pulls him down to his eye level, and then says, "To be the no.1 substitute, you gotta have a 98.7% percentage, so do your best, don't disappoint me!" And he leaves.

"Ufff! Such an angel!!"

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And there commences the tournament.

Both teams, one of computers faculty, and this arts's, were par with each other.

But then, one of the members of art's team, gets out, and it was Kris's turn to swipe asses off ground.

And Kris does play well, because of the advantages he got from his height, he helped his team win this tournament, and it was time they celebrated.

And as Kris was happily jumping around the court, somebody smashes a ball in his head, and he falls down on his face.

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"But right now, I want to know who smashed that ball on my head!!" Asks Kris, frustrated of the small bouts of pain that he still recieves from that small bump.

"It was Nathan, the computer nigga!" Says Suho.

"I swear I'll kill him, if I find him!"

"I swear he is dead by now!" Suho laughs and says, "look at us, we are also very old now, we have ten adult children, he was already a year or two senior!"

"But you don't look a day older Suho, than that kiss!"

Suho looks up from the spot he was burning a hole in from the past few hours.

And they let their eyes catch each other's appearance and appreciate it once more.

"That kiss was out of the world!" Says Suho,

And Kris admits by nodding.

"But if it was not for me, you wouldn't have ever gotten such a fantastic partner like me!!" Kris says, and regrets it at the spot.

"Hmph..did I get a partner, who is leaving me!" Suho barely says, his throat heavy.

"Why, didn't you have me!?"

"BUT YOU ARE LEAVING ME NOW, FOR WHO KNOWS WHY!!"

"I can tell you the reason, but I don't know how to!"

"WHY, YOU DON'T HAVE A MOUTH!?"

"NOPE! this mouth isn't capable of it! Don't force me, please!"

"Go die then!"

And Suho, signs the contract.

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