do_itall (LJ)
head over heels kim jongin offers to help kyungsoo with his problem on how to dribble and shoot orange balls.
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Kyungsoo follows the ball bouncing. Up and down, left and right, then bounces it in between legs back and forth. How does Jongin do that?
"You got it?" Jongin, his basketball tutor, hired by his bestfriend Baekhyun, asks while dribbling the ball like some pro he sees during Olympics and during NBA games his brother loves watching to. But today is the day where he has to master the sport or else he'd fail his P.E class. It sucks he can't choose what sport he can take for the semester and it sucks billiards is not one of the options.
It's one of his worse days.
Later on, Kyungsoo crosses his arms, his sassy side surfacing. "Do you think I'll be able to do that shit?"
"Maybe if you try, you can?" Jongin offers, holding the ball with both hands.
"Right. Trying makes anything stupid and shitty worthwhile like this sport." He steps forward and takes the ball from Jongin's hand. "Let's try and see if I'm capable to dribble this big ass ball."
He dribbles. He dribbles with a flat hand and can't even keep the ball bouncing. Kyungsoo dribbles and tries to imitate Jongin's moves, but fails, sending the ball rolling far far away, making him groan and almost pulling his hair out. The worse.
"This is ridiculous! I won't pass my P.E class!" Kyungsoo huffs, watches Jongin catch the ball from the guy who picked it up from a few meters away.
"Hyung, I've been trying to tell you the technique for two hours now. Don't dribble it with your palm. Use your fingers to grip the ball too. You have to scoop it with your hand like this," Jongin demonstrates for the nth time and Kyungsoo just rolls his eyes because he can't just hold the ball like that. It's dirty. Germs would stick to that piece of shit when it hits the ground. Basketball is ridiculous! Germs can't get their way on his precious alabaster skin. No, never.
Jongin dribbles again. "Did you get it now?" He thrusts the ball towards his tutee and smiles patiently despite Kyungsoo's sassy mode activation. The ball falls on the ground, bouncing. It was never caught, like how Kyungsoo doesn't catch the use of fingers to grip that filthy ball.
"You know what, let's just go get coffee. My treat." Kyungsoo saunters ahead, arms crossed with his long thick thighs exposed right before Jongin's eyes. He purposefully sways his hips to rile up the younger man who is well known to be one of his admirers.
Jongin chases the ball and picks it up, before trailing behind the bossy shorty Do Kyungsoo.
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It was a perfect timing when Kyungsoo was humiliated in his P.E class by his teacher when they had a round of basketball match. The boy couldn't shoot the ball to the basket no matter how near he was to the ring and no matter how his team's opponent gave him a chance to score. It was the most embarrassing experience for him this year because he and balls don't match, unless it's a different kind of ball, he'd be happy to indulge himself with—like cue balls.
Just the exact time Mr. Cho scolded him for being a wimp in basketball, Jongin, the oh-so-famous eye candy in school enters the gymnasium to get to Mr. Cho, but as he did, he overheard everything he said to Kyungsoo.
And what happens?
The oh-so-famous, and one of the infamous admirers of Kyungsoo, defends him without second thoughts, that earned the younger male another lecture from the devil Mr.Cho and a no to their request for help to promote their Dance Club.
It just happens that after the commotion and when Mr. Cho left the gymnasium frustratingly for half of the class doesn't know how to play basketball properly, Baekhyun popped out from his side, annoyingly and unexpectedly asked Jongin to teach them basketball, as Jongin is known to be good at playing the sport.
So Jongin agreed. The lessons started. But it ended up that half of the half class who didn't know how to play basketball at all left Jongin's free lessons, until Kyungsoo becomes the lone survivor of the torture they call basketball.
One on one tutorial with Jongin wasn't bad at all. Kyungsoo just really doesn't give a shit with this strenuous sport, until Mr. Cho, one afternoon, reminds him to do well on their practical test the week after to prove him that he's not a wimp after all.
Kyungsoo would always roll his eyes at people mistaking him as a wimp when in fact he's not a wimp despite his soft and pudgy body structure. And he's aware that he's small, but small people can be superb too, but of course, Mr. Cho doesn't know he plays billiards well that he can compete with the national team overseas. Take note, height doesn't matter at all. It just happens that Kyungsoo isn't fond of basketball.
But the most important thing he's grateful for is, Jongin is here to help him with his problem, though it really isn't a serious problem, he only needs to pass his P.E class, so he agreed with the lessons. Jongin should feel lucky for he's the only guy out of twenty and above male and female population seeking for his feelings to have a rare chance like this to be with him for the longest period of time.
