secret ᝰ jk.s

⸙ chapter 2

⊱⋅HIM⋅⊰
min yoongi

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since that happened where he just suddenly hugged me from the back and confessed, i still don't know what to say nor feel. i'm calm and just.. i don't know. i'm walking down the hall when some girl bumped me.

"ah, sorry- huh?" the girl with black bob hair looked at me in squint eyes. my gaze moved to the familiar boy with another girl beside him, "aren't you jeongguk's manager?"

the pretty girl in pigtails' has her arms wrapped around jeongguk's arm and spat, "you don't look scary to me."

jeongguk was going to say something when i quickly walk passed them. yep, he must be fooling around. it looks like his in a relationship with that pretty girl who's wrapping her arms around his arm.

argh, who cares?!

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i was in the middle of carrying boxes to put it in the storage room when i heard the team were gossiping about jin-hyung. i slowed my pace, sharpen my hearings, and listened carefully.

"i heard seokjin have been hanging out with a girl lately,"

"oh? i saw her yesterday with him! she looks cute, they look good together."

"is she a 2nd year?"

"oof!" i bumped on someone, causing the stuffs in the box to fall on the ground, and me who's about to fall but got quickly catched.

"be careful," jin-hyung wore a worry look, and i quickly got off from his grip. i can feel my face hot, and my heart beating nonstop.

"t-thank you," looking down.

he grins and pat my hair, "let's pick these things up."

"no, no," i shaked my head and smiled, "your girlfriend must be waiting for you! let me do this."

he raised his eyebrows, "oh, so you knew i'm with someone? how come?"

i widen my eyes and i felt my heart crashed to pieces. damn, i guessed it right and i sound like a stalker now. i scratched my nape and pushed a smile.

"because she's-" before i finish my words, i heard a girly squeal, and they quickly jump on jin-hyung.

"jagi!" she hugged him tightly, seokjin-hyung also did, and here i am watching them (bitterly).

seokjin-hyung introduced me to her, and her to me. they bid goodbye and left the gym as a chin placed on my forehead causing me to flinch.

"if only you can see your face right now," the familiar voice spat, and rest his hands on my shoulders. i sighed heavily, turned my back, and stood away from him causing me to step on a stuff, then slipped.

my butt made an impact on the floor, it hurts. i ache in pain, and glared at him. he snickered and helped me got up. i quickly get the things from the floor and put it on the box.

"what do you need?" i asked him without looking at his face.

he just answered a hum and helped me get the things.

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it's break time. i was in the picnic table, writing down notes, and can't get seokjin-hyung with the girl out of my mind. suddenly, a boy sat beside me. he rest his arms, lay his head on the table, and look at me.

"are you thinking about the captain, noona?" he asked blankly as usual, and my eyebrows met.

"so?"

he moved his head on the other side and hummed, "so it means you still like him,"

i ignored the last sentence he said and continued writing on my notes, then i felt a warm thing landed on my cheeks and it made me stood frozen for a second.

did he just.. kissed my cheek?!

"how annoying," he spat as our eyes met and lock eachother's gaze, "you're thinking of him and not me."

i can't help but to blush, "i swear to god you better stop this weird actions or else i'll definitely kick your ass!"

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the players were playing until i whistled my whistler causing them to stop and slack off. the right time the coach came, "ah, yoonji."

i looked at the smaller old man (50's), "coach."

"before i forget," he patted my back, "there'll be a tournament next week."

"n-next week?!" them, the players.

i touched my chin, and looked at my foot. well, that's unexpected. i guess we'll practice 4 hours a day to get ready for the tournament. that'll be enough, right? before i notice the coach had already left.

i clapped, "alright! i decided you all should practice 4 hours a day, no buts! go back to practicing and win the tournament next week!"

"te!" them, the players.

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it's the day of tournament, the other school's team is kinda below the level of our school team, their players are good but ours are great, so nothing to worry much about. i gripped my board as i watch my team closely.

"cocky brat, i won't let you pass!" the player from the other school said to jeongguk who is wearing a blank expression.

jeongguk jumped high to shoot the ball, it shooted, and his landing on the floor was loud. i heard one of the player of our team with worrying look,"oi, is your ankle okay?!"

jeongguk swiped the sweat from his forehead, and ignored them. the coach whistled, they quickly got back to their respectful spot which is the players' bench.

i quickly approached jeongguk, "be careful."

he blankly looked at me, and drink his water. swiping the sweat from his face using his white towel. the coach whistled, the game continues.

the ball first caught by jin-hyung, he passed it on jeongguk. now jeongguk is the target of the enemy. i looked at the time and it's only 8 seconds left to shoot the ball.

i clenched my hands and use my lungs out to shout, "you better shoot the ball or i'll punish you!!"

the people looked at me in weird way while the other players were looking at me in terrified way, "how scary.."

i gulped, and watch jeongguk closely shooting the ball in the basket- it missed! oh god, way to go.. i just sunk my pride, asshole.

in the end, we still won.

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i saw jeongguk on the bench of the lockeroom (gym's male lockeroom with bathrooms), i sat infront of him where there is another bench.

his face were poker, "this is the male's lockeroom-"

"atleast you're not stripping, and let me see your ankle." i annoyingly looked at him.

"i'm fine, this is nothing," still in his poker face.

i glared at him, "just look at that! it's swollen!" i pointed his ankle, and grabbed it.

"a-ah!" he ache in pain, furrowing his eyebrows slightly, "i said i'm fine."

i sighed heavily and open the first aid kit i carried from here, "stay still." i started to treat his swollen ankle.

"noona," he called, "i missed the shoot."

without looking at him, "yeah? so?"

"aren't you gonna punish me?" he boredly looked at me, the word punish came out wrong on his mouth. i stopped treating his ankle for a moment and looked at him, i can tell i'm blushing.

"shut up!" i said in annoyed tone and continued to treat his ankle, "atleast you gave your best.. or you just did that on purpose!"

he didn't answered back. i can feel him watching me do the work, and i can't stop my heart from beating fast as time passed.