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"Min," I crossed my arms and glared at the said boy, "Why did you bring up my tendon injury with coach again?"
The brunette boy, despite being cornered, looked unfazed. He raked a hand through his fluffy hair, an irritatingly bored look on his face.
"Why? Scared that you'd lose your precious Captain title?" his lips curled up in amusement, "Don't worry, Kim. You won't lose your little badge because you miss one match."
My fists clenched, "This isn't about my Captainship, Yoongi. You knew how much I wanted to play for the finals, and you still went ahead and got me benched over an injury that hasn't made any comebacks since we were ten. Why?"
My voice rose to cresendo, effectively claiming the attention of my nosy school mates. The swarm of depressed kids littering the corridor perked up, clustering not very subtly to hear the tea.
"Because," he sneered, "You don't deserve to play on Court, Soyeon. Your lay up is trash. Your technique is so weak. And so is everything else about you."
My heart clenched, he hit the bullseye all the time and he knew exactly that. "Funny how this is all coming from the player who barely made the team," I replied pettily, praying my voice wouldn't crack or shake in mid-speech. I couldn't break down. Not here. Not now. He thrived on my misery and I'd never be able to live his mockery down. I pressed my lips together firmly, going white around my mouth.
Things weren't always like that.
Min Yoongi and I weren't always like this. In fact, we used to be somewhat the best of friends when we were a little younger and a little more carefree. But I guess, time always has it's own cruel way of tearing even the most beautiful things apart.
That's how we learn to give and take in life, I suppose.
"Guys, we're supposed to be team, man. Knock it off, will you two?" a voice spoke up from behind the crowd that had gathered about us.
A lean figure pushed through the masses, his left hand fisted, his ragged dark bangs parted smoothly on the left of his forehead. Meet Hwang Hyunjin, our team mate and ever the mediator.
"Keep your dog on a leash, won't you?" Yoongi scoffed, his eyes rolling sidewards.
Something in the other boy snapped.
"Dog?" Hyunjin's usually gentle voice took a hard edge as his obsidian eyes went cold. He barked out a laugh, "Really? Who's the bigger bitch here, Min? You or me?"
He raised his threatening fist towards the pale boy, who was smirking like he knew something no one else did. The way Yoongi manages to get on all my nerves at one shot would never fail to puzzle me. I swear I'm not an impulsive person, damn it, but everytime I see him nowadays I just wanna beat him up.
