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The boy beside me chuckled quietly as I sat cross-legged beside him, "Never thought i'd live to see the day the Princess gets benched. So what happened, sweetcheeks?"
I cast him a short glance, nearly falling off balance at how good he looked. The boy beside me had the looks of a carved angel- and no, not the chubby type-, I swear. He was so ethereal. His every facial feature was defined and in every way chiselled. One word to describe him: Handsome.
"I got snitched," I grumbled, sighing dramatically to the pretty boy beside me.
His eyes twinkled, "Nasty. So who's the snake?"
"Min fucking Yoongles tongles," I sniffed in disdain.
He smiled in amusement, "What did he snitch about?"
I threw my hands up, "The tendon injury."
"Ah," he nodded his head, as if understanding something I didn't, "Maybe it was a good idea to have you benched. I had a very bad gut-feel that something was going to go terribly wrong when I heard you were playing last week."
"But I never had a problem with it since ten," I pointed out, "The bad gut-feel might not be about something happening to me as an individual, maybe it means that team was going to lose the game?"
"Not that I want them to lose the game," I added.
He gave me a mocking offended side-glance and a wry smile, "Do you not trust my gut-feel anymore? I know we aren't together anymore, but I didn't expect us to be this distant."
Lee Taeyong is my Captainship predecessor, and he is also a very sweet and affectionate man, but he gets competitive and aggressive pretty easily. We dated awhile back, but things just were not meant to be for us, I suppose. Someone started spreading a rumor that I was hooking up with Vernon when we were together and Taeyong got beyond pissed. He broke it off with me even before clarifying the whole issue, which made me a little angry at that point.
"Stop playing that card with me," I wagged my finger at him playfully.
"Or else?" he leaned towards me teasingly.
"I'll kick you out of the club," I tapped the shining Captain badge that was clipped neatly on my school blazer, "The exact same way you kicked Kim Namjoon out."
"Ass," he shoved me lightly, "I did it because I had to save the basketballs from all miraculously turning flat with one bounce. I didn't kick him out for fun."
