𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔭 /\ k.s.j + j.j.k

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the smell of deodorant armoured seokjin's frame as he walked out of the men's changing rooms, a boresome expression plastered on. begrudgingly, he shuffled to the football court and saw everyone else - including jungkook -, as he arrived at another late session. nevertheless, seokjin still made it earlier than last week, but the fact that he was late still hadn't changed, no doubt the coach was not going to let it slide.

he heard the whistle blow from afar and hurried a bit.

"okay team, i hope we all know that by the end of this semester, we will be playing in the finals, but of course, we need to practice for the matches. last year, was not our brightest moment, neither the year before, " some of the players nodded remembering the terrible season they had before summer, "but we should move on, we need to move on and become better, so, i've come up with more efficient methods i think will definitely improve most of our skills," when coachman (seokjin didn't bother to keep in mind of his name) stood out the way, the same as several boys stood back, he saw a whiteboard on wheels that looked to have been purchased very recently by the way it's board was squeaky clean. it had the pitch laid out with the players' numbers marked on it and arrows to show where they were going, with the pieces of advice written on the side only the coach could read aloud, being so up close.

the next 15 minutes they spent listening to the pens making odd squeaky sounds each time it made contact with the board, half of the team almost dreaming or committed, which seokjin wished everyone was like that, but soon deplored that thought as he was being hypocritical.

they all got up when the dull loud voice of coachman ordered them to use the advice, go off and practice.

once again, he ordered jungkook and jin to learn in the identical place as before. hurryingly, jungkook ran to the shed, grabbed a ball, and persevered to speed to the grassy field.

seokjin looked up to the sky as jungkook was coming, and noticed how the sky above was a similar weathering as it was last week; full of only clouds that had the illusion that it was navy blue and about to provoke a rainstorm. although, jin saw over the past week that whenever it was like this, the rain never came.

thuds of running steps approached and jin returned his vision on jungkook who had a bright pink football under his arms with bright pink cheeks along, "pink was the only one left."

"who cares?"

jungkook dropped the ball and passed it to jin, "do you remember what i taught you last week?"

"you sound like my history teacher,"

"well, i am teaching you, no?" jungkook stared down at the ball, waiting for seokjin to pass back with the correct methods he said previously. realising himself holding up the practising, jin kicked the ball, using the inner side of his foot.

"good, you remembered. to be honest, it's really to remember,"

"hey, i'm a natural at remembering stuff." commented seokjin.

"do you remember hitting me in the balls?"

the memory replaying in his mind, seokjin chortled and nodded his head. the ball was passed to him again, catching it without stumbling like he did multiple times before.

"wow, you're learning,"

"psssht, like you said, it's easy to memorise," however, when jin kicked the ball this time, somehow it ended up rolling to his exact right side, "see? i'm. a. natural." he said pronouncing all vowels. 

jungkook laughed airily, making his way to achieve the ball.

"so, do you do anything else other than football?" asked seokjin, bored. 

"why, d'you think my purpose in life is sports?"

"is it?" jungkook chuckled repeatedly shaking his head.

"no, i have a life," he arrived at his original spot and kicked the ball towards seokjin effortlessly, a little admiration found seokjin. they kicked the ball back and forth (a few mistakes were made but not drastic ones) without making any effort to start a conversation. the less-skilled-boy tried his best not to follow the same road to hitting any unfortunate areas.

it seemed as if half an hour passed when they had to be called in, not for the end of lessons but just to call back, but seokjin didn't really want to and zoned out for the whole confrontation.

ooo

back at their field, only jungkook and seokjin and seokjin and jungkook. the damp air moistened the grass, resulting in a few slip ups whilst returning to their spot.

jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, irking to ask the question he was itching to know, "why was taehyung around you today?"

the ball rolled towards jin, "oh, nothing, he was being really annoying about... asking a question."

lacking, jin kicked the ball back, jungkook raising another question, "what... what was the question? if you dont mind me asking."

"something dumb like, um," seokjin kept his focus on the ball, ready for it to roll to him.

"asking me out," he mumbled, which went unheard by jungkook.

"pardon?" jungkook quivered, he hoped was a result from the cold.

"asking, me, out" seokjin slowed down.

unintentionally, jungkook hit the ball too hard, causing jin to miss it. he, jungkook, shouted sorry after.

the whistle blew, calling them in.

ooo
sorry the end of the chapter was lacking :( im sort of loosing interest in writing lmao because, for some reason, im distancing myself away from bts :| as of that, updates will be extremely slow :((