Locker Room (Hsia Yu HaoxQiu Zi Xuan History 2 Crossing The Line One-Shot)

Fantasy Becomes Reality

A/N: Hello everyone this my third History One-Shot, and upon request doing one from Crossing The Line which was a part of History 2. Anyway I am not Taiwanese, so please forgive me if I make any mistakes, but I try to keep things like their names and mannerisms close as possible to the original. Also note I don't own these characters or the original story; they belong to their respectful owners and such. Anyway hope you enjoy this one as much as my other two One-shots. Lots of love ❤

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Hsia Yu Hao was sitting in class eagerly watching the clock on the wall awaiting for the bell to ring. He was excited to go to the gym, not because of practice, but because he would be there. And that he was none other than his boyfriend Qiu Zi Xuan. Even though  Zi Xuan was about to graduate being a year ahead of Yu Hao; they decided that they would give being in a relationship a shot.  Although the relationship mostly consisted of them only having time to see each other during volleyball practice.

The bell finally rang, and Yu Hao jumped out of his seat and dashed out the door. He made it the locker room adjacent to the gym and changed his clothes. He grabbed the ball that Zi Xuan gave to him when he first joined the team and headed in the gym to practice with the rest of the team.

Yu Hao looked around the gym to see if he could spot Zi Xuan, but couldn't find him anywhere at first glance. Feeling disappointed and distracted, he missed one of the other teammates shouting 'watch out!' as a volleyball pegged him right in the head.  Yu Hao stumbled back a bit as the ball bounced of his head. He turned and glared at the person who hit him in the head. The guy who did it motioned and mouthed sorry while shrugging in shame. Yu Hao just shook his head and rolled his eyes. The old him would have beaten that kid up for less than what he did. Plus he was partially at fault himself for not paying attention.

After a few drills set out by the team captain, Zi Xuan showed up talking with one of the other managers and new manager in training of the team. The new manager was Yu Hao's friend . Both him and his step brother or the more appropriate term now boyfriend have been with Yu Hao as long as he can remember. Anyway, Yu Hao got curious and went and eaves dropped on their conversation.

Once he got way to listen in closely to their conversation he found out it wasn't even worth eavesdropping on in the first place. It was all about new practice schedules and line-ups, meets, and about getting new equipment and uniforms for the team. Yu Hao decided that practicing his form on serving would be better than listening to all that. He was about to lift up his arm to throw the ball when he felt someone grasp his waist from behind and whisper in his ear,            'You should position your body like this before you serve. It will make for a cleaner form and won't cause to much harm to your body.'

Yu Hao turned his head to see Zi Xuan leaning in close to him with his hand on his waist positioning him to where he needed to be.
    'So, like this, right?'
'Hm, looks good. Go ahead and try serving now.'

Yu Hao tossed the ball into the air and jumped serving the ball over the net. Zi Xuan smiled and nodded in approval as it landed on the other side in bounds.
    'Not bad, Yu Hao. Needs a little more improvement, but definitely has potential.'
'Are you saying that as the manager of this team or as my boyfriend?' Yu Hao teased.
    'Both, now go get cleaned up. Practice is over.'

Zi Xuan handed Yu Hao back his ball and pushed him towards the locker room. Yu Hao protested trying to stand his ground.
   'Zi Xuan, babe. Can't I stay and practice a little bit longer. We barely get to see eachother as is, and I really really miss you.'
'No, you need to go and get cleaned up and changed. Go on be a good boy and go into the locker room now.'

Yu Hao scoffed and under his breath said not thinking Zi Xuan could hear him, 'If you keep pushing me away to the locker room or wherever; I may not come back to one of these days.'