One Night Stand

Alarm Bells

Uploaded: 12/3/2019

Re-uploaded: 2/28/2021

He couldn't quite shake the feeling of being watched wherever he went, whether it was the store, the football field, or even back to his own dorm. Type figure he was being overly paranoid, and decided to just shrug it off. At least...that's what he did for about three days. Then he started noticing Nine standing close by, just watching. When Type would turned to look at him, the senior would pretend to be looking elsewhere, and even strike up conversations with people. Type had no idea if Nine knew those people or not.

The only thing he knew for sure was he was positive he was being stalked.

Type peeked around the corner, grimacing when he saw Nine talking with one of the juniors on the football team. Alarm bells were ringing in the back of his mind. Now that Nine's attention wasn't on him, Type could see what Techno had been talking about. Nine was talking to Can, watching him like predator does prey, an unholy gleam in his eyes.

Type ignored his own discomfort and strode over, throwing an arm around Can's shoulders. "Hey, P'Nine. What's up? Wanna play some football?"

For a split second, there was a startled look in Nine's eyes, but it vanished so quickly Type wasn't sure he'd seen it at all. "Oh, Type!" Nine was happy to see him. "We were just talking about you! According to Nong Can here, you're the best on the team."

Can nodded when Type gave him a questioning look. "I don't know about that. There's plenty of kick ass players on the team. Take Ae for example," Type turned, nodding his head in Ae's direction. The guy was practicing kicking the ball in the goal. "He barely has to aim, and he always makes his target." He turned back to Nine, an easy smile on his face, hiding the way the senior's presence was making his stomach tie up in knots. "And Can here might seem like a hyperactive albino monkey-"

"Hey!"

"-but he's quite talented out there on the field. I'm proud to have them both as my juniors."

Can shut his mouth, looking up at Type with a wide-eyed expression.

Type winked at him. "Did you need something?"

"Oh, no," Nine shook his head, eyes straying back to Ae. "Um...I caught sight of people on the field and was curious. I remember watching a few games when I still attended here. Feels nostalgic."

Nostalgic my ass. You're here to perve on the juniors. Type didn't show his fury and fear on his face, instead still smiling. "I'll probably be the same way when I graduate." I hope to God I'm nothing like you.

Nine smiled even wider, nodding. "It's hard to let go of the past. Well, I'll probably see you later. I can see Aim waiting for me." He waved and turned away, walking towards a young girl, waiting for him with a smile.

Type's smile vanished, replaced by a disgusted expression. "Can, don't let me catch you alone with that guy ever again. You hear me?"

Can was surprised. "Why? All we were doing was talking."

"Just trust me on this," was all Type would say about it. He had no proof, so how could he just say he felt like the guy would try to molest Can first chance he got? "Now, get out there and practice. Where's Techno?"

"P'No hasn't shown up yet," Can answered, still wondering why Type was so against Nine. But one last look at Type's face told Can not to argue with him. He hurried out on the field, snagging the ball away from Ae and the two of them practiced passing the ball and dribbling before shooting on the goal.

Type was agitated. He looked around for Techno one more time, and his gaze fell on Can's boyfriend, Tin. Maybe he'll listen without asking unnecessary questions. Type glanced at Can, making sure the kid's attention was elsewhere, and walked up into the stands to talk with Tin.