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To me, the hardest part of being a Captain was having to break up the petty fights between club members. I felt like a big fat hypocrite, especially since I was at a jarring war with one on my own, and it beat down heavily on my morals.
With the high level of testosterone and the outrageous fat egos all of my damn members seemed to have, violent disagreements were not uncommon. And for most of the time, they were over trivial matters such whether chocolate or strawberry was the better flavor. These guys clearly never tasted chocolate mint.
But no matter how silly the situation which was fought over was, tensions arouse from them. Grudges arouse from them. Ones that weren't clear to plain sight, nor apparent enough to most. I would like to say that Mark and Donghyuck kissed and made up over their petty feud, but very obviously, this was not the case. The strain between them was startlingly obvious despite their mutual get-alongs for the past few sessions. Everything seemed to be only a matter of time before what they built up collapsed again. From the concerned looks Taeyong and Sicheng had been subconsciously passing the two, they too knew that.
To be extremely honest, the worst part of knowing that a fight was going to break out was the waiting process. There was absolutely nothing you could do except worry, overthink and well, wait. With the knowledge that an impending doom was about to make it's entrance.
A few weeks ago, I had attempted seeking advice from Kim Taehyung who was the ex-Captain of the Seoul Soccers. He was someone who knew Donghyuck on a personal level, so I thought he would be able to offer helpful insights on what I could do to help the boy hate Mark a little less. But he too was helpless on this same issue, claiming that the feisty younger strongly disliked Park Jimin when he was part of the Soccer team- still do now even after quiting the club- despite all efforts Taehyung pumped in to bond them. He gave me a pat on my back and practically told me to solve my own problems, but in a nicer and friendlier way, of course. Therefore, I conclude my advice seeking mission as a failure.
A crash resounded from across the Court and the murmurings of an argument from the same corner increased in volume. My lips hardened into a thin line and i internally sighed. Damn, i am so tired.
Tossing my ball towards Jaemin, I sprinted towards the two screaming individuals.
As if to spite me, the younger of the two had spat on the ground, all while keeping an eye contact with me, "You cocky assbitches think you're that all now, huh? Reality check, dickwards, you're no better than the Seoul Soccers. I mean, your leader is an incompetent, attention-loving slut, what can i expect?"
The roar of outrage from Mark shredded all peace in the vicinity.
Taeyong lunged at the thrashing boy, holding him back and away with the assistance of Chenle, Chan, Jungkook- who had overcame his unconditional fear of the red head- and Hyunjin. Jaemin and Jeno was off to find Coach who had once again disregarded his post at the worst time. The veins in Sicheng's forehead had made it's appearance once again as the boy fought to maintain his temper. Vernon and Yoongi were by his side, trying to pull him away from the offensive younger.
