One. Time. Thing

Chapter 3

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"TAEHYUNG!"

Taehyung's eyes darted open. The complete opposite of their state before the ball smacked him across the face.

"ow." Taehyung stated nonchalantly, proceeding to smack his lips together tiredly.

The boy was more alerted when the coach blew the whistle.

Flashback:
"Right, we have to get ready for practice after this." Jimin informed when he brought over his and Taehyung's coffee.

"Bro look at me! I hardly think coach will want me at practice." Taehyung said.

"You weren't there yesterday Tae, and coach was pissed. He was talking about benching people if they didn't show up again."

Taehyung huffed he was still basically sleeping, and hadn't even yet stood up that day, and now he had to go and play some useless basketball! "I'm over it, he can bench me if he wants." Taehyung whinged.

"You, Kim Taehyung will not leave me, on court alone, with those hormonal halfwits. Your coming even if I have to drag you to the sports suite." Jimin growled at his miserable companion.

"Right fine I'll go, you baby... God coach is such fucking tool." Taehyung spat.

"He just wants us to do our best and be 100% committed!" Jimin sucked up, walking away to get changed.

"Your such a kiss ass Jimin, honestly."

//

And that is how Taehyung ended up sleeping in the middle of his basketball practice.

He was playing defence (well technically he was dozing in the defence position) when he was abruptly woken by the ball, colliding with his cheek.

"Kim Taehyung! It's one thing not being here physically, but now your going as far to not be here even when you are here!!" The coach shouted at the newly awakened Taehyung.

"M'sorry coach it won't happen again, I just didn't get much sleep last night."

A few of the boys who knew of last nights shenanigans broke into a soft giggle from the back. They were quickly silenced by the coach's burning glare.

"Your right it won't happen again, cause if it does you'll be benched all of next season. Including regionals!" Coach spat.

Taehyung parted his lips to respond but was quickly silenced, by a frantic Jimin in his view, indicating through some dramatic throat slicing theatrics, that it was probably best to give coach the last word.

The coach now turned to the rest of the teams' cowering faces. "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!" He shouted.

A pathetic synchronised mumble, muttered, "Yes coach."

Coach's eyes scanned over the boys infront of him, his ears started to blush red.

"Where the fuck IS JEON JUNGKOOK!"

The boys looked amongst each other, incoherently muttering, "I don't know"s and "I think he was..." "I haven't seen him since..."

A loud bang was heard as the gymnasium hall door flew open, crashing against the wall behind it. Through it rushed a panting disarrayed boy, who was wearing a sort of mismatch of his regular clothes and his b-ball kit.

"I-m s-orry coach. I - eh - oh Jesus I'm out of breath." Jungkook laughed off through pants, though coach was far from amused. "you have no idea how fast I had to run to-" Jungkook looked up at coaches increasingly reddening face, he gulped and cleared his throat, "Oh shit sorry. You see coach, my- eh - my watch broke and I lost track of time...doing homework." Jungkook blurted out, finishing with a awkward smile.

Some of the boys couldn't help but burst out laughing at that. Taehyung rolled his eyes and kept quietly unamused.

"Do you think I'm and idiot boy?" Coach retorted dryly, approaching Jungkook.

Jungkook gulped, "E-erm n-no sir."

"Good. Now get yourself fixed up and GET IN LINE. That's strike 1 Mr Jeon. You don't get another! And if you are not an idiot I expect you'll be here after practice to catch up on what you missed... unless of course you have homework to do."

Oooos and chuckles rose from the team.

"Yes sir. I mean...no sir, no homework I'll be here. Thank you." Jungkook blurted out meekly, tumbling over his own words.

"It's coach." Coach corrected.

"Erm-yes coach. Sorry." Jungkook said as he retreated to the rest of the team, head lowered in humiliation.

"This is a team boys. It is cliché but there is no 'i' in team. If one of you slacks it affects all of us. I don't want to start benching people as punishment but I will if it proves to you fairies that this is serious. Regionals are right around the corner and I just don't think some of you even care!!"

Like guilty children the smug smiles were wiped off the boys' faces. Coach was harsh but fair and his words were true.

"NOW BACK IN FORMATION! And Taehyung?" Taehyung looked up at Coach, "as long as you don't have a nap scheduled perhaps you should join Jungkook after practice."

"I think I have-" Taehyung began.

"Taehyung!"

"Yes coach."
Whoopdefuckingdoo

"And Bambam-"

"Yes coach!" Bambam perked up.

"Stay after practice too son."

//

"Why do I have to stay after?" Bambam questioned innocently, as he and the boys walked back into court.

"Cause you fucking suck, dude." said Hoseok, dribbling the ball to the goal, whilst laughter emerged from those listening.