"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the nee...
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I finish emptying the last bag of chips into a clear blue bowl on the coffee table when I hear the doorbell ring.
"Coming!"
I open the door and in comes Yoongi, with a crate of beers in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other. He's wearing his team's basketball jersey and a pair of skinny jeans, the usual attire when we get together to watch a game.
"I know you said you'd get both of us dinner but I felt bad about making you pay for all of it so I brought ice cream for dessert" He says, motioning to the paper bag.
"Yah, you didn't have to! Thanks though, just put it in the fridge so it won't melt" I thank him, and he obliges.
He joins me in the living room and kicks his feet up on the coffee table, only after putting a cushion underneath it. "So how's it looking so far?" he asks, pointing at the TV screen.
"Both teams are pretty determined, but I'm saying Mavs will win" I open two bottles of beer and hand one over to him.
"So put your money where your mouth is then" he says, defiantly.
"You wanna bet again? Should I remind you of your current losing streak against me"
"I intend to break that streak today. If Mavs lose, you have to cover my shift next time I ask you to"
"Okay, and what if Rockets lose?"
"Then I'll do the same for you" He takes a loud gulp from his beer.
"Oh, it's ON Min Yoongi" I state, switching our attention back to the TV as the game starts.
The first half goes by surprisingly fast, both teams are constantly upping each other, and the atmosphere is intense. Yoongi and I are immersed in the game, screaming and cheering at the screen, and we've already finished one crate of beer. The chinese takeout I ordered for us tasted particularly amazing, although that could be down to the alcohol too.
We're watching the last few minutes of the fourth quarter, Mavs and Rockets are tied, and I swear we could both break through my sofa with the way we're gripping the end of our seats. The referee calls a travel foul at one of the Rockets' players.
"COME ON MAN, THAT WAS NOT TRAVELING. FUCKING IDIOTS!" Yoongi screams in fury.
"That was DEFINITELY travel, ball's over to the Mavs buddy" I inform him, sarcastically patting him on the back.
The players move swiftly and Mavs score a three from an impressive distance. Everyone in the stadium goes wild, including myself from my own living room.
"FUCK YEAH! LET'S FUCKING GOOOO! TWELVE SECONDS ON THE CLOCK" I cheer in Yoongi's face.
"SHUT UP BEFORE I KNOCK YOUR BEER OUT OF YOUR HAND, THIS ISN'T OVER!"
But, indeed, it is over. The Mavs score yet again. The gap is now five points wide and there is no physical time for Rockets to overtake. The referee blows the whistle, and I jump from the sofa in joy.
"DALLAS MAVERICKS TAKE THE WIN HOME, HOUSTON CRIES IN DEFEAT! MIA WINS YET AGAIN, THE CROWD GOES WILD!" I exclaim, making roaring sounds and pretending to be the center of the universe.
"Ughhhh we get it, just please don't ask me to cover one of your Thursday shifts" Yoongi pleads, finishing his fourth beer and chucking it in the bin.
"We'll see about that, Min" He lays back on the couch and switches channels, and I grab my phone to look through my apps once again. I see a new message notification from Tinder and decide to read it, but to my disappointment it's just another terribly overused pickup line, and sigh in dismay.
"God, I wish having sex was more like basketball."
"What do you mean?" Yoongi looks at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.
"Like a physical act, two people should be able to have sex like they're playing basketball. Noone feels the need to take the opponent out on a date. They just play to enjoy it, and go."
"Oh, Yeah, yeah, I get you." he nods in agreement.
I walk over to the kitchen to grab another bottle of beer from the fridge.
