happy // shareef o'neal. [on hold]

no bullshit.

sweat rolled down ky's back as he breathed heavily through his nose. he was tired as fuck. their coach had worked them hard today and all he wanted to do was get to his apartment and into his bed. he felt someone nudging him and he looked up from his position on the floor and saw his teammate and good friend, demario. he held out his hand which ky took and stood up. "you look tired as shit." he said chuckling while ky flipped him off. "i am. coach went in today man." demario nodded, he felt the lingering effects of today's practice. all he wanted to do was go home to his wife and children. "come on man, let's go in the ice." ky groaned but complied. the ice bath would probably help with the muscle aches.

ky packed up his sports bag, humming to himself. the ice bath had definitely helped and he was feeling good, if not just a bit tense. other players had left but a few still lingered around the area, most likely getting a few more hours of workout before heading home. "hey, i'll catch you later aight?" ky nodded and dapped demario up. "tell tam and those lil' monsters you call kids i said wassup." demario nodded in agreement. "don't do my kids man." ky chuckled and picked up his sports bag, walking with demario to the parking lot and to his car. he got and sighed before closing his eyes. the silence was nice. a soft ding went off and ky opened his eyes. well that was nice while it lasted. he looked at the notification and groaned before deciding to put his phone on silent.

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daniels siblings💪🏾🌊

sigh-air🐥 added khalil🤒

khalil🤒: uhh what is this?

amariwiththedrip😷: nigga what you think? it's our groupchat.

double-d🥶: don't forget to add him to the actual family gc sai.

sigh-air🐥: okay, i will

IMESSAGE

daniels in tha house👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

sigh-air🐥 added khalil🤒

ky started his car up. he wanted his bed. he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. as he was driving, he phone began to ring and he checked the caller id and smiled. the name milan🔐🤤 stared back at him and he immediately answered. "hey baby, wassup?" he couldn't contain the smile on his face as he spoke to his girlfriend. she giggled and smiled, sensing ky's happiness through the line. "hey baby. how are you? how was practice?" he was giddy. this girl man. "i'm good baby, how are you? how was your day? but uhh practice was practice. coach went extra hard on us today." "i'm also good ky. my day wasn't bad. i sold a painting to some lady that wanted it for her husband. that was about it." her background was noisy and he squinted his eyes wondering where she was that was so loud. "that's good baby, i'm proud of you." she blushed even though he couldn't see it. she liked it when he praised her or said things like he was proud of her. ky pulled into his apartment parking lot and turned off the car, grabbing his things and heading to the elevator, pressing his floor. he lived in a nice apartment building that had tight security and mostly private access to apartments. not everyone could just walk in and visit. he talked with milan for a while when he settled inside. they spent about an hour on the phone before she had to go quickly which had him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. she never cut their calls so abruptly.