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"So what your telling me is that he's upset about you getting invited to a party everyone at the school will be at?"
Your friend Torrid pulled up her sweat pants as she annoyingly paced around the changing room.
Both of you were preparing to do your usual laps around the track and afterwards you both would work on the newest cheer given by your coach.
"Torrid, it's not that! It's because HIS jock friends would be there and he doesn't want me getting hit on.""Those fucking goons..." Both of you finished changing out and headed out to the field. You eyed Hoseok from afar and he returns a playful smirk and begin walking over.
Torrid rolls her eyes before walking to the track "Ima meet you at the track."
Her ex boyfriend is on the same basketball team as Hoseok and is none other than Min Yoongi.
He was the captain and she was a Cheerleader; the ideal High School couple.Their relationship came to an end when she found other girls numbers in his phone. It was worse because they were on the school's rival cheer team. She almost lost her place when she found out but instead left him a note in his locker that stated how done she was.
"Hey Honey Bun! Ready to cheer?!" Hoseok came over with his usually bubbly self and wrapped his long arms around you.
"Mhmm I'm ready but what were you saying over the phone this morning?" His smile drops into a playful expression and looked at you with pouty eyes. "Tell me your not going to that party tonight." Your face read a confused expression but you played into his game. "Why? I was invited as well as you were." He circled your body playfully and spun you around until you landed in his arms. "Baby, I have a surprise for you tonight and I'm not going either."
You think back to the mornings conversation and what he said "I don't want you getting hit on by the guys or anyone at the party." That was his exact words. "Ok Hoseok, We'll see." You give him a quick peck on the cheek and you both go separate ways.
You look over and see Torrid talking to Yoongi and make your way over so she doesn't explode.
"Please baby, they weren't even talking to me like that." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms at the male trying to grab her hands. "Min, If I chase you around with a knife am I trying to kill you? Or am I not trying to kill you LIKE THAT?" You walk over and pull her arm to begin walking the track
Yoongi huffs and walks back to the court and gives the team high fives in return. "So now Hoseok's telling me that he has a surprise for tonight. What do you think is really going on?" Torrid looks back at the males with suspicion as both of you began jogging.
"I think their evil asses are planning something..." Both of you completed the thirty minutes of jogging and started practicing for the upcoming game this weekend. from the corner of your eye, you seen the basketball team whispering and looking over at the cheer team. You ignored it and brushed it off as one of Hoseok's dumb ass group jokes.
The team practices the pyramid stance one more time before Torrid nudges your shoulder. "Look now..." Was all she said before speed walking past you towards the gym. You see the team captain Alex pushing herself on the whole basketball team.
She had a reputation around the school for being very aggressive towards everyone and usually tries to seduce girl's boyfriends.
Everyone thought she was definitely getting passed around but nobody said anything.
That was until you seen her leaning against Hoseok. You were going to ignore the situation until you seen his arms wrap around her waist. "Don't jump to conclusions, Don't jump to conclusions...." You chanted the Mantra over and over again trying not to get worked up over a possibly petty situation.
You calmly tried to walk past the group but couldn't ignore it any longer when she kissed Hoseok's cheek.
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