Jongin hangs a white towel around his neck and picks up his sportsbag before draping an arm around Sehun and leading him out the double doors. He’s extremely sweaty and there’s an eerie glint in his eyes that the maknae immediately becomes wary of. Sehun attempts to squirm out of his captain’s grasp but fails miserably – Jongin is far too strong.

“So, first-year, what were you saying?”

Is Sehun seeing things or has Jongin suddenly become a demon? His captain’s face has suddenly turned dark, and fire erupts in vicious spurts in the background from Sehun’s vision. The first-year setter pales considerably. “…Nothing, nothing, captain-!”

Sehun suddenly finds himself getting shoved by a brutal force. He’d have ended up crashing into the side of the corridor if not for Jongin, who doesn’t barge at all and stands firm against the mysterious form.

“Hmm?” A giant (even by their standards) peers down at them, a sports bag slung over his shoulder, and his gaze stone cold. His arms are covered by his school jacket, but the sheer force of the push itself is an indication to the raw strength he possesses. The corners of his mouth are pulled down slightly, and his blonde hair is pulled back from his face with a thin hairband – altogether, he looks like he’d be more at home on a runway than in a gymnasium packed with sweaty boys.

“Yifan, don’t intimidate the others! We haven’t even gotten to the first round yet!” Another boy approaches them, propping an elbow on the first boy’s – Yifan’s – shoulder casually. He’s easily as tall as Yifan, and his voice is a scary mismatch of thirty-year-old chain smoker and fifteen-year-old baby face. The newcomer smiles and Sehun immediately takes that comment back. He looks like a demented doll.

The newcomer and Yifan are suddenly assaulted by a smaller boy, one the same size, approximately, of Kyungsoo. His brown hair is slicked back messily, and if Sehun’s not mistaken, has a smudge of eyeliner decorating his lids. This boys’s  voice is as shocking as the old newcomer’s (?) voice, as though someone dripped acid down their throats as children. “Chanyeol! Yifan! Our match is starting soon, so you better not disappear again, retards.”

The tall newcomer – now identified as Chanyeol – and Yifan spare each other a glance before slinking off towards the court; the eyeliner boy still latched onto their backs securely.

Sehun and Jongin share an incredulous look. That height had been unmatched in the teams who’re proceeding on to the second round, and gauging by their strength and the build of their bodies, they’d be formidable opponents.

What interesting creatures. Jongin his head slightly as he glances back at the retreating backs of the three boys. Their jackets are black and red in colour, with the name “Gangcheol High Volleyball team” on the back.

Title: Volley

Characters: Sehun (Main), Jongin, Luhan, all exo members.

Pairing: Mostly platonic relationships, slight hunhan

Length: Three-shot (approx. 15k)

Prompt: Haikyuu!! / Kuroko's Basketball (kinda)

Genre: Sports, Action, Family, Friendship

Warnings: Some swearing, but not much.

A/N: First chapter should be up by this week! Also I really really recommend Haikyuu!! as an anime because... it exceeded all my expectations and made me stay up till 4am typing this beast. Also, I wanted to try writing Luhan in a... slightly different way HAHA.

Disclaimer: The information about Volleyball in this fic is 98% from Haikyuu!! and 2% from Phys. Ed.

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