Friday, 7:40 pm

Jiyong never liked warming-up, but he especially hated them when they were the guest team. In New York, he knew that the only thing stood between him and the failure was the order in which he tied his shoes (before the left one then the right one) and the number of field turns he made (four in clockwise and four in counterclockwise) before he was ready to play. His teammates never made fun of him. Every rugby player was superstitious, especially the captains.

Trying to focus, Jiyong made his rituals, before he went to the center of the field. While still warming-up, the excitement became boredom and he started to think about Taeyeon and all the things he wanted to do with her at the hotel. Usually he put aside that thoughts until the match finished but that night he couldn’t. his desire turned from a whisper to a scream while he was imagining of undressing Taeyeon from her jacket, showing her white shirt with those little buttons that…”
“Kwon, wake up!”

Jiyong blinked at the sound of his coach Yang Hyun-Seok.
“What the hell happened?”
“I’m sorry.”-he apologized.”I lost the focus for a moment.”
“You lost the focus? What kind of stupid excuse is this?”
“It won’t happen again.”
“You can be sure that it won’t happen again. because if it happens…”
He didn’t complete his threat. Jiyong nodded shortly.
“I understand.”
“Then bring your in the field and open your eyes. We can’t lose.”

Jiyong ret