Chapter 3
How did we end up here? (Yuwin)Winwin (@Winko89)
Hey
good luck at the game today
I'll be watching
so don't up
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Thanks for your wise words
of encouragement
Winwin (@Winko89)
But seriously
You're going to do great
So don't sweat it
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Thanks
I kinda needed that
Winwin (@Winko89)
You're welcome
So how is your day so far
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Good
other then a freshman
spilling soup on me
Winwin (@Winko89)
Oh
Rip that poor soul
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
More like rip my pants
I had to walk around for the whole day
with a patch of tomato soup
on my leg
The worst was that it was still
uncomfortably warm
Winwin (@Winko89)
Damn
I shoulda taken a picture
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
I would literally choke you
Winwin (@Winko89)
You seem to forget that
Some people want to be choked
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
…
Do you?
Winwin (@Winko89)
I think I just died a little
but
no I treasure
air thank you very much
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Just asking
You never know
Winwin (@Winko89)
I have a frail body
so I'm pretty sure
if someone even touched
my throat my body would
collapse in on itself
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Whale then
Winwin (@Winko89)
Did you just
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
What?
Winwin (@Winko89)
“Whale then”
What are you?
13?
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
What's wrong with it?
Winwin (@Winko89)
How are you only one year older then me?
Are you educated in the world of texting?
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
I don't really text that often
Winwin (@Winko89)
I just spit out my damn tea
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
You drink tea?
Winwin (@Winko89)
That's not the ing point
You are literally one of the most popular and hottest people
at this trash school
and you don't text that often?
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
I usually text like a couple friends
And talk to the rest
I also usually reject numbers
Winwin (@Winko89)
Why?
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
People usually like me for the looks
and popularity
Winwin (@Winko89)
Yikes
That's sad and deep
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Its fine
So you text a lot?
Winwin (@Winko89)
Omg
I at the bottom of the totem pole
And I text all the ing time
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Well then you have a lot of friends
Winwin (@Winko89)
That's funny
You're funny
Winwin (@Winko89)
Oh
I gotta go
But I will be there
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
But I won't see you
Winwin (@Winko89)
That's the point
But don't worry because
oh I can't believe I'm going to say this
bear with me here
if it makes you feel any better
over this past week
texting you has made me fall even deeper
which I didn't think was possible
Now I gotta go
before I combust into flames
Yuta.N (@Takoyakiprince)
Thank you
Sicheng groaned into his jacket.
“ isn't good for the soul.” Ten said, applying eyeshadow while looking the mirror. Sicheng lifted his head from his jacket.
“Then you must be in some deep from the way you look at Johnny.” Sicheng smirked when Ten blushed a bright red and went back to applying his makeup.
“So what happened now?” Yukhei said, his deep voice filling the room.
“Just Sicheng and his crush.” Jisung replied.
“Shut up.” Sicheng yelled.
“You know.” Yukhei said, while munching on a cookie, “I can get Jungwoo to introduce you to Yuta.”
“That's a horrible idea because first off,” Sicheng started, “I can't speak to the boy without having a ing seizure and second, you and Jungwoo would be making out in a corner somewhere, leaving little me alone to die.” Yukhei rolled his eyes.
“You're going to have to confront him sometime.”
“My life motto is to run away from confrontations.” Sicheng replied taking a bite of a cookie.
“We are up in five.” Taeyong said to the group. Sicheng began stretching on the floor.
“Jaehyun.”
“What?” The latter said, pulling out an earbud.
“I’m going to stay and watch the game afterwards.” Jaehyun lifted an eyebrow.
“Why?” Jaehyun said, tilting his head. Sometimes he was too dense for his own good. Sicheng bit his lip.
“Because I promised Yuta I would watch.” Jaehyun's jumped up and pinched Sicheng’s cheeks.
“Look my child is growing up.” Sicheng slapped his hands away.
“I will end you.” Sicheng deadpanned.
“We are up.” Taeyong yelled. Sicheng got up and dusted off his pants, checking his makeup one last time before heading out.
“Good luck!” He heard Yukhei and Jaehyun yell.
The group walked in and Sicheng tried not to smile when crowd started cheering. He look towards where their team sat and saw Yuta with a towel and water bottle, watching them as they walked in. Sicheng bit his lip and took a deep breath. They all got in their places. The group as a whole looked almost funny, as their ages and heights were all over the place but they made it work. The music started and the crowd on the bleachers began cheering again. The dance was a simple cover that they tweaked and manipulated into something of their own. Taeyong had run the choreography into their heads and Sicheng was sure he was never going to forget the dance. Hell he could probably dance it asleep. He probably already has.
The group split and Sicheng did an aerial in the middle. The crowd cheered even louder. They finally ended and Sicheng ran back to their dressing room.
“Holy why do you always impress me.” Jaehyun asked.
“Maybe because I'm amazing.” Sicheng said, wiping off his sweat and makeup.
“Come on.” The Chinese exchange student said, pulling the other from his seat, “I’m not going to sit out there alone like a ing loser.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes but let the other pull him. They sat at the top of the bleachers, while the more rowdy people were seated below them.
“Did you see Yuta when you were dancing I mean his eyes where all-.”
“Shut up.” Sicheng said when the whistle blew. “So you are going to have to explain to me how the this game works.” Jaehyun looked at him, narrowing his eyes.
“I'm a ing nerd do you really expect me to know how the hell this works?” Sicheng said and Jaehyun sighed.
“To be honest I don't know even the rules, but I know you have to get the ball into the basket.”
“Even I ing knew that.”
“Well I was trying to be helpful.” Sicheng rolled his eyes and focused on the court again. He could see Yuta passing and dribbling the ball to the other members. He could see the muscles move in his legs when he turned the other way and his hair was stuck to his forehead, wet from sweat. Sicheng wanted to take a picture. And hang it on his wall. Maybe frame if he had the chance.
“Might wanna close your mouth, you're attracting attention.” Jaehyun said, patting the others jaw. Sicheng hit his hand away when the crowd gasped. He looked over and Yuta was in the middle of the court, holding his leg. Sicheng grinded his teeth.
“Who the pushed him.” Jaehyun held the other down as Yuta hobbled of the court. The manager rushed over and laid an ice pack on his knee. Even from the bleachers, Sicheng could see the pain on his face.
“Somebody's going to die today.” He growled.
“Okay why don't we focus back on the game?”
“How the am I supposed to focus when the reason I came here is currently sitting out because his knee is broken?”
“Sicheng I don't think-.”
“Look at him.”
“Sicheng.”
“Look. At. Him.”
Jaehyun sighed an buried his face in his hands.
“Why does everyone think you are an angel when you are 180 centimeters of pure angst and sass?”
“Beats me.”
Yuta sat on a chair, holding the ice pack on his knee. He winced as he tried to move the pack to the side.
“How is it?” Doyoung asked, sitting beside him.
“Probably sprained.” Yuta sighed. “Might be out for a couple weeks.” Doyoung put a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
“You did your best.” Yuta rested his head on his hand and watched the game. He looked into the bleachers and saw a boy from the dance team, hitting his friend on the chest. He was the one who did a flip during the dance.
“Doyoung.”
“Hmm?”
“Who's the boy sitting at the top of the bleachers?”
“The one smacking the dude?”
“Yes.”
Doyoung shrugged. “I don't know, but I know he’s a Chinese exchange student.”
“He’s cute.” Yuta mumbled and immediately regretted his action. Doyoung turned to face the other at the speed of light.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.”
“Say it dickwad.” Doyoung said, holding a water bottle in the air, getting ready to strike.
“Okay okay.” Yuta sighed. “He's pretty cute.”
“I don't care if you're injured but you better be telling me about this later you er.” Yuta laid back on the chair and sighed.
Only god can help me now
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