“I wanna make a bet.” Baekhyun said, a challenging grin set on his face.

“A bet?” Chanyeol rested an arm on the wall of lockers leaning in closer to the shorter. “And what would this bet be on?”

“I bet that I could make a team that will beat you and your team in a baseball game.” Baekhyun spoke in full confidence.

Chanyeol laughed in amusement, the sound drawing attention to the kids around them. “Are you serious, Sweats?”

“Completely.” Baekhyun answered back.

Chanyeol halted his laughing, looking down at the shorter whose eyes stared at him with an intense fire that seemed to magnify due to his dark rimmed eyes. It’s not like Chanyeol feared anything of him losing. He saw what the diva could do. And who was he to back down from a bet?

“Fine.” The captain agreed. “I will give you seven weeks until I play you and your supposed team.”

“Seven weeks is more than enough for you to prepare to get your kicked.” Baekhyun's stare didn’t back down from that of the pitcher.

“You’re pretty confident in yourself, Sweats.” Chanyeol scanned the other’s face. “And what is the price of this bet?”

“Winner gets to make the loser do whatever they want. No restrictions.”

No restrictions?" Chanyeol pondered on the terms before nodding his head in agreement. “Alright. Call. I hope you get ready for what I have in store for you, Sweats.”

“I could say the same.”