1. Matchday        "It feels good to be back in school again, finally our crew is complete and we can work on new techniques, especially on incisive throws", Suho said, as he walked alongside Jongin through the hallway of their high school. The school was their personal kingdom.    He tossed the football he had carried in his hands into the air and strutted swiftly forward to catch the ball gracefully. Then he walked backwards to face their quarterback, just to witness his friend checking out some condisciple.   Again.    The football team was the pride of the school - the flagship, the poster boys everyone talked about, every girl wanted to date.    Being a successful player will increase the chance to get a scholarship at the most prestigious universities under the sun significantly.  Relationships, however, would distract them, so they made a pact that none of them would date until they graduate. Up to the day on that they receive the certification of completion.    "Didn't you miss our training session, too?", he asked the boy with perfectly sun-kissed tan, as he chucked the ball towards his team mate, while waiting for an answer.  He didn't like being ignored by his teammate.    Jongin, not a moment to soon, caught the ball and pressed it against his torso, making it look like he was protecting it from their opposing team with physical play. Were it not for his fast reactions, the ball would have hit a fellow student's head unbraced.    An attractive one into the bargain, a potential partner for an one-night stand.    Kim Jong In was picky.    He has preferences, an individual predator-prey system. People were either applicable or fumble for his taste. Never would he adept them, not for all the money on the world.    "Of course, I did! Compared to you I regularly visited the Gym to keep my body in shape, I also worked on my stamina. It's mid-summer after all. Work on your abdominal muscles or look for another buddy to visit the beach", he teased Joonymeon, their leader and ambassador, as he twisted the ball in his hands, examining the oval-shaped auburn football.  How many times did he train together with his dad in the back of their garden for the perfect pitch?    "Yah! Kim, freaking, Jongin, show some manners!", he complained and attacked the taller boy. Taking the moment of surprise as an advantage, he pulled Kai in a headlock. With his hands he ruined the hairstyle of his friend.    "Yah! Keep your hands for yourself!", he punched his friend into the ribs playfully. Luckily he was released immediately.    "Be nice!", Suho pouted and dodged the following punch swiftly. Jongin hates pouting.      At the end of the corridor they reached their destination - the cafeteria.     "Lovely Day, guys. Today is an exhibition game set with the team from another school from Busan. I heard their players are fragile, like girls!", Chanyeol said languorously as he put his tray on the table taking the seat between Kai and Suho. Immediately he started to gobble his food, attacking with his fork every peace of meat he had.   "Imagine straddling on them, throw yourself at them and pin their hands above their heads. Envisage their defenseless expression when you press your body against theirs, the grass that frames their face and taints their white, innocent uniform or when a scream escapes their lungs when they are captured by the boss, the record-holding champions. The victorious smile when you bent down to pick up the ball. Their whine, because of the friction y