Arms oddly like home
That infuriating chunk of muscleIt was a first for Soonyoung. He stared, lips pursed into a thin line, at the lone figure standing at the middle of the crowded basketball court. They were people screaming and cheering, cameras flashing, and confetti flying all around them; yet despite the chaos all around them, Choi Seungcheol stood at its midst with a faraway look on his eyes. The sight alone made Soonyoung’s usual irritation for the athlete be washed away - just a teeny tiny bit. His heart constricted in pain.
Without thinking, Soonyoung made his way towards the center. He smiled at his friends from the basketball team and congratulated them on their victory. He even gave Jun a proud pat on the back. But Soonyoung was on a mission, his gaze locked on the annoying chunk of muscle; it was obvious no one could stop the dancer from approaching the latter.
Stopping just in front of the basketball team’s captain, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised a curious eyebrow. “Why the long face?” he asked. “You guys won the championship,” he stated, disinterestedly waving at the celebration all around them. “You should be bouncing up and down in joy - not sulking like kicked puppy.”
His comment got a little smile from the athlete but his shoulders were still slumped. Soonyoung couldn’t help but roll his eyes, his irritation slowly creeping back.
“Yah Choi Seungcheol!” he exclaimed, poking the other in the chest. “You should be proud of yourself,” he said, glaring daggers. “You won. You brought home the trophy. Heck! You’re even part of the mythical five,” he rambled on. “Don’t frown like a beaten up clown and freaking smile that
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