"Just pass The Damn ball, What is wrong with you I'm open, I can score from my spot, it's open can't you see that?"

Minho screamed at his childhood friend as they were playing soccer like they always do, the man didn't answer back, he knew that it was Minho's way to get the stress out of his system 

"Sorry didn't you see there bro" the young man apologised running back to his position. Minho is competitive, everybody knew that, but this wasn't competitiveness, this was anger, it was too obvious but they let him be, they knew he was badly hurt inside and he needed a space to breathe, sports seemed to be his way to breathe.

Minho went back to his position playing roughly again and at some point he pushed one player way too hard that made the judge use his whistle. The game stopped for few seconds before the injured man stood up "What was that Minho?" He screamed looking at the judge for support "We know that you have just lost your friend but you don't have to act like a jerk about it" the guy took the dirt off his shorts and looked back at Minho, his eyes were burning is anger "DON'T YOU EVER BRING HIM UP LIKE THAT AGAIN" Minho said before he almost knocked the guy out on the ground 

When it was all over, Minho' s childhood friend was putting ice cubes on Minho's now swollen leg "Now you can't even play" 

"Sorry Man" 

"Don't say sorry to me bro, it's you who should be sorry for yourself" the Man sighed and went to sit next to Minho on the bench "I understand" he worded "I really do, but you can't expect everyone to understand too, I mean I'm here for you and I'll help you through just ... take is easy on yourself "