"Alright kids!" The coach yelled through the field as the boys finished their warm up. "We have an important game in a two weeks so i expect to see you all working harder than usual."

Jungkook ran a hand through his sweety hair, the black strands falling back against his forehead. He was grateful for his undercut, because it really was starting to get hot as they neared the end of the school year.

The team gathered around Seokjin and the coach in a large circle, the retired football player taking the time to explain the new strategies and telling each player what they would have to work on at home.

"You think we might win?" Jeonhal asked Jungkook, he was in defence, and one of the most uneasy guys in the team.

"Of course we can." The captain said as he slapped the other's back. "We haven't lost one match since the beginning of the semester. We'll crush them."

"You're always insecure for big matches, and we always end up winning." Hansol added with a large smile.

Their small chat was interrupted by the Lee-twins calling them to the field, Jimin was already in the goal, chatting with Hoseok, who was also in defence.

The practice started with the team splitting in two, ten players on each side, and playing a match against each other. It soon came down to the same usual interactions: Leehwan and Leechul arguing like an old married couple, Jimin teasing Hoseok when someone made it past his defence, the attackers cursing at Jimin for being too good of a goalkeeper, Jeonhal tackling the shit out of players, Hansol carelessly going out of the goal to take action and Jungkook just laughing as he watched all the drama going down.

"Yah! Pass." Leechul yelled at his brother, who had just retrieved the ball.

Leehwan ignored his twin purposely despite him being in the perfect place for the pass, and kicked the ball over to Jungkook, who was on the other side of the field and near Hoseok.

The captain jumped for the ball to hit his chest, then dropping to his feet. He was just in front of Hoseok now, dribbling the ball to get past him, playing with him a little, before dodging him (not without a struggle).

He bolted towards the goal Jimin guarded, his teammates yelling and the defence chasing after him. He kicked the ball strongly towards the top left corner of the goal, Jimin jumping to counter the ball with the very tip of his fingers, before falling down to the ground. The ball went straight back to Jungkook, who kicked it to the opposite corner of the goal, Jimin not getting up fast enough to stop it from crossing the line and hitting the net.

Jungkook smirked as he ran a hand through his damp hair, turning back just in time to catch both the twins jumping in his arms with loud yells falling from their large smiles.

"YES CAPTAIN!" Leechul yelled. "THAT'S HOW IT'S DONE" Leehwan added.

Jimin had stood up, pouting slightly for not seeing Jungkook's plan coming and holding his wrist. He flinched when he moved it slightly, the action not going unnoticed by Hoseok, who ran to him worriedly.

"Baby? You okay?" He asked, taking Jimin's gloved hands in his own.

"Jungkook always shoots cannonballs i swear to god." The younger mumbles, taking off his gloves with a hiss, his wrist was red and slightly swollen.

Hoseok immediately turned around towards the benches, yelling Seokjin's name to notify the injury. Jungkook turned around, smile dropping as he trotted towards his friend.

"You okay?" He asked, worry all over his sweaty face.

"I wish i could bitch slap you right now," Jimin said as he looked up to the captain with a pained smile. "But i think i sprained my wrist from how strong your ball was."

"I'm so sorry." He apologised with wide eyes, before being pulled out of the way by Seokjin, who wrapped an arm around Jimin's shoulders to pep talk him on the way to the infirmary.

Jungkook took a deep breath, turning around to the field with the players looking at him questionably.

"Okay guys! End of the game. Let's get into specific training." He yelled, the coach standing up to direct the practice and give out some advice from seeing the game.

"And Jungkook." He sighed as he turned to him, after going over all the other players. "Please managed your strength when you're playing against your own team, let's not break anyone." Jungkook nodded, looking down in guilt.

***

"I can't believe i ate across from Kim Seokjin." Namjoon mumbled.

Him and Taehyung, were yet again sitting across from each other with they're projects in front of them, talking as they finalized their paintings that was due for the end of the week (it was monday).

"Good for you." Taehyung said, working on the highlights of Jungkook's dark hair.

Namjoon leaned closer to the canvas to paint Seokjin's eyelashes.

"So what about you and captain boy? I think he likes you." Namjoon said.

"Yeah he does." Taehyung snorted. "We're dating."

Namjoon jolted, taking the brush off his canvas just in time not to fuck everything up, looking over it at Taehyung with wide eyes.

"Seriously?! God damn."

"He asked me out that day he came to the art club, so it's been like three days." Taehyung chuckled as he thought back at the day Jungkook had confessed to him.

"Aw, good for you." Namjoon smiled his signature dimple smile, Taehyung humming.

There was a small silence, both concentrating on their own work, before Namjoon spoke up again.

"Did you study for your english test?" He asked in said language.

"I did." Taehyung answered, also in english.

"What is it about?"

And with that, the two were back into a conversation. Taehyung studying for his english test with the older as he corrected his mistakes or pronunciation and helped him expand his vocabulary.

An hour later, the sun was slowly starting to decline, though they still have a few hours of sunlight due to the summery weather.

A still sweaty Jungkook still in his football uniform with green stains everywhere opened the door, his backpack and practice bag on his shoulders .

"Hey Namjoon-hyung." He greeted, the older smiling to return the greeting, Taehyung recognising the voice without even turning around.

Jungkook walked to be standing behind Taehyung, who was sitting down on a stool in front of his canvas, Jungkook smiling as he recognised himself in it yet again, warmth spreading in his chest. He bent down slightly, placing a short peck to Taehyung's cheek before resting his chin on the older's shoulder.

"Hey babe." He smiled, Namjoon squealing on the other side of their canvases.

Taehyung turned his face to place a peck of his own on Jungkook's cheek, making a large smile bloom on his face.

"How was practice?" Taehyung asked.

"Pretty shitty." he answered. "Jimin's sprained his wrist from blocking one of my shots, so the whole team is on edge because we have a match in three weeks and we really need him."

Taehyung hummed, his hand raising to Jungkook's nape and running his nails on Jungkook's undercut, massaging his scalp despite it being damp in sweat because he knew Jungkook loved it when he played with his hair.

"Don't flatter yourself, I'm sure his wrist isn't that bad. It'll heal don't worry." He said.

Jungkook smiled, wrapping his strong arms around Taehyung's shoulders and making him stop painting completely.

"You down for some crepes on our way home?" He asked.

"Sure." Taehyung nodded. "But get yourself off me, you stink."

Jungkook snorted and stood back up straight, meeting the eyes of Namjoon who was smirking his way, teasing him for being close to Taehyung by making hearts with his hands.

Taehyung stood up, interrupting Namjoon's shenanigans, and cleaned up his station, rinsing the pots and brushed and closing all the tubes he had used under the loving eyes of his boyfriend who stared at him.

He was wearing his glasses, face serious and hair still fresh from their cut a two days ago. He wore the summer uniform, a short sleeved button up that revealed the milky skin of his arms with the school emblem on the heart and navy blue slacks.

Looking amazing, as usual.

"Hyung can you put away my stand along with yours?" He asked, snapping Jungkook out of his daze.

"Yeah don't worry." Namjoon smiled. "Go get crepes with your man."

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