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❛did you actually
think that you're
dom material?❜
-chapter 007; eyesight.

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having gym class in the morning can be a pain in the butt for most people.

but for hoseok, it was not.

that's because as soon as all the kids changed into their gym clothes, the boy darted towards jungkook's locker, waiting for him so that they could both skip class together like they always did.

however, jungkook never showed up.

it was unlike the younger boy to ditch in their 'skipping class' sessions and hoseok let out a worried sigh, fumbling in his pocket for his cellphone.

he was about to tap jungkook's contact when suddenly a man walked in the boy's locker room.

the senior's coach to be exact.

taking one look at the small brunette in front of him, the coach basically snarled.

"hey, you. the hell are you doin' here?"

hoseok sighed. he hated his school for appointing such rude teachers.

"i um was late and--"

"well you better get changed in your gym clothes and get your skinny ass in the football field or else."

the boy just nodded and sighed once again completely defeated. he took out his clothes for his locker and scrunched up his nose as he inspected them.

hoseok had only worn them once so they were still brand new and uncomfortable.

changing into the navy blue tee and shorts, he looked at himself in the mirror and nearly whimpered.

unlike taehyung, hoseok didn't have much meat in his body and the gym clothes hung off his skinny frame, seeming absurd.

it wasn't like he had a choice anyway, the senior coach would make his life a living hell of he didn't show up to the field so sighing for probably the umpteenth time that day, he headed outside.

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sports in general, was hoseok's enemy but football was on an entirely different level of lameness.

when taehyung had spotted his friend enter the field he was ecstatic, squeezing his small body because it had been ages ever since hoseok attended gym class.

just when hoseok thought the day couldn't get any worse, he noticed something unusual.

like the first gym class, his sophomore buddies were exercising and warming up for the match.

however, the opposing team seemed unfamiliar. they weren't lanky kids dressed in grey gym clothes.

heck no, these were muscular students, tall and graceful in their black tees and shorts.

and that's when he realized.

they wouldn't be playing with the freshmen anymore. their opponents were how big bad seniors.

and big bad seniors meant a big bad guy whom hoseok hated with all his being.

kim seokjin.

scanning the group of seniors, he tried to spot a familiar blond head but failed.

relief flooded him and he figured that maybe seokjin wasn't going to attend the class that day.

but oh he was so wrong.

instantly, his relief was replaced by dread when a beautiful blond named kim seokjin basically cat walked towards the senior's, flipping his hair as he did so.

to say that he was a confident sassy bitch was an understatement.

boys and girls both flocked the popular boy and two gorgeous girls began to massage his broad, broad shoulders.

hoseok rolled his eyes at seokjin and turned towards his friend.

"taehyung, you better make me a sub or else i'm finishing this friendship today!"

the taller boy blinked. "sub? of course hoseok did you actually think you're dominant material?"

said boy almost smacked his head against a wall. "no, i mean, keep me as a substitute for the team."

taehyung sighed. "and to think i was gonna top you today."

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hoseok sat on the benches with a sigh. the match was starting soon and all the sophomores were beyond excited to crush or get crushed by the seniors.

seokjin, in all his golden haired glory walked up towards the middle of the field and smirked at the sophomore's captain, kim taehyung.

the ball was placed between the leaders and the whistle blew.

what happened next was a total blur to hoseok.

profanities were shouted, cheers rung through the air and students screamed, passing the ball to each other and trying to get it into the opponent's net.

all this chaos soon turned into a mixture of groans and hoots as the ball shot straight into the sophomore's net.

a purple haired boy who went by the name of namjoon had a smug smile on his face as his team congratulated him for shooting the first goal.

taehyung's team looked like he wanted to die or kill the seniors.

the match went by and hoseok nearly dozed off (because football was not his cup of tea) when suddenly he was woken up by the whistle's screech.

"you motherfuc-"

taehyung's best man, baekhyun laid on the ground, clutching his leg as a string of obscenities flew out of his mouth.

a really tall boy stood next to him with a smirk on his face and a fuming taehyung clutching his collar and threatening to smack his brains out.

"dude, it was an accident." chanyeol said, rolling his eyes.

before taehyung could protest, the coach barked at all the kids to shut up and declared that yes, it was an accident and that now the team's captain had to 'summon' their substitute.

baekhyun was taken to the nurse, and taehyung came up to the bleachers, smiling at hoseok.

"hobi, you're up."

hoseok nearly fainted. "w-wait. what about the other substitutes? where's yoongi, wasn't he a substitute too?"

"yoongi was called by mrs choi to set up some chemistry apparatus. so, you're the only one seok-seok."

the small boy pouted but agreed on the condition that taehyung and the rest of the team mates wouldn't pass the ball to him.

all the boys assembled on the field and hoseok's body flooded with panic.

as soon as the whistle blew everyone's main target became the ball. except hoseok who was trying to avoid it like the plague.

everything was going well and good until kyungsoo got cornered by a bunch of seniors, the ball still under his foot.

a tall guy tried to tackle the poor sophomore, but before he could do it, kyungsoo kicked the ball.

towards hoseok.

"run, jung run!"

the panicked boy was about to run without the ball before he mentally slapped himself and began to guide the ball towards the goal with his foot.

all the players on the field watched with amusement as hoseok tried his best to get towards the goal without tripping over the ball and when he began to come closer, kim seokjin took that as his cue.

jumping in front of the goal, he crossed his arms against his chest and lifted an eyebrow.

to say hoseok went bonkers at that moment was an understatement.

he looked around for any familiar faces but like kyungsoo, he had been surrounded by the older students.

"move out of the way, kim." hoseok shouted.

"and why should i do that?" came the reply.

hoseok couldn't wait. this was his chance to shine.

so he ran forward, shot past seokjin and kicked the ball as hard as he could.

the ball made itself into the net, but so did hoseok.

that's because he tripped, or should i say, was tripped, and landed face first onto the ground, twisting his ankle in the process.

"oh my god hobi you did it! you actually scored a goal, and--". taehyung stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his best friend on the ground, groaning as he clutched his throbbing ankle.

"hoseok?" the silver haired boy then met seokjin's gaze and put two and two together.

"you dickhole! you're the one who did this, didn't you?"

said boy only shrugged. "it was an accident."

"accident my ass, i'm gonna rip apart your sweaty balls, fucker!"

taehyung pounced onto his senior and would've destroyed seokjin's babymaker if it weren't for the coach stopping him.

"kim! you heard the boy, it was an accident! now get over here and try not to lose this game!"

the boy murmured a string of curses under his breath and bent down to help hoseok up, who had nearly passed out because of his ankle.

unfortunately, the coach once again stopped taehyung and ordered him to focus on winning the game without one player in their team.

all of taehyung's protests went unheard and he had to go to the game, apologizing hoseok and leaving him in the hands of the coach to take care of.

with the coach's favourite student being seokjin, he obviously ordered him to take hoseok to the infirmary which he did so happily.

the tall boy knelt down beside hoseok, smiling as he brushed off brown locks from his forehead.

hoseok frowned. "go away." he tried to sound tough but his voice only came out as whine.

"i'm only helping you, cutie." seokjin chuckled.

"don't. need. it." the younger huffed and despite rejecting seokjin's help, he felt a strong pair of arms encircle his waist and knees and soon enough he was lifted and pressed flush against a strong chest.

as soon as hoseok realized he was being bridal style by the kim seokjin he panicked but pain overcame panic and he whined again.

"is this how you'll sound when you'll be a wet moaning mess and begging for my cock?"

"just take me to the nurse, seokjin" hoseok breathed, not in the mood for the older boy's innuendos.

even though it hurt his manly pride to be carried like a bride in seokjin's arms, hosek didn't care, all his attention directed to the throbbing in his ankle.

he instinctively buried his head in seokjin's chest, inhaling deeply and taking a whiff of his scent.

damn the bastard actually smells so good.

hoseok thanked god that the hallways were empty or he every single bit of his reputation would've been dissolved.

the journey wasn't very long and soon enough, both boys had reached the spotless white room, the smell of disinfectant flooding their noses.

"oh my!" the nurse exclaimed, adjusting the cap on her head as she scuttled towards the two.

"lay him down on the bed, please." she beckoned, as hoseok groaned while clutching his leg.

the nurse made hoseok straighten out his leg and examined his ankle, scrutinizing the purple bruise forming on the boy's pale skin.

"i'm guessing football was the cause of this?" she sighed as she was answered in affirmative. "you should be more careful. the boy who came before you had a hairline fracture, but thankfully, you only have a muscle strain and a patch of damaged skin."

hoseok was about to point out that his injury was the fault of the tall, insolent boy beside him but was stopped when the nurse began to rub some kind of pungent smelling ointment on his ankle.

his breath hitched and he would've died of the pain if it weren't for seokjin whispering compliments about how pretty his legs were after every few seconds.

after bandaging the boy's ankle, the nurse stood up and smiled at hoseok. "i think you should rest for now. we need that ankle to be strong and healthy so you can play football again, eh?"

seokjin tried to stifle his laughter as the younger boy made a face and nodded, watching the nurse smile at him again and walking away.

"i bet you never want that ankle to heal." seokjin murmured.

"i bet you want your face in one piece so fuck off before i break it."

"is that how you thank someone for help? you are so rude jung hoseok."

hoseok opened his mouth to retaliate but was stopped.

this wasn't how his mom trained him. ever since he was child, his parents taught him to thank whoever had helped him.

he only sighed and mumbled a thankyou under his breath.

seokjin frowned and cupped his ear with a large hand. "huh? can't hear you."

"i said, thankyou."

"wha-"

"seokjin!" hoseok exclaimed and the older boy cackled, strangely resembling the sound of a windshield wiper.

suddenly, his laughter became a couple of octaves lower as he brought his face close to hoseok's and whispered, "well then, see you around, babe. call me if you need my help."

a small piece of paper was thrusted in hoseok's hand and the blond walked away, throwing a flying kiss to a girl who had just entered the infirmary.

oh lord, the duality of kim seokjin.

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updating this
after two months
cos my lazy ass
is getting lazier.
-ensiah.