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Re: [FILL] not friends
âIâll talk to him,â he mumbles. âAfter weâre done with the tournament. If he turns me down, Iâll play like shit.â
âWeâre your friends, too,â Jihoon squeezes his hand. âYou can always come to us, no matter what Soonyoung says.â
âHey!â Soonyoung interjects. âYou make it sound like I hate him.â
âWell, you do,â Mingyu rolls his eyes, but he doesnât have the energy to start another bantering session.
Quietly, he finishes his milkshake, Jihoonâs words still reverberating through him.
Jihoon is right. Mingyu needs to figure out a way of letting Minghao know, even if itâs just to be rejected.
Maybe like this, he can finally move on with his life.
A thick layer of sweat tickles Mingyuâs brows, but he doesnât dare lift his arm to dry it and take the risk of losing the ball. The other teamâs server is known for his quickie hands and fucked up serves that always land where he wants them to.
The match dragged on for far too long until the fifth set, and the opposite team is just one point away from the match point. Mingyu canât help but feel uneasy knowing that a single mistake will throw them out of the tournament when his hyungs deserve so badly to win.
He barely sees it when the ball passes through him, but Jihoon manages to catch it last second and put it back into the game. Mingyu prepares when Wonwoo touches the ball, jumps exactly where he needs to be and spikes so hard his whole hand hurts.
This is a perfect move, exactly like they rehearsed during the trainings but, somehow, the ball is coming back to their side of the court after barely crossing the net, too fast for any of them to move accordingly and block it.
It echoes terribly in Mingyuâs ears when it hits the floor.
The silence doesnât last more than a split of a second, the opposing crowd erupting into cheers and screams of pure joy.
The match is over.
They lost.
Mingyu canât even bare to raise his head and look Jihoon, Wonwoo, and Soonyoung in the eye. Heâd promised them they would win their last high school tournament before inevitably moving forward to college, but still.
He knows he should say something, given he soon will be the official teamâs captain, but Mingyu just canât. He barely registers when Wonwoo, then Minghao, then the coach talks to them, the words nothing but a buzz in his head.
His feet carry him away from the court and donât really stop until heâs facing a cramped room full of volleyball gear.
Without a second thought, Mingyu sits down between some damaged nets and rests his forehead on his knees. Heâs never felt so fucking awful.
When Mingyu woke up this morning, he had a three-step plan: first, heâd win them the championship. Second, heâd find a way of being alone with Minghao while everyone else was busy celebrating their victory. Third, he would confess. But everything went to hell still on the first step, and Mingyu canât force himself to just skip straight to the last part when heâs feeling even more pathetic than normal.
Heâs not sure of how much time he spends sitting there, basking in self-pity and sadness until he hears someone calling for his name.
Not someone. Minghao.
Mingyu raises his head, even if he doesnât have any intention of moving from that spot, and stares at the door he left ajar.
âOh, there you are,â relief tints Minghaoâs voice as soon as he sees him. âArenât you coming with us?â
âComing to where?â
Minghao enters the room as he explains, jumping above the mess to get closer to Mingyu.
âWonwoo-hyung is taking us to barbecue, I guess, and after they want to go to a noraebang. Are you crying?â
âNo.â
âI know you are,â Minghao snaps his tongue. âYou were awesome today, stop beating yourself up.â
âWell, we lost.â
âYeah, but it doesnât matter that much. You all still played beautifully, Iâm sure weâre gonna win the next one,â Minghao sits across him, hugging his knees against his chest. âEveryone is impressed with your game, also.â
âStop babying me,â Mingyu mutters, harsher than intended.
âIâm not,â Minghao rolls his eyes. âStop being a sore loser, no one is mad at you. Not our fault if they just were too good, okay?â
âI want to be alone.â
âYouâll have to be alone somewhere else, then, theyâre gonna close the gym in twenty minutes. Thatâs why I was trying to find you.â
âFine,â Mingyu gets up, legs sore both from the game and from the weird position he was in.
Minghao rolls his eyes again and gets up too but, instead of going to the door, he steps closer and involves Mingyu in his arms. âYouâre so annoying.â
âIâm already feeling bad enough, no need to make it worse.â
âYeah, I know. Look at me.â
Mingyu complies because he canât say no to Minghao, anyway. Heâs not sure of what he expected to find on Minghaoâs face, but it certainly isnât something so⌠earnest.
âI wish I could do this at a better moment, but Iâm kinda tired of waiting for you to do something and maybe this can cheer you up,â Minghao tells him, much to his utter confusion.
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYouâre so fucking dense,â Minghao sighs, taking hold of Mingyuâs face with both hands. âYou like me, donât you?â
Panic churns in his guts as soon as his brain is capable of processing what heâs just heard.
âWho told you this?â He croaks weakly. Mingyu wants to slap himself, but heâs completely unable to take this situation and turn it into what it was supposed to be, anyway, unable to even pretend Minghao is wrong.
âYour eyes,â Minghaoâs smile falters slightly. âUnless I understood it all wrong. If so, please pretend I never said anything.â
This is his chance.
âYou didnât,â Mingyu says in one go, preparing for the impact. âI⌠Iâve been wanting to tell you. Iâm so in love with you, Hao-yah.â
And, God, the way that smile spreads on Minghaoâs face might actually be the death of him.
âGood,â he says quietly, a thumb brushing over Mingyuâs lower lip.
Mingyu needs all of his willpower to stay still, to not run away and hide from him. He guesses now he understands what Seungkwan meant by âbedroom eyesâ, and he wants to kiss Minghao so badly, but heâs not sure he can do it, now that itâs actually possible to happen.
âWait,â he says, âthis is all you have to say?â
âI think so,â Minghaoâs smile grows bigger as he chuckles a little. âI wouldnât have brought up the subject if I didnât feel the same way, stupid.â
âLife would be so nicer if you stopped mistreating me,â Mingyu mutters. He doesnât need to look to know heâs totally shaking.
Minghao lets out a full laughter, this time, eyes still locked with Mingyuâs, and warm hands still on his face. âWell. Can I?â
Mingyu nods without even realizing it.
Minghaoâs hand slides behind his neck and pulls him down, finishing the distance between them. As expected, his lips are soft and warm, nothing like Mingyuâs chapped ones, and, oh god, Minghao wonât like him anymore if the kiss feels terrible to him.
Regardless, Mingyu finds out quickly that itâs very hard to concentrate on his thoughts and be kissed by Minghao at the same time. His lips are insistent against Mingyuâs, and heâs so sure heâs having an extracorporeal experience when Minghao licks into his mouth that he doesnât even try to think about whatâs happening right now.
He forgets about the match, about where they are, and, hell, he even forgets what was making him so scared of confessing, in the first place.
Mingyu might not know that much about kissing, but he sure as hell knows it feels good, and like Minghao was being serious about being in love with him, too. He might just start crying again.
He follows Minghaoâs lead, struggling to breathe and kiss at the same time, but heâd choose the kiss over oxygen if he needed to make a choice. Minghao doesnât seem to care about how he clearly doesnât know what heâs doing, or how hard he clings onto his shoulders. In fact, if Mingyu tries to pay attention, he can feel the phantom of a smile against his own lips.
âYouâre cute,â Minghao says after breaking the kiss with a peck, âbut we need to get out of here or weâll be locked in here.â
He laughs when Mingyu says nothing in response, just keeps staring at him, wide-eyed and starstruck at the sight of him.
It takes him a couple more chaste kisses to get Mingyu moving but when he notices their hands are still clasped together as Minghao pulls him to the exit, he goes all wobbly again.
It is with terror Mingyu realizes heâs still dirt, and that he didnât even gather his things before leaving, but he relaxes with relief when he sees his knapsack hanging off Soonyoungâs shoulders. At least one thing.
âCan we go now or do you need to star another romance movie before allowing us to eat?â Seungkwan yawns.
Mingyu kicks his shin, face growing tomato red as Minghao just giggles as he always does.
Minghao holds his hand tighter and kisses his knuckles briefly before turning to their hyungs to figure out where theyâre going to eat.
Truth be told, Mingyu doesnât want to eat or hang out with anyone else but Minghao. He wants to kiss him again, hold him close and ask what they are. He wants to do all the things he missed out on in the past years, but in the end, Soonyoung was right.
He doesnât want to be friends with Minghao, and he hopes so bad he doesnât want to be friends, too.