* team effort
@yfxbin / spirit week
there’s a thick tension in the air for spirit week. one that comes with hushed whispers and a clamour whenever their class does well. the game has already been on for a couple minutes, the students being divided into classes and students being picked off like fish in a barrel. the white lines deeming the edge of the field of play too constricting until there less and less students left in play. in woosun’s mind, he’s playing this game for korea; he’s the pride of the team, he’s going to win them gold at the olypmics. all he needs to do is be the last man standing.
the ball was in woosun’s hands, fingers curling and pressing in as he selected a target from the team on the other side of the line. it’s not that he enjoyed being violent--and dodgeball was violent--but he had promised his class that he would make certain they won and he was going to keep that promise. hasty and urgent steps as he moved forward, throwing the ball much like he would a baseball down the pitch. straight, direct, connecting with the other boys leg. the success and pride was short lived when he glanced around to find where the other balls were, seeing one aimed right for bin. his best friend. his teammate.
“bin!”
sound move faster than his body, but his feet push him forward anyways. his eyes remain open, following the ball and he dive for it, fingers curling on the texture. a noise elicits from the force when it hits his chest; something between a breath and a sigh of relief. the taller boy turns his head, looking back to see if his best friend was still in place and holding out the ball towards him. sweat stuck his brown bangs to his skin, leaving him wiping away the droplets on the sleeve of his shirt. “here! you throw it. i’m a better defender!” woosun offers, not because it’s the truth, but because he genuinely prefers not having to through balls full speed at another person.
