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The strong gust of air pushed his hoodie off his round head. Since his body encapsulated enough heat, the note of chill was a total failure.

"Mela! See, I've come," Jeongguk shouted cheerfully, lifting from his bicycle's seat whimsically and waving a hand. "Woohoo, Mela, c'mon look at me," he whined and his voice returned to him in ever lowering decibels.

As soon as he applied the brakes and sniffed his sweat-stench armpits, he graced his forehead by settling his flyaway locks to at least secure the brownie point. He gnashed his teeth and squinted at her. "You aren't dead, are you?"

Mela turned her head toward him. Her sketched eyebrow touched her hairline and she clamped her mouth forcefully, only to spurt a tactful reply, "Not until I kill you first."

Jeongguk's chest moved like high tides as his eyes fastened on her. Mela's breathtaking beauty and her brown sugar eyes gave a glimpse of a competitive attitude that made him proud that she was his, every time he met her. She was an army brat── privileged and sometimes lived in a high and mighty alter ego.

Her maroon hair softly cascaded her diamond-shaped face. She wore a checkered beret, red dangling earrings, and a winter outfit.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He paused while thumbing backward and struggling to gape at her eyes and not at her lips that were curled up like thin lines of tangy gum sold in Uncle Mojo's kiosk. "The match was sent to overtime."

"But I have no overtime for you," she declined to have a chat with him bluntly and fleeted onwards.

"Mela, listen to me--- have these strawberries. They are really nice." He turned his bicycle and matched her pace quickly.

"I don't need anything."

"See, I followed my heart and it led me to you, baby," he teased in a miscreant's facade believing she would forgive him. He got back to his regular self when her anger didn't seem to lessen. "Okay, okay. Give me a chance, and I'll give you the best time of your life. We will go anywhere you say."

Instead, she spat and looked astray, "Get lost, Jeongguk."

"Geez. Already lost. We needed only one goal to qualify for the forthcoming Dano Football League," his voice was frazzled as if he had no other purpose left in life. "If that cheeky forward wouldn't have gotten in my way I bet-"

"Jeongguk-"

His formidable fist stuck in the mid-air until he sneaked a glance at her and brought it down terrifyingly.

"Bang Top and Army Wall are the only teams on a maximum nine points, leaving them with a chance to advance with two games to spare," he provided her the information that hardly piqued her interest in this lifeline.

"Jeongguk, what are saying?" Her expressions went blank, and Jeongguk felt almost attacked.

"Whatever you are hearing." He shrugged, and his shoulders raised only to the limit of the bag across his chest allowed.

"Can't you forget about this stupid football for once?" Mela looked the scarier today, not that her red fuzzy jumpsuit made her look that way ── the trademark buffalo of Red Bull.

"Mela. You know that's not possible. Football is not just a game for me, it's my college's pride." Jeongguk cracked a little smile as he addressed his addiction with maturity and pride, "Ever since my grandpa has opened Bosnian College, football has been carried out from generations in Ama Sam. I've to make sure it runs like some legacy. And you know how much people enjoy watching us play. Besides, it has given a career path to kids you never knew that how bright their future can be in this field."

"Enough. It's because of this damn football that you are like this. Your brains have fallen to your knees." Concern glistened her eyes as she looked at the dangerously low fog. She wrapped her arms around her flat chest tightly. "Now, today you have to choose between the two of us. Is it me or your football?"

She darted at him, passing a scrutinizing gaze from her caramel colored boots to her silver wrist watch, and looking busy in her self.

Jeongguk tilted his head as if the answer was already chipped in his memory. "What? That's a no-brainer actually. It's football-"

"What? Dare you take that name again." She stomped her foot and pointed a raging finger at him.

He took advantage by turning her volatile aggression into a silent illusion of romance as he pulled her closer with his right hand. "You know how much I adore this face of yours when you get stressed about me. Like as if I'm the only one you care about so much in this whole world. You've got me practically dead."

For that one moment, Mela, who only thought she could top the things, coiled. She unclasped her wrist and sped up to hide the pop of blush. "Then it would have been a lot easier. Because when you have this working body, you can't see, think, feel anything besides that bloody F thing."

"Mela, where are you running to? You know what day it is today?" he yelled by bending down and clutching the bicycle's handles.

She kept on walking.

Nevertheless, he added, directing a finger left and right as he revised the schedule. "Fine. The college ball starts at eight o'clock. You take three hours to get ready. I'll come and pick you up fifteen minutes earlier."

"I hate your college ball. I hate your football," she addressed him by waddling backward before stumbling over a stone. "Arghhh!"

Jeongguk laughed at that, and the skin around his eyes folded multiple times.

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A/n; Holy smokes, I've made JK a football fanatic. I don't know if he enjoys football in real life as much as I scripted. Anyways, I need your thoughts on Mela.

Thanks for voting and commenting, I guess I'm doing good so far (it's only chap 2 burrr...)

Tell me which is your favorite sport to watch and play?