—angelic; (of a person) exceptionally beautiful, innocent, or kind.

warning: racism, like really heavy racism.

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the first half of the next day went by quickly.

yoongi had woken up well rested and excited for cheer tryouts. he grabbed an old sports bag and packed short peach-colored shorts, a white crop-top, and pink sneakers. he also made sure to grab multiple bottles of water and a few snacks, as he knows he'll be very hungry after.

after leaving for school - wearing another skirt and a sweater - yoongi went through another hellish, but also kinda enjoyable day at school. obviously, the least enjoyable part of the day was when the teachers started introducing and actually teaching new material. but lunch was really enjoyable, as yoongi was able to talk with all his new friends.

they mentioned cheer tryouts, and explained to him what would be happening. yoongi was really nervous, and thankfully his new friends were able to see that. he was really thankful.

by the end of ninth period, yoongi was a stuttering and blushing mess. his last period, health - sadly a required course - went by excruciatingly slow. it didn't help that none of his new friends were in his class. instead of focusing on the body diagram in-front of him and labeling where each muscle goes, all yoongi could focus on was the nauseous feeling in the pit of his stomach. he felt gross and really panicky.

yoongi tried to take deep breathes and even resorted to holding his ice-cold water bottle on his wrist. he started to name all of south korea's cities, hoping to take his mind off of tryouts.

"ah, yun-ji! can you please come up and show the class where the quadriceps are located?" the health teacher, a young white women, called out to him holding the smart board marker. on the board was a diagram of the human body with some muscles already labeled.

yoongi couldn't help but stare at the teacher incredulously. she expected him to know where these muscles were located, yet he doesn't even speak english fluently. he doesn't know what the hell a quad...whatever is. also he doesn't know who she's calling 'yun-ji', as his name is clearly pronounced yoon-gi.

"qeud..lic...ebs? hmm, guess so!" nonetheless yoongi tried his best to be positive. he knew he messed up on the pronunciation, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. yoongi had cheer tryouts to care for!

although, it seemed kids in his class thought it was funny. some laughed at him, mostly a group of all boys in the back, and were whispering about him. gay....fru-ity....f-f—

yoongi didn't even want to try and translate the words they were saying about him. he always had an issue with being up in front of the class, and he always tried to work on bettering his public speaking ability. but, like in korea, it seemed inevitable that there were bullies in his class.

some were kind though. a pretty girl with blonde hair right next to him stared at him with fondness. she gave him a small smile and a little thumbs up.

feeling a bit more confident, yoongi got up from his seat and smoothed down his skirt. it rode up a little, exposing milky white thighs to all the students behind him. but, yoongi was completely oblivious to the boys in the back quieting down.

yoongi took the smart board marker from his teacher, who then gestured for the rest of the class to pay attention.

"he's asian, so he'll get this right. pay attention!" the teacher seemed to not notice how half of the class froze, while yoongi just continued to stare at the board. he had no idea of the ruckus going on behind him.

"what the hell?" a boy in the back group protested, an obviously offended look on his face. yoongi, slightly frightened, gazed at the asian-male who had just yelled.

hurrying, as he thought the boy was yelling at him, yoongi quickly wrote down 'kwadrecebes' in a blank area right next to an area named 'triceps.'

the shy boy handed the marker off to the teacher, looking frightened. he had no idea students in america yell at each other for going too slow to answer a question.

after that, the teacher just gave him a disappointed look, muttering some words that got another outcry from the rest of the students. she had completely erased his work and wrote it in another section. for the rest of class, yoongi just read a classic korean-novel his mother gifted him for his birthday months ago. he never got around to reading it, and honestly, there was nothing else to do.

class continued on, all the students quickly looking tired and bored. it was the last period and everyone wanted to go home or off to sports practice. a few minutes before the bell rang to signify the end of school, the teacher finished up her lesson quickly and dismissed the class. most met up with their friends and were starting conversations between each other.

all of a sudden, yoongi was yanked up by two hands holding his sweater. the bottom part of his stomach became exposed, as yoongi could feel the air hitting it.

he choked up, and the book in his arms hit the floor with a loud clank. what confused yoongi the most though was that no one seemed to care that he was basically being harassed. his teacher blatantly turned her head and continued reading the newspaper in her hands. and then the rest of his classmates continued on with their conversations, acting as though this was normal.

the male that grabbed him had huge arms: muscles bulging out of his t-shirt. and, the hands grabbing him were at least the size of yoongi's face. he had a nasty glare on his face and starred at yoongi with a deep hatred in his eyes.

"i fucking hate immigrants. god damn animals taking over america." he muttered to himself and the crowd around him seemed to be eating it up. they were all teenage boys with letters on their jackets like hoseokie. yoongi was confused though, and couldn't find it in himself to translate his thoughts in english to then say them out loud.

"i-i-i'm sorry?" yoongi gasped in broken korean, completely overwhelmed and scared to death. american kids had much stronger and larger muscles than him.

"ching-chong-ling the fuck up." the red head who had grabbed him had proceeded to then shake the living hell out of yoongi. yoongi cried out, barely being able to hold his sobs in. tears formed in his eyes and he heard the boys around him start to call him more degrading names in english. pussy boy, bitch, little kitten.

when one boy grabbed yoongi's petit thigh in their meaty hand, he started to thrash in the red-heads hold. he felt completely disgusting with this hand on his thigh. yoongi was overwhelmed and completely confused. he can't breath, he can't breath, he ca—

"yo, back the fuck up. just because you listened to one k-pop song and you have one asian friend doesn't allow you the right to be a dick-head and a racist." the only other asian in the class, the one who had previously yelled at him for taking too long to answer the question, was now standing up for yoongi. obviously, yoongi was going to appreciate and accept any support in this situation, but it still irked him that the asian boy was showing him two huge different emotions in the span of only twenty minutes or so.

the red headed asshole who was still clutching yoongi just glared at the other boy, again with deep hatred in his eyes. but eventually the bully dropped yoongi ungracefully on the ground. yoongi's feet hit the floor with instability and he had to stop himself from collapsing.

the red head and his other friends left, seemingly bored of yoongi and the other male. they tried to act unaffected but yoongi could tell they were all irritated and pissed off. they all had this sense of evil around them and it really scared yoongi. god, america was full of a fuck ton of different people. you had the amazing six boys that he met yesterday and then you had assholes like red-head and his friends.

"um, thank you." yoongi bowed to the other male slightly, while also simultaneously picking up his korean-novel that fell.

"yeah, it's no big deal." the other male had responded with an indifferent look on his face, acting as though he hadn't just saved yoongi from being harassed further.

and, that was the end of their interaction. before yoongi could thank him more, the bell had rung, signifying the end of the school day. most of the students rushed out of the room, including asian-boy-who-saved-him.

yoongi was definitely disappointed but he also suddenly was rushed with the remembrance of cheer tryouts! they were scheduled to start in twenty minutes.

so, yoongi rushed out of the room as fast as he could. he grabbed his backpack and stuffed his novel into one of the open slots. then, he zipped up the bag and left the classroom.

he passed students opening and closing lockers while some just stood with friends and continued to talk. but all yoongi could focus on was tryouts. it was the first time he was trying out for a sport, and honestly, he's only doing it because he wants to impress his new friends. they were so cool and obviously seemed to like the idea of yoongi being a cheerleader, for whatever reason, so yoongi was dedicated to at least trying out.

he remembered seokjin telling him, "you can do this baby!" and jimin whispering in his ear, "you're going to do amazing, sweetheart" and yoongi just about melted from the memory. they were all so sweet...

in no time, yoongi was in front of the gym changing room for males. upon entering, he saw the late football players rushing to leave the room and enter the field, all of them ignoring yoongi in order to finish getting gear on.

he had grabbed his sports bag, that he had left there in the morning, and entered an open changing stall.

in a short amount of time yoongi was changed into his short-shorts, his white cropped top, and his sneakers. he looked in the mirror, and was actually really satisfied with how he looked. for some reason, yoongi really wanted to look good for the six males he had recently befriended.

after exiting the changing room and placing his bags in an open and empty locker, yoongi grabbed two water bottles and exited the locker room. he left out the open door that was an immediate entrance to the field. there was a track circling the football field and bleachers on both of the sides of the track.

there were many people outside, many more people than yoongi had thought. there was the football team practicing, with multiple coaches screaming and yelling drills at them. yoongi immediately recognized jungkook, who currently had his helmet off and was taking a drink of water. god, the sweat on his neck...and his whole forehead was exposed, sweat slicked hair being pushed back. he really was a sight.

and then obviously there was a group of all females stretching for cheer tryouts. there were people running and jogging all around the track, probably on the track team or cross-country. finally, there was a whole group of people sitting on the bleachers. some were doing homework, while others were talking amongst themselves. they were mostly females, and yoongi guessed they probably enjoyed watching the football players practice. they must really enjoy football, yoongi's mind supplied.

but, yoongi had no time to think about other people and their interests. he rushed to meet up with the girls stretching and ungracefully dropped his water bottles on the grass near where the girls were.

confused, yoongi looked around the area to see the captain of the cheerleading team. when unsuccessful, yoongi pouted cutely.

"hey, quadriceps boy!" a sudden voice called to him, all sweet and light. he quickly turned around to see who had yelled, and was met with the face of the blonde girl who encouraged him during health class. she had a huge pretty smile on her face, and was looking straight at him. guess she was talking to him...

she rushed over to yoongi, and that was when he noticed what she was wearing. she had on a cute red shirt that went down to her hips and cute stretchy white shorts on. she definitely looked like she was ready to start exercising.

"hey, beautiful! i just knew you were gonna show up, and once again i was correct. you honestly just have an amazing figure for cheerleading." yoongi just awkwardly smiled at her while she continued to talk to him in a fast pace. she smiled though, and honestly she seemed really nice, so yoongi had no problem smiling back.

"anyways, nice to formally meet you. i'm isabel and i'm the captain of the cheerleading team!" she gave a cute peace sign at the end and yoongi laughed into his hand. she seemed really sweet, and was definitely a mood-maker. yoongi really liked that about people.

like hoseok...no don't think about him right now!

yoongi's cheeks heated up; a light pink dusted his face.

"anyways, we'll talk more after tryouts. let's start!" she enthusiastically spoke to him before grabbing her whistle and blowing into it. a loud shriek erupted from it and yoongi was forced to cover his ears with a wince, while isabel just smiled apolitically at him.

"sorry. anyways, let's officially start tryouts girls and boy. come closer everyone." she yelled again and soon all the people trying out were surrounding isabel, yoongi included.

"hello everyone. today is the only day tryouts will be taking place. the rest of the official team will be here tomorrow, but me, being the captain, will decide if you get on the team or not. there's only four spots open and twenty people trying out so make sure to work hard and try your best. the results will be in tomorrow," she took a deep breath before continuing, "so first let's start off seeing your flexibility. get into four equal lines and try to perform a split. i'll come around to help and...judge!" she laughed slightly but smiled warmly at everyone.

"let's start." and that was the signal to begin. all the girls quickly formed four lines and yoongi followed behind all the them, confused. he soon realized they were getting ready to perform splits and entered the last line.

everyone faced isabel who was standing on the outside of the track, while three lines of girls were on the track and the last line was on the grass. all of them were facing away from the football field. yoongi realized soon enough the order of things by just following the lead of some of the girls.

"everyone, please begin your splits."

and that was yoongi's cue. forgetting the anxiety, the discouragement, the nervousness, and the fear, yoongi started getting ready to perform his split.

he was so ready to perform the fuck out of this split.

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namjoon was exhausted, but still had a huge smile on his face. for the past thirty minutes he had been practicing drills with the rest of the team. the coaches divided the team into three groups, and two teams would verse each other while the other team would drink water, stretch, and just relax for a bit. it was definitely stressful though, as namjoon had a really important job; the quarterback. he was basically the brain of his team and they all relied on him to throw a perfect pass to them.

after playing two mini games, team three - his team - was able to finally relax and get some water.

he dropped his body on the grass with no sort of grace, and started guzzling his water. namjoon wiped the sweat off his forehead and just stared off into the distance. he was so tired. but honestly, the burn in his muscles and lungs made him feel a sort of...adrenaline rush. it made him feel amazing, like he was floating on a cloud.

suddenly namjoon felt a presence nearby and soon jungkook's arm was wrapped around his shoulder. jungkook was the only member of his friends group who was on his team, and he was an amazing wide receiver. their duo was like no one else's, although taehyung and jimin were a close second.

"i just—holy fuck." jungkook practically shouted, his mouth opening wide to show how shocked he was. namjoon, confused, looked to where jungkook was facing.

holy shit-fuck-motherfucker.

yoongi was in mid-performance with a split, each of his legs practically on a different side of his body. namjoon was shocked with his flexibility, and that definitely was hot, but what really caused a reaction out of namjoon...was the god damn peach shorts.

they were so short you could see yoongi's ass cheeks from the bottom, and god, they were so plump. so pale and perfect. and then you had his pale skinny thighs, that namjoon was sure he could fit in his palm, open to the public for everyone to see.

namjoon was going to have to hug hoseok for this...he would actually bow down and kiss his palm out of gratefulness.

while eye-fucking the beautiful boy, namjoon didn't realize water was dripping out of his mouth. jungkook wasn't any better, as his mouth was still wide open. even the whistle from the coach couldn't defer namjoon's gaze away from the petit boy. namjoon then heard jimin calling out to him.

"hey namjoon, the coach is switching teams, it's yo—oh wow my dick is now hard."

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hmmm yoongi is so perfect, i love him, he deserves everything.

i feel like the ending is a bit rushed, but i got to over 3000 words and...i'd rather just split the chapter instead of have everyone wait longer. and i updated the warnings...nothing really important, i just added polyamory
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edit::: and i really hope you all know that the racist character(s) do NOT portray the thoughts that i hold. i believe i am one of the least racist people alive, i'm not joking. if it's too triggering, please tell me and i'll see if i can change it without altering the book too much. i just believe this person's comment(s) is/are essential to showing conflict in my book. i hope i didn't offend anyone too much.

also, thank you to everyone for the sweet messages and support and likes and comments and follows and just everything okay i love you all
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