"You need me to what?" Namjoon exclaimed.

"I need you to cover Jaehyun. He injured himself at home and won't be able to play."

"I-I can't do that sir. I suck at playing basketball. I told you I only joined to—"

"To get college credits. I know." The coach finished. He had heard Namjoon say this over and over since he started.

"Exactly. I won't be able to cover him. I'm so clumsy. I'm going to fall on my face and-and I can't even throw the ball."

"You don't throw the ball. You pass it. It's different." He corrected. Maybe this idea was insane.

"See! That just proves it right there I'm not built to play sports."

"You need to cover him. We have no extras. You're the extra. We have to switch out our players during the half time. I usually can do that without you, but with Jaehyun gone you're the only one that can cover him."

Namjoon gulped down the nasty nauseous feeling. He felt like he could puke. Immediately, he regretted eating that cheeseburger before coming into practice.

"The game is in two days." He whispered petrified. If he would've known about this before he could've faked an injury or something.

Now, his conscious wouldn't let him do it. He'd let the whole team down. Jin included. Letting him down was not a part of his plan.

"I just need you to play half a game. Can you do that? Can you try to? I will try my best to train you today and tomorrow. I just need to know that you'll give it a try."

Namjoon nodded, "Okay. I will give it a try."

"Yes! Thank you. Okay that's all I needed to talk to you about. Better get changed before practice starts."

Namjoon sighed excusing himself. A few of the basketball players had already started walking in the gym.

Gosh. He was so scared to fuck it up. The game was against the rival school. If he messed up and cost them to lose he wouldn't live to tell it. He'd be an embarrassment to the whole school. Jin wouldn't even talk to him.

Shit.

He didn't talk to him now. If he failed the team that would just add on to the zero communication they had.

When Namjoon heard a female voice inside the locker room he froze. Had he walked in the wrong one? Had he been that distracted?

"Do you want to come over to my place after practice? My parents won't be home."

"I don't know. I'll be dirty and sweaty." Jin responded.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. Of course he had to walk in and over hear this. Why was it always him? He peeked a little and spotted the familiar tall girl hugging Jin around the waist.

"That's no problem. We're going to get dirty and sweaty either way."

"I-" Jin looked up and saw Namjoon standing there with a blank stare.

"You what?" She interrupted.

Namjoon couldn't stand the sight and he quickly walked out when Jin turned his attention back to her.

He walked to the nearest locker and opened it up. First, he removed his shoes. Next his shirt and took out the t-shirt he had brought for practice.

Then, he pulled down his pants and grabbed the gym shorts. When he heard footsteps he hurried and slid them on.

"You know we have locker rooms for a reason."

Namjoon gasped as he heard Jin's voice from behind. His surprise response was soon replaced with anger.

He was jealous.

Jealous of that pretty girl that got to hold him and make love to him.

What a lucky girl.

"Well, it seemed like it was busy in there." He mumbled shoving his gym bag in his locker.

"Hey, don't tell the coach about that. Please. I don't want to get her in trouble."

Namjoon bitterly nodded, "Sure." He even protected her. Oh.

"Cool." Jin said and started walking away.

Namjoon wanted to say so much to him. That he was jerk and that he was seriously crushing on him.

But he didn't say a word.

•••

"When did skinny jeans become a trend?" Hoseok asked coming behind Yoongi.

His eyes widen looking up at him. "Are you talking to me?" He asked in astonishment.

"Yeah. You're the only one wearing skinny jeans around me." He chuckled.

Yoongi couldn't tell whether he was laughing at him or not. "Skinny jeans are cool. What about your..." he looked down at his sweats and quickly glanced back up.

He didn't want it to seem like he was staring at his crotch or something. "What about sweats? We're barely entering October and you already wear them. Isn't it too early? Are you one of those people that as soon as it get a little cold you immediately throw on winter clothes?"

Hoseok laughed leaning against the locker wall. Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek. He was laughing. He made him laugh.

"You're too funny. I am one of those people. You exposed me." He said wiggling his eyebrows.

Was he flirting?

"Oh. Okay." He whispered his face reddening.

"I'll see you around. Keep those white shoes clean."

Yoongi looked down at his feet. His tummy flipped at the sound of this. Was this their thing? White shoes?

He rushed upstairs to find his best friend and tell him all about it. He knew his schedule by heart.

"Jungkook!" He screamed.

"Hi! Why're you so upbeat?" He asked. He held a stack of books in his hands.

"Hoseok talked to me."

"Holy fuck. You have to tell me all about it. How does it feel to have the one and only Jung Hoseok actually speak to you? Did you die? Is your soul gone?"

"Fuck yes. That bitch is long gone!" He screamed catching some attention.

"Let's go talk about his somewhere else." His friend giggled. It was nice seeing him so happy.

"Yeah. Come on."

"Wait, let me get this." He said reaching over to snatch a paper off the bulletin board.

"Wait. What's that?"

"Uhhh...my tutoring paper."

"Why're you taking it off?"

"Look at it." He whispered. Yoongi glanced and examined it. The "Kook The Tutor" was in a bigger font and in a brighter red color.

"Looks like your old one but bolder. What's wrong with it? Did you replace it?"

Jungkook pointed to the very bottom of the page. In black bold letters it said "if you dare to write loser again i will fuck you up, bitch."

"What the fuck?"

"Right! I think Taehyung put that—"

"Who called you a loser?"

"Yoongi that's not the important thing. I don't want to get in trouble for this."

"Fuck that. I think you should leave it up there."

"Nope-"

"Do it."

"Maybe I'll leave it up there but I'm scribbling this out." He took out a pen and marked out the sentence.

"Ahh. I think you should've left it. If I ever find out who it is. I wi—"

"Nope. It's no big deal. Come on. Let's go."  He said pulling him behind.

They headed downstairs into the parking lot. Yoongi's car was still not ready so Jungkook was giving him rides.

"Can't believe he talked to me. I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But he's talked to me multiple times!"

"What if he's—"

"Hey Min!" Jimin screamed.

"Umm..." he looked around the parking lot until he spotted Jimin obnoxiously waving from his car.

"Give me a second." He mumbled heading his way.

"H-"

"What do you want? Help with another letter?"

"Sheesh. You don't even let me finish. Can't I just talk to you because I'm nice?" He smirked.

Yoongi crossed his arms across his chest with a frown. Jimin rolled his eyes and lowered his car window more.

"I actually want us to hang out. Tomorrow or today."

"You want to hang out with me?"

Was he in an alternate universe?

"Yeah. My friends have other shit to do. I'm bored."

"Oh. So now I'm just a product of your boredom? You asshole."

"I didn't even-!" Jimin immediately frowned when hearing him laugh.

"Kidding. I suppose I'm free tomorrow."

"Cool. I'll message you through Tumblr. Don't fucking block me. I still have over half of the alphabet left." 

"Okay. Whatever. Bye." He quickly looked away before blushing.

"Two hot dudes talking to you in one day? You're so lucky." Jungkook gushed once he was in front of him.

"Oh hush. It's no big deal." He mumbled getting in the car.

Though Hoseok was a gorgeous boy, his heart didn't face the same way it did when speaking to Jimin.

He had never felt such things for another person before. Only in the words he had written to his "lost soulmate".

The thought of knowing his feelings were coming to life was so scary.