"Let's go! Move it! We got a game soon!"

Felix's voice is bellowing angrily in the hectic locker room, over powering team captain Namjoon of the volleyball team - who's also shouting to have his players hurry up for their own match coming up.

Never had the locker room been as wild as it is now.

Game day, got to love those.

Especially if it's the first game of the season.

Everyone is practically shoving past each other or crazily trying to get dressed into their uniforms, clearly having to adjust getting ready in under thirty minutes since the other team is currently on their way to this school as they speak.

They need to still warm up and go over drills, so them taking their time pampering themselves up is out of the equation.

"MOVE IT! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING - THAT'S RIGHT! LET'S GO!"

Captain Namjoon is clearly agitated about the game, and it doesn't help that a great majority of the players are still in the locker room getting ready. Meanwhile most of the football team have scrambled out, except for Jungkook.

The captain is sitting on the bench, calmly putting on his cleats on and then brushing his hair back into a ponytail to keep it away from his face. He's not so emotionally driven when it comes to games as everyone else is. If that was the case than he would be an anxious mess too.

So he tries to be calm and collected, keeping himself at a mellow pace to stay focused on himself and only himself.

The team knows to not pester him by now, even coach. As long as he has his A game focus going on, that's all that matters.

And no one really has to worry about that when the time comes for him to shine.

He always comes through when needed.

Calmly he cracks his neck and gets to his feet, shrugging his shoulders as he moves from his locker room section and walks down the hallway where the remaining volleyball players scramble out - already dressed in the black uniform, similar to Jungkook's but obvious for volleyball.

Just as Jimin exits out of the bathroom area, in his uniform, and walks the opposite direction.

With them being the only ones here.

No words were said - not even an eye contact - as the two just barely brushed past each other by the shoulder and continued their way the opposite direction.

But Jungkook stops mid step while Jimin kept walking to his area of the locker room - the doubts getting the better side of him.

Since last night the two haven't talked. At all.

Jungkook did send him a goodnight message, but Jimin didn't respond. He didn't like the idea or thought that he possibly got Jimin upset, and he wanted to talk to someone about it but talking to Taehyung about Jimin is a lost cost.

Especially if he doesn't exactly like him.

It's doesn't take a genius to know that Jimin got upset with the whole Taehyung thing, for who knows why, but he knows that if they don't talk about it now then it will impact either of them somehow during the game.

No matter how focused and centered they could try or show to appear

So, with a heavy huff, Jungkook turns around and walks to the section Jimin disappeared off to.

He's the only one there, putting on his knee pads silently.

Jungkook eyed him for a good second, trying not to get distracted how the shorts fit a bit tighter on his body, before he pushes himself to stride towards him. Jimin must've sensed the presence because he looks up, his face still grim yet he did play off a soft smile.

"Hey-"

Immediately Jimin steps back by the closeness of the two, back pressed against the locker now with eyes wide to Jungkook towering over him despite their height not being so far from each other.

For a good moment Jungkook doesn't move, but then he raised his hand and closes Jimin's locker shut.

Just beside his body.

Jungkook stares into his eyes and leans closer to him, making sure his gaze is piercing into Jimin's with a slight head tilt.

"Are you still mad at me?"

Frozen in place, Jimin could barely move. He's blinking and his breath is a little uneven, yet he still managed to hesitantly smile it off, "Why would I be mad? Just in the game focus."

"Hm," Jungkook didn't believe him, "Is concealing your emotions part of blue?"

"Just being optimistic."

"Then I sure as hell can't wait until you're more blunt," Jungkook bellows, straining more of Jimin's smile, "Taehyung is just a friend."

"I know."

"And he will only be just a friend," Jungkook says slowly, making sure Jimin understands every word carefully, "I want to spend time with him too, and I should be able to do that just like you have that freedom too."

This is when Jimin's color slid, just for a tad second. His eyes flickered with a tint of annoyance, but it quickly washed away, filled with his smile as though it didn't happen, "I know that silly. I guess I just wanted to spend time with you yesterday, but don't mind me, yeah?"

Jungkook's eye twitched, not believing it one bit, but right now they're on a time clock so they don't have enough time to get into a conversation

He'll take Jimin's word for it, for now.

So, Jungkook slowly nods, still keeping a stubborn glare in his eyes, "Well, good luck out there today."

"You too."

"We're still on for dinner today by the way."

This made Jimin's stare appear more genuine, smiley now with an enthusiastic nod, "Yeah, sounds like a plan!"

Staring into his eyes for one last time, Jungkook just leans forward and kisses his forehead while affectionately ruffles with his hair before turning around - this time feeling much more calmer compared to how he was before.

Leaving Jimin with a giddy and squealing smile as he bounces between his feet.

They're both ready for this game for sure.

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A/N:
Aw, seems like they got it worked out somehow....

I hope.

Kinda.

Next chapter will be a bit..... Steamy, so get ready!

I PURPLE YOU! <333