stadium 。

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ mingyu [] It is okiiii and no you don't xD

Wonwoo's ears heated up when the senior guy talked to him again. He didn't even have a clue about what actually happened but if the senior asked if he wanted to kill himself...then was he about to get hit by a bat or something?
"I...uh... I'm sorry I'm sorry"
Wonwoo bowed few more times, not just to the handsome senior but also to the other players who were chuckling and smirking at him. He bit his lips trying so hard not to blush as the tall guy talked again. He didn't understand why the others are teasing him either so he decided the best way is to get out of here.
Wonwoo looked at the other, and got struck in awe for a few seconds because the sweaty hair and glistening face the senior had was too good to be true indeed. Still Wonwoo couldn't spare anymore time in being the centre of attention. He felt super awkward.
"Thank you...sunbae... I'll be more careful next time"
He bowed to the senior and the others for the nth time again.
"Sorry to interrupt your practice. Please carry on..."
And with that Wonwoo ran away to where his own team was, without even bothering to look back. He sat on a bench and started to breath heavily to calm himself down from the earlier embarrassment.

@ΝΓΤ ³ wonwoo [] I'm such a terrible rp partner :( sorry I orz

"you're such a (teammate's name), we could've gotten into trouble" Mingyu yelled, hands still tightly clutching on the guy in front of him and eyes focused on the ashamed face of his teammate, as if the other felt the piercing glare Mingyu was sending towards him.
Another exasperated sigh left Mingyu's lips as he turned to face the shaken junior, "are you sure you're okay? I mean what the heck are you doing in the middle of the field? ya wanna kill yourself?"
The other players on the field noticed the joking tone on Mingyu's voice and so everybody, again in unison, teased the clueless junior. "don't worry, I'll beat their asses later" he reassured to the guy in front of him as he tossed a towel on one of his teammate's face to try and shut 'em up.

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ mingyu In his mind Wonwoo was still thinking many things. He got awed by the way those seniors swung their bats and hit the ball without missing. Then he wondered why he chose baseball. He could have chosen basketball. He has read dozens of manga and watched equal amount of anime about basketball. It was always his hidden fantasy to be a basketball player but for that he should step out of the house, which he wasn't willing to do. Thinking about manga he suddenly realized that there will be a huge book sale in the city and he was planning to go there. Well this is actually something that could make him excited. Without being aware of what's going on the ground he's standing on he turned head to check the school clock to make sure he isn't late.
The next thing Wonwoo felt was a strong hold om his arm and him being pulled towards something...or someone. Wonwoo yelled in surprise but it wasn't too loud thanks to his deep voice. His body collided into something even strong and it took Wonwoo a few seconds to realize that he is being pressed on to someone's chest. A broad stiff chest that is. Wonwoo blinked, then slowly looked up until his eyes reach a handsome face, with sharp eyes and sun kissed skin. For a moment Wonwoo imagined shining hearts on his eyes because the guy in front of him looks so good. But he quickly shook his head and leaned away quickly, his legs still jelly because of the sudden shock.
He heard the handsome guy's voice, which is even manly. Wonwoo looked up again to make sure that he is talking to him and nodded softly.
"Uhmm yeah I'm ok...d-did something happened, sunbae?"
He blinked while looking around. He saw few others seniors staring at him as if he is some idiot, maybe pissed off because he invaded their training ground. Then he realised what he did and widened his eyes before quickly bowing down.
"I'm sorry...I really didn't mean to interfere your practice. I... I'm sorry"

[] Sorry for late reps... And I'm totally gonna write a fic about this xD

@ΝΓΤ ³ wonwoo [[ ohtake mushroom, wait hAHAHAHa I refereed to wonwoo as a freshie, just scratch that aight? LMAO sorry]]

@ΝΓΤ ³ wonwoo "heyy, (teammates name), stop goofing around finish the set, will you? I'm in a hurry"
A disgruntled Mingyu playfully shoves his teammate as the other fixes his glove. A couple of weeks passed since Mingyu tranferred to Blue Mountain State and he already scored the captain position of the campus' baseball team. It was nothing compared to the accomplishments he got from his previous university, although he was never grateful as he knew every single favor the school did for him was all because of his family.
Angsty background aside, despite of the current disheveled appearance due to the constant practices, he still looks good with a messy hair, sweaty face and dirty jersey.
"awwe, what now? you got a date or something?"
His mate commented as everybody in the field all in unison, deep inside he wanted to hit them with the bat he was clutching on his right hand.. "ha.ha.ha, a " Mingyu responded with a playful scoff.
Indeed he was quite in a hurry, but not because of some shallow reason, but because of the book sale that's currently happening on the next town, and it takes about an hour and a half to get there. The seemingly agitated captain keeps taking glances on the school clock once in a while, not wanting to let the sale-opportunity to pass him. "I'm gonna kill these es if they don't hurry up" he muttered to himself.
As Mingyu stood next to the bench, both arms crossed against his chest and waiting for the last set to be finished, he couldn't help but watch a freshie, as it may seem as to where he walked from, stride aimlessly across their practice area. "Is he high or somethn" he wondered to himself, but as soon as he took off his gaze from the latter to once again check on the clock, the guy was already near the batting area, probably a couple of steps a away from Mingyu, with long steps he reached the other on time before he got hit by the ball, quickly grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards Mingyu.
"heyy, kid, you okay?" he asked although his attention was on his teammate, mouthing cursed words for almost hitting the freshie.

@ΣΥΤ ⁴ mingyu Wonwoo entered the practice grounds following his teammates, wearing his gloves and tightening his knee guards. His face did not have any signs of excitement even thou it was his first day in baseball practice. He just wished he could stay in his room and played some games, which is the type of game he was actually good at. It was his parent's suggestion that he'd join a sport at least in his college so his stamina and memory will improve and blah blah.
Wonwoo walked ahead and stood in line with the others to meet the coach. When all the welcoming speeches are done they started with the practice. Wonwoo had to practice throw and catch first but it made him look like an idiot since he is too clumsy. He would always throw the ball in the wrong direction and couldn't manage to catch the ball a few times. He could feel the coach sighing while looking at him and it made him feel ashamed. Being a guy he couldn't even manage to catch a small ball.
He saw in the other side of the court the seniors are practicing. They were already so good in everything and it sparked a little motivation in Wonwoo's mind. With a bit of determination, he tried to focus hard on the simple task of catching and throwing.
When they were given a break Wonwoo was already sweating so much. While drinking a few sips from his water bottle he mindlessly walked closer to where the seniors were practicing. He did not know how close he was because he was trying to figure out their playing techniques.

@ΔΧΛ ⁴ johnny Yuta hating feeling helpless, hated that he had become so busy he couldn't focus on all of his responsibilities and, as a result, lost eligibility for the soccer team. He had handed over his jersey and grabbed his duffle from his locker, ignoring the stares and whispers of the other team members as he left the locker room and moved to the bleachers. Unable to force himself to go back to the fraternity house, where he would be undoubtedly bothered constantly for presidential duties, he decided to climb to the top of the bleachers and just sit there, bag beside him.

His heart ached as the soccer team spilled out into the stadium to practice, wanting nothing more than to be out there with the rest of them, but he had ed up and he needed to take responsibility. While he should have been in the library doing homework, he couldn't bring himself to actually complete anything right now, his mind miles away from where his responsibilities were.

The noise of someone stepping on the stairs caused Yuta's gaze to quickly be torn from the field, and his eyes locked on the ducked head of one of his fraternity brothers, Johnny. Why Johnny was out here, he had no idea, but he could assume it was because of his outburst earlier—which he regretted, of course, but everything going wrong in his life had just snapped all at once, and before he knew it he was holding an empty water bottle being pinned to the wall by a security guard that made him /extremely/ uncomfortable.

It was not a good time.

"John, what are you doing up here?" Yuta asked softly, turning his head to the right to look up at the male that had just sat down beside him. "I mean, I uh, you didn't have to come after me."

@ΔΧΛ ⁴ yuta It took him a while to find Yuta to make sure he was alright, having looked through every other room throughout the campus. Not in the dance studio for his supposed evaluation, not on the rooftop garden where he could surround himself in calmness, not even in the library where he could study and do the work he said he needed to do so he could visit his family in Japan and take care of some things. Finally it hit him—the other was on the soccer team, and they usually had their practice around this time.

Taking his camera with him, Johnny let it hang around his neck as he approached the stadium where they practiced for the season, chocolate brown eyes scanning over the players on the field. They were all wearing practice jerseys with their surname and number, but he couldn't find the one that said 'Nakamoto'. Resolving to just sit on the bleachers and wait for him, Johnny turned to start up the stairs, but he froze when he saw a familiar head of wavy brown hair.

Why was Yuta sitting on the bleachers instead of participating in the practice?

Slowly, the photography major forced himself to move up the stairs, approaching his fraternity brother and president silently. He kept his eyes on the stairs, even when he felt that intense gaze move from its focus on the field to him, and he kept quiet as he lowered himself to sit beside the Japanese man.