❛ ↺ gymnasium

@m. yoongi "awe...how sweet." chungha cooed out slightly, unable to help herself with how adorable he was, despite the fact that he always protested when she called him that. she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as he dribbled the ball, eyes darting over his frame attentively to capture every detail in her head. "mmhm...somehow i don't believe that me fluttering my eyelashes is the cause for your fainting, as flattering as that is." she deadpans, shaking her head good-naturedly but letting the subject drop for now. eventually she'd force him to either tell her what was really wrong or maybe she'd just force him to actually sleep, but for now she was content with letting him think he fooled her.

the faint blush on her face deepened even more as she felt him tuck a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, only to have her face turned shocked after he flicked her forehead. "hey!!" she could hear that he mumured something underneath his breath, but she was too far away to hear it, rubbing the spot he flicked her with soft fingers. she watched with wide eyes as he lined up for a shot and then made it into the basket, jumping up and cheering him on, the sounds of her cheering and clapping echoing in the empty gym. "no wonder you're the best player, you seem to practice more than anyone on the team."

she looked up as he approached her, head tilting sideways to ponder his question. "mmm no, i like it. it's fun watching you play." she stopped herself from talking before she exposed that the real reason she wanted to stay was because she just enjoyed his presence, and it didn't help that he looked hot playing basketball. "all of the above? i like spending time with you so i don't mind what we do." usually chungha wasn't this blunt, especially since she was inexperienced with guys and her feelings towards them but for some reason , the boy standing in front of her made her feel comfortable enough to be her honest self with him.

@k. chungha he in a deepened breath, but could only hold onto it speechlessly when he witnesses the pout followed by the... weird-wings-on-her-eyelids-fluttering thing residing on her features, soon exhaling in quiet segments with his chest rising and deflating irregularity. he could only shake his head at her response, and though his expression remains amused, the fondness never dissipates, mumbling, “I couldn’t be mad at you anyway.” even if he was hot tempered at times, in his mind, chungha was someone who could do no wrong at his standards, but even then, him fainting was solely due to his unhealthy habits and impulsiveness. yoongi dribbled the ball a few times before hooking it back into his side, biting his tongue before a ushers what he assumes is a white lie, “I’m resting enough— just your eye thing is in’ me up, but I’ll just have to take the risk if I look at you, huh?”

although hesitant, he picks up his free hand to brush away a blonde strand behind her ear, but of course to break the seriously, he slowly traces over slowly to her forehead, his middle finger and thumb forming an ‘o’ before he gives her a light flick. yoongi chuckles lowly at her tactics before twirling away, and in the midst of her being the calm to his storm, he feels a sense of epinephrine arising in his synaptic knobs. “seems like she’s won something else of his too if we’re being honest.” he mutters merely to himself. the friction from the floor and the soles of his shoes continually squeak when he dribbles frantically up to the hoop while the balls of his feet boost him up then as time merely stops, the ball (thankfully due to his heart running miles) gracefully twirls around the tip and down the net in a perfect spiral. he quickly tweaks over to the side where the ball continually bounces, setting it in between his feet to relay it like a soccer ball.

“watching me play ball isn’t boring? and— I don’t mind you sticking around and all, but there’s not much you could do, unless you have some sick idea. tripping by seven eleven for some trash food? going to a fancy restaurant in trashy clothing? a stroll along the river? go home to watch a movie?”

@m. yoongi her expression dropped to a pout once he brought up his fainting, "awe, i'm sorry. forgive me?" she looked up at him with an exaggerated puppy dog look, complete with a trembling bottom lip and fluttering eyelashes, remembering that he seemed to have a weakness whenever she fluttered her eyelashes around him. "but for real, are you sure you're getting enough rest? i'm worried, i know you're not just fainting because of me, as oddly flattering as that is..." she looked at him pointedly, knowing that he was under alot of stress because of his commitment to the team and his studies. she was naturally a worrier, always having to have been the one to look after her sibling when their mother worked extra shifts to provide, so she felt the need to make sure he was taken care of.

she smirked at his cocky expression, trying to not think about how hot his little tough guy act was before growing shy under his sharp yet soft gaze, eyes darting from his face to the ball as her cheeks grew warmer, "i won against the great min yoongi? wow, this is a day i'll remember forever. " she jokingly shouted in the empty basketball court, twirling around on the slick wood floors. "are you gonna practice some more? i could keep you company until you're done. that is--" she cleared slightly, afraid that she had made an assumption. "-if you wanted me to. i know some people like privacy when they practice so..."

@k. chungha maybe he didn’t mind the fact he was making a fool out of himself solely because he gotten a prize for it, which was chungha’s supposed response of happiness and endearment. he scoffed playfully with the brief roll of his eyes before squinting at her almost accusingly, “fun for you until I faint again like the past few days.” her complimenting was a small reason, but a mini secret of his was that he was pushing himself too hard for the upcoming game. he raised his brows, arms folded across his chest loosely as he his head back slightly, feigning a rather flattered and cocky expression, “me? you? fight? let’s go.” but then he ends up prying out into laughter due to chungha’s tactics, cupping a hand over his mouth to hinder the gummy grin. however, the moments seem to stop in between them, and he fails to keep his lips pressed into a hard line, but instead they part due to his stammering thoughts. yoongi nearly chokes out his words as the details of her features upclose relay over and over again like a classic forty’s love story on a black and white film. he clears his throat, faze growing fond as he stares at her own ebony pairs while whispering, taking back the ball into his possession, “absolutely nothing. I think you won me over, miss chungha. it seems like your charms have overpowered mister min’s guard.”

@m. yoongi although she felt bad that he nearly tripped, she couldn't stop the tinkling laugh that escaped . "where's the fun in that?" chungha walked over to the sideline dropping her dance bag onto the floor before walking closer to where he stood. "you, obviously." she caught the ball and spun it a few times in her hand, before attempting to dribble the ball, but failing miserably. "thought you said you wanted to fight so--here i am." the grin on her face made it obvious that she was joking, but nonetheless she walked closer to him with a cocked eyebrow. before long they were basically face to face, the only space between them due to the basketball she held up against his chest. "whatcha gonna do, mr. min?"

@k. chungha this is how he’d usually spend his nights. shooting hoop after hoop, and being the coach, that in the least, was his speciality; however, this time, he pushes harder due to possible love interests. though in the midst of his practice, he stumbles upon hearing the familiar feminine voice while the ball nearly slips out from his fingers, “fu—“ then he takes it back into his possession, relaying it to his side before staring at the intruder with widened eyes. soon after realizing it was the none other than The Chungha, he can’t help but to break out into a smile from his brief scowl, patting his chest while panting softly, “damn, ring the door bell next time, would ya?” not like there wasn’t any. he then bounces the ball into chungha’s direction with an arched brow, “what brings you here?”

@m. yoongi chungha swiped her solace id so that the gym doors would open, making her way over to the basketball court. her sneakers squeaked on the glossy wooden floor, a natural smile tugging on her lips as she saw the figure of a certain basketball captain she was just texting. "kobe bryant who?" she called out jokingly, her long blonde hair swinging behind her head in a ponytail, laughing after she saw his startled expression when he turned his head towards her. "my b, seem's like i'm always scaring you."

@b. baekhyun after finishing everything today, i am now sitting down on the bleachers while listening to music through my bluetooth headphones. i'm gently bobbing my head and mouthing the words to the music all while observing people doing different gym things before you caught my eyes when you seem to be bobbing your head and tapping your feet to some music so is it mines? i mean you are almost sitting close to me but damn you looked beautiful.

() i know this is short asf but i promise it'll get longer as we reply more.