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It’s no secret that Kim Chanhwi isn’t exactly the most enthusiastic and excited volleyball player. He really couldn’t care for the game. He only joined the team to make his asshole of a father happy and even that didn’t work. Even when his father got arrested and sent to prison, Chanhwi remained on the team. Why? He simply couldn’t be fucked quitting.

Today’s game was an important one. It was a showdown between Sunhwa Academy and their rival school. It was al down to Chanhwi. He would have the last serve before the end of the game. Five minutes were left on the clock. Chanhwi breathed deeply as he went to prepare for the serve. Everything was going well until someone knocked him, causing him to lose his perfect serve. The ball flew too far to the left which led the ball to land out of bounds.

It was all over. 

Was Chanhwi pleased? Far from it. He made it his mission when the game ended to find the mascot who had knocked him and give them a piece of his mind. He didn’t care. He was pissed and they had caused him to lose the game. He’d make sure they’d pay.

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Goal.

Whether it was adrenaline or pure ecstasy, Daehwan didn’t know, all he knew was that they won. After two years of constantly losing to their historic rival, Sunhwa was back on top. Daehwan took a risk, with his pass, only hoping that Jaewook’s defense would be rewarded with a shot from Taemin. God, it felt good. To have his ears slightly numbed because of the sudden uproar of that exact feeling.

Adrenaline and ecstasy.

The rush that runs through him as his cheeks start to hurt as he and all of his fellow teammates pull their shirts over their heads, to celebrate in some strange male fashion that includes half-nudity. Their voices are cracking from the hollers, even the mascot is involved. 

Daehwan put an arm around the mascot and grinned, grabbing hold of the head and kissing its forehead out of the sheer excitement. This all continued until they reached the locker room, where a few of the spectators followed to congratulate them (mostly alumni who understand what it meant to be on adrenaline and ecstasy at the same time) and where the coach took a moment to join in on the fun. 

With his arm still around the mascot, Daehwan looked at the jaguar and gave it a look. “ Bro, aren’t you hot? ” He nodded at the head, removing his arm to give the kid free space. “ Take it off, you’ll get a heat stroke. ”