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ꨄ♥︎❦♥︎ꨄ
“Khun over here!”
“No, Khun over here! I’m wide open!”
”Fuck off bro!”
Dribbling the ball between his legs, Khun made a daring dash towards the supposed guarded net. Some of his teammates were currently arguing to the side somewhere which served as a well enough of a puzzled distraction for the opposite team.
Nearing the net, Khun stared down the 6’ 5” guy, his eyes currently taking in the spectacle that was going on in the side lines. Taking the ball into his right hand, he did a 180 turn around him and being feet away from the net, he went in with flying step, jumping in and dunking the ball with a satisfying swoosh.
Ears heard and heads spun. Khun was already by the bleachers when the delayed reaction started.
”Ayeeeee!”
”Hell ya! Suck on that fuckers!”
“Can’t beat that you little shits!”
Khun ignored their comments as he went to take a sip of water. The cooled liquid quenching his thirst rapidly. Before he could swallow it down, hands were at his shoulders in a matter of seconds.
“Aye my man! That’s it bro, always doing your sneaky shit huh?” Some random dude in the team, Boro, he thinks is his name, exclaimed out loud. He was almost too close to his ear. Khun, unknowing to the excited guy, just annoyingly glared at him.
”It’s not sneaky shit dude it’s called tactic. One uses their distracted asses for our gain.” Someone else in the team pitched in. Sachi he guesses. Not that he cares for names.
”Tactic huh? Clearly that’s the only shit that seems to work.” Someone else uninvitedly piped in.
”What you mean? Other shit has worked.”
”Oh? Like what?”
”Well...oh that’s right! Remember when we used the spilled water to our advantage? And what about when one of our guy’s fingers got caught in one of their shorts strand loops?”
”Dude, you kidding me? I meant strategies, not accidents.”
”Oh what’s the difference. Strategies, accidents, they serve for the same result.”
”No they don’t. So far only distracting them has worked. The only thing your stupid ass is good enough to do. You can’t even manage a proper dribble.”
”Whatever man and yes I have!”
Pretty soon the conversation started to get heated. Everyone pitched in little by little and Khun was growing more and more irritated by the second. The grip around his water bottle was starting to make his knuckles turn white.
”Then that should be a good thing right? We’ve been using it to our gain and we’ve been doing it slickly too. No one has been able to pull it off—”
”Oh yeah? Then how come I’m the only one fucking doing it?”
At the sound of Khun’s statement, everyones ranting in the group silenced down. Eyes of every size and color blinked and slowly shifted towards one another as the blue head tilted his head back to gulp down on his remaining water. Some of it streamed down the side of his plush pink lips as he drank.
Coming to an end, Khun dropped his head back down. Icy blue eyes stared at every one of his teammates. Everyone suppressed a shiver as those two orbs roamed around. If only he had the power to actually turn them all into ice statues...
”Excuse me?”
Interrupted, blue icy eyes turned to look next to him. He was immediately greeted by an almost same statured male. He was taller by an inch or so and he had long chestnut colored hair, all of it was tied and bundled into a single low pony tail. His eyes were obscured by the heavy fringe in front of his face and Khun lifted a questioning brow at him. His patience running on a fine line now, even for a stranger.
”Sorry to interrupt but...would you mind opening this up for me?” The brunet’s voice was soft and unwavering. Non hesitant as he tilted his head. His heavy fringe did not once shift fully to reveal his eyes underneath and Khun furrowed his own brows.
There was something somewhat commanding in his tone. Obviously one couldn’t hear it straight away but he did feel it underlining his words somewhere. More often than not, when he was presented with someone, they would often times horribly stutter and start to shake, that would very quickly and very poorly lead to a mess of jumbled words and eye rolls.
It annoyed the hell out of him.
This for some reason though, was different. This guy’s stature was firm and confident. Hand steady as he presented Khun a bottle with some red liquid inside.
For some reason, this was irritating him more than anything else. It reminded him of someone.
”Are you going to open it for me or not? I can ask someone else if not.” Again, his tone was flat and steady and that! That tone. That fucking tone right there!
No body in such a long time has ever spoken to him like that before. And for some fucking reason, it sounded too titillating to him.
Once again. He fucking hated it!
It was almost like he was saying, do it or don’t, makes no difference to me. I can find someone else to do it just the same. Which was pretty much what he was saying anyways but you know..it wasn’t as shitty as he was making it seem in his head.
The bastard didn’t even bother to throw in a please either. What the fuck. Does he even know who the hell he's even talking to?!
Khun looked down into his hands again. In the grasp of his tight hold, he had the rather large bottle of some red power drink. Probably from the vending machines from out back of the gym. It was cherry flavored from what he could read on the label. It looked easy for even a 5 year old to open, why does he need his help for?
Khun looked up at him again, a cold stare directed towards where he would assume his eyes were.
If this was some lame attempt at approaching him (even with the sultry confident tone), than he would surely not grant him the satisfaction of even one minimal success here. No matter how this bastard was planning to have it.
”What? Can’t open it yourself? I bet you can use that mouth more than just talk, right?” Khun didn’t register what he had said until after he said it. And man did he wish he could have seen what expression was under that mound of hair.
”You can open it yourself.” He coldly finished, making sure his face was as expressionless as ever.
Not waiting for the boy to answer back, Khun threw his extra towel over his shoulder and walked away. He didn’t bother look back as all 6 heads but one stared in shock towards him.
He really was entitled to the name Ice King.
🔵🔵🔵
The next day rolled around after that. It was currently the 11th of February, a Tuesday and Khun groaned as he opened his gym locker. Mountains of letters and crumbled treats poured onto the floor by his feet.
What the hell?! Who the hell even does this shit anymore?!
”Damn my man, secret admirers?”
Khun rolled his eyes as he bent down to pick up all of the letters. Wangnan stayed cheekily smirking up until he saw where the blue headed male was heading with the pile of letters and treats.
Khun calmly stormed out of the locker room, arms full and piled. Wangnan filed out as well, and he watched as Khun stopped in front of a huge trash bin. Before dropping the letters inside, he made sure to take a look around for any prying eyes. When he caught some lurking around in corners and down the hallway, he very coldly proceeded to drop the pile into the bin.
Wangnan rose his brows in shock.
Khun continued to do the same with the rest of them and when he finished dumping the letters out, as if nothing happened, he slammed his locker closed and tucked his hands into his pockets. He continued on with his day by leaving the room and walking down the hall. The silvery blue of his bob swaying as he faded away, initial plan to stay and shoot some regular hoops now ruined. Wangnan shook his head in disbelief.
Ice king suited him too well.
Taking a step towards the door as well, his foot almost skittered when a slip of paper caught onto his base of his shoe. Curious when he saw the velvety tones of the paper, he grabbed it to see who was one of the unfortunate souls that encountered the Ice King’s wrath. Wangnan unfolded the delicately enveloped piece of paper.
His eyes scanned it and the more he read the more his brows rose into his hair line.
He smirked mischievously as an idea pinged into his head. In which case, these never ended well.