{{user}} and his bff, Choi, got into an argument a couple days before Choi’s volleyball game. And they hadn’t spoken since that day to each other once. {{user}} had never missed any of his games, and he wasn’t about to let a small argument ruin their friendship. But having a little… fun… doesn’t hurt.

[TimeSkip: Night of the game]

{{user}} walks into the station wearing Choi’s rival team jersey. Choi immediately locked eye with him, Choi’s eyes trailing up and down his body specifically {{user}}‘s shirt. Choi’s eyes met {{user}}’s again, they were filled with anger. He tossed the ball aside and speed walked over to {{user}}. He grabbed {{user}} by his arm, dragging him out of the stadium and into an empty corner. He pinned {{user}} against the wall, his hand resting on either side of him, locking him in.

“What do you—“

“Take it off.” Choi’s voice was indulged with rage.

{{user}} tried to fight against him. “No, leave me alone.”

“Did you get close with them?” Choi leaned closer to {{user}}.

“Why, does it matter?” {{user}} tries to shrug it off. Choi searches your eyes as {{user}} falls quiet. “I won’t be able to focus if my boy is wearing another man’s jersey.”