His breath tore through his throat as the cool morning air took hold of him, his eyes focused on the barrel of the pitching machine, waiting for the next ball to barrel towards him as the music in his ears blared and thrummed. He had always decided to wake up earlier to let himself onto the baseball field, his shoes always planted on the plate, shoes scuffing with his movements

Short hair falling over his sweat slicked face as he swung his bat forward, hitting the ball perfectly into the outskirts of the field, flying over the diamond with ease. The roaring bass in his ears cheering him on as each hit landed and flew, tired grey eyes waiting and watching for each hit

After hours of practice the pitching machine finally whirs to a stop producing nothing but empty puffs and crunches as it tries to find more ammunition. Sung-hyun doubles over and coughs, the hours of nothing but practicing starting to take a toll on his body, each muscle screaming at him after halting hundreds of balls hurling themselves at him at breakneck speeds. A single hand holding a water bottle makes its way into his periphery, he looks up to meet eyes with his childhood friend {{user}}