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That Day

     Minho wasn't a very sentimental person, but there was always one memory with his old friends that he held with fondness. The day they all played basketball together. Well, some of them did.

     Minho's baseball cap hit the back of Changbin's head that day. "Did you wake up and feel brave today?"

     "Hey!" Changbin took Minho's cap and held it out; a peace offering. "You're not much taller. If you join my team, we can show Hyunjin up."

     "Not a chance!" Hyunjin appeared out of nowhere by Minho's side, a grin splitting his face. "The teams needs to be even. You need someone tall on your team."

     "Yeah, cause we're all towering above six feet, obviously," Changbin muttered under his breath. He put on Minho's cap before heading to the far end of the court. "If I win, you're not getting this back, Lee Minho!"

     "Somehow, I'm not worried," Minho deadpanned. He looked over into the distance and grinned. "Speak of the devil, here comes the only person who can maybe show Hyunjin up."

     Seungmin looked wholly unamused, trudging over to the basketball court. "What do you guys want?"

     "Join Changbin's team!" Hyunjin was already swinging himself on the hoop.

     Seungmin frowned. "I don't play sports."

     "This isn't a sport, this is a slaughter."

     A resounding "hey!" was heard from Changbin across the court.

     Seungmin laughed and shook his head. "Sounds fun but I think I'll watch. I'm not going to risk it."

     "Risk what--" Minho stopped short. Somehow, seeing Seungmin head over to the nearest bench with zero hesitation, he knew not to push it.

     Hyunjin didn't know. "Come on, I didn't go all this way to see the great and fearless Kim Seungmin be a scaredy cat!" He ran over to Seungmin's side, hands out for a playful push.

     Seungmin dodged. When he straightened himself, his back was turned. "Don't push me." There was a finality to his words, a cold one.

     Hyunjin froze, his mouth hung open, before he shrugged. "Sorry, man. Anyways, guys, what do we do about the uneven teams? Who wants to sit out?"
"Oh hell no." A new voice joined the fray. Well, two.

     Han and Felix arrived side by side, as always. "Put us in the game, coach!"

     Hyunjin chuckled. "Okay, tallest picks first." Changbin didn't have time to protest. "I take Felix."

     "Minho!" Changbin's voice called out in an echo.

     Minho looked over to the bench where Seungmin was, who was looking lost in thought. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, he thought about checking on him. But the excitement in the air banished the notion as soon as it appeared.

     Hyunjin groaned. "When does Chan get here?"

     "What am I, chopped liver?" Han muttered. He was ignored.

     "Chan was here before me!"

     "Changbin, stop talking to us from a distance, you look smaller on the horizon!" Hyunjin yelled back. He was flipped off. "And if Chan was here before you, where is he!?"

     "Here." Chan walked in on cue, coffee in hand. "I've been here since 2."

     "Why!?" Han's exasperation was comical.