Alphas 4 Alphas

1.

"How are you going to smoke and run at the same time you dumbass?" Hoseok asks, balancing the ball on his feet as Jungkook starts jogging down the field with a cigarette between his lips.
"By minding my business, that's how." Jungkook retorts as Hoseok drops the ball and begins charging towards him at a fast pace.

Jungkook increases his speed, and before they know it, they're running around the track.
"When's the smoker's cough going to set in," Hoseok voices, out of breath and begins to slow down while Jungkook is still running at full speed with a cigarette between his fingers this time. Hoseok's breathing in and out of pure exhaustion.
Jungkook flips him off with his free hand as he begins another lap.

"WHO ARE WE?!" Jimin's loud voice pitched Jungkook's ears. He stops running and turns around to see the boy with his teammates.
"LIONS!"
"WHAT ARE WE HERE TO DO ?!" Jimin shouts once more

"WI-"

"Nah- no, you fuckers can't be here," Hoseok protests, throwing the ball at Jimin's Head. Jimin catches the ball and kicks it far off the field.

"We booked this field with coach Roy." Jimin explains away- "you Asswipes are the ones who can't be here." Jimin corrected, causing Jungkook to begin walking towards them.
"Booked?, I didn't realize this was one of your hole bleaching spas Min. Didn't realize we needed booking." Jungkook teased cruelly, sizing up His shoulders, Jimin starts sizing himself up too. Getting ready for a fight.

"Hey, Guys What's everyone doing here?" Namjoon greets, holding a 24 pack of blue Gatorade.
"You Guys were just leaving," Jimin grits, his hard dark brown eyes never leaving Jungkook's.
"But, we're supposed to be practicing," Namjoon complains, and the other boys of the soccer team voice their agreement with the taller man.
"I don't know why you guys bother, nobody gives a shit about fucking soccer," Jimin tells the other team, and namjoon spoke up once more.

"Soccer is the most popular sport internationally. Football is only relevant in North America, Europe, and Japan."
"Good thing we are in America, right?" Jimin quips before making a sign with his hand that makes his teammates rush forward towards the field.

"Soccer participation is steadily increasi-"

"Shut up, Kim," Jimin shuts namjoon down before moving passed Jungkook with a hard shove to his shoulder, which was a little further up from his.
"We're staying because we booked ahead," Jimin announces before sending his guys into the field.

Jungkook's team shows up steadily after Jimin's starts their excerises in the middle of the field.
"Keep your back straight. Feel the burn in your core; that's your strength." Jimin instructs as he walked through everyone, making sure their bodies were straight.

"150! Good job, you guys. No one released any pheromones, either. I know it's hard to keep your scent to yourself during intense activity, but remember what the coach said about respecting the omegas and betas around by not polluting the air. Let's do some drills." Jimin yells over the crowd.

"' Polluting the air' what a bunch of betas," Jungkook scoffs, kicking the ball to Hoseok, who kicks it back at the same speed and force.

"You wouldn't know what that's like Jungkook; playing soccer doesn't require any actual strength or determination, so I can understand you not having to worry about your scent," Jimin snarls, Jungkook's jaw hardens but before he could reply there's a ball coming at him.

Jungkook successfully dodges the ball; after regaining his posture and the ball, he kicks it in the direction of Hoseok, the person who almost injured him.

Hoseok runs, and Jungkook kicks the ball right into Jimin's back leg. Jimin crunches over in pain. His team stands up almost instantly.
"WHAT THE FUCK JEON?" Eunho said, getting everyone riled up.
"My bad," Jungkook said, but there was a smirk on his face as He watches Jimin crunch over, grabbing his quickly reddening leg.