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No matter where he stood with his life, the world has always revolved around volleyball for Jeongguk. There were a very few things lodged deep inside his thick stubborn skull, and he's been doing those for so long, he had forgotten to accept changes and shifts and people that came anew.
Volleyball. Family. School.
Other than that, nothing much remained.
He wouldn't say his life was boring, per se (mostly because he's too balky to recognize it)- sure his everyday life didn't change that much when the previous day turned into the next, but pouring his whole being into the sport, Jeongguk wouldn't say he even notices it. The stillness. The quiet. The solitude.
He'd much rather admit he was once an even worse type of company, and while that has never brought anything but peace in everyday life, it was an awful attitude on the court. Jeon Jeongguk has always been desperate to win, desperate to fight until the very last breath, completely urgent to redeem and prove himself in play, so really, he had no choice but to ... associate himself with his teammates.
Needless to say, it helped him a lot with the games he wanted to win; not so much with the said tranquility he's always been trying to maintain. Not so much with not losing his goddamn mind every time one of them opened his mouth.
Obviously, some of them were quite nice - didn't speak much, didn't disturb his momentum - but that isn't something he'd be able to say about every single one of them.
Jeongguk coughs as he slows down his jog right before entering the school's properties. The atmosphere around him can barely be called alive and the sun isn't even rising yet, but as a persistent vital young male, he refuses to give up on his routine morning run, even if for the sake of being in company with those blockheads for a few minutes longer.
The sky is painting itself light hues of blush pink and intrusive orange, the shades tinting the school windows in vibrant reflections of the day yet to come; and Jeongguk more feels than simply imagines the somnolence drain from his body, as if a dam has just been released, and the sleepiness is now flowing slowly over his worn-out sneakers and soaking the white of his socks.
He breathes in the fresh air (as fresh as the air in the middle of the biggest city of Korea can be); breathes out - it becomes a foggy wisp when leaving the curve of his lips, and vanishes into thin air as it has never even been there.
The morning is too cold, too raw for a boy to just stand there and bask in the early sunlight - but Jeongguk has never been a typical boy, and there are very rare things he wouldn't risk so that he wouldn't have to enter the gym right away. A cold isn't one of them.
It wasn't always like that, not at all. There were times when he genuinely enjoyed working out, being a team with individuals who shared the same dreams as him- Jeon Jeongguk wasn't always in need of loneliness but those times have passed long ago, even before he entered university and they were buried along with his tolerance and gullibility.
