𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* chapter 22 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

[ han's POV ]

punch after punch hyunjin's nose poured more and more blood.
lifting him off the ice by the collar of his jersey, i pulled him closer to my face.
"look what you did..." i told him, "look!" giving him an extra shake.
hyunjin struggled but managed to open his left eye before speaking.

"say bye to your spot as team captain"
"what?" i mumbled under my voice.

in that moment a wave of realization and regret came over me, i just threw a punch at my own teammate.
what did i just do.
suddenly i felt two referees grabbing onto each of my arms and tearing me off of hyunjin. as they pulled me away, i got a glimpse of the rest of my teammates who stood in disbelief.
the referees threw me into the penalty box and my coach marched over.

"what the fuck was that jisung! what were you thinking?!"
he yelled, throwing my helmet into my chest.

"you should have heard what he was saying about seungmin out there!"
i tried to explain.
"so you punch him, repeatedly?!"
"he had it coming.." i said looking at the ground.
coach sighed, "well you had this coming..."
reaching out, he grabbed the captain badge that was on the right of my jersey, ripping it off.
my head flung up.
"no, please coach! it won't happen again!"
i begged.
"it won't be happening again because... you don't play for this team anymore" he sighed.
"what?!" the other teammates chimed in after ease-dropping.
"get this kid outta my face" he demanded, looking at the referees.
opening the gate to the penalty box, the refs guided me to the exit.

"quite a game played by number #15 but it seems he's been disqualified from the tournament! this might be the last we see from han jisung for a while." the announcers stated over the intercom as i crossed the ice.
i turned my head to hyunjin, who was being held up by bangchan and felix. he flashed his stupid smirk knowing his plan just worked out the way he wanted it to.

i could feel everyone in the bleachers watching me, and the thought of all of them witnessing me being kicked off the team seconds ago felt awful.
i was more frustrated than embarrassed though.
i scanned the bleachers hoping neither of my parents decided to come watch this game, lucky they didn't.

the only person that came to watch me was y/n.

just before she was out of my sight, i could see her speed walking towards the hallway near the change rooms.
i quickly followed.

"y/n! can i at least try and explain myself?"
i shouted.
she gave me a glance before digging through her tote bag and grabbing her phone, but no response.

"put the phone down."
letting out a sigh, she relaxed her shoulders and dropped her phone back in her bag.
"i need to phone my mom for a ride, i cant hear her from out there it's to noisy-"