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The next morning...
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Yoongi arrived at the entrance gates of the basketball gym, spinning his basketball on the tip of his forefinger.
As he entered, he checked his watch. It was early in the morning, and the boys were still sleeping at the dorm. They were bound to wake up anytime soon.
He walks down the narrow hallway into the gym. It was a wide, spacious full-court connected to the BigHit corporate building, gifted to him by Hitman Bang himself. The floors were squeaky clean and untouched. He lays his stuff down near the door and walks towards the center of the gym with the basketball on his hip.
He pauses, facing the right half of the court, and looks around. The gym is cold and empty. With the basketball in both hands, he closes his eyes and concentrates. Energy surges through him.
He takes off.
He dribbles up the court halfway, turns, jumps, and shoots. It swishes into the hoop. A 3-pointer.
Yoongi sighs and runs his hands through his hair.
"You play?" asks a mysterious voice from the entrance.
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FanfictionEverything seems normal for the internationally acclaimed boy group until set plans start to change. - - - As a newly-chosen choreographer enters the scene, the boys start to question themselves and the misconceptions they have lived with...
