Drabbles

The home team locker room is much nicer than the away. It's not that there's anything wrong with the facilities Jungkook's team is using, but as he sneaks into the other side of the stadium, everything gets brighter, glowing in the Lions' soft blue. There are small touches of luxury—a nicer carpet, throw pillows on a sofa—and of home. Jungkook lifts a bun that looks homemade off a table of food and pockets it carefully.

He hasn't changed into his uniform yet and he keeps his cap down low in hopes no one will recognize him and blow his cover. He's still a rookie, and most of these guys don't know him. Still, he can feel the strange looks he's getting. He stops stealing treats and focuses on his goal, the batting cages.

There's the Lions' star slugger, Park Jimin, staring down the pitching machine like he can intimidate it into balking. Jungkook, who will be the one pitching to Park Jimin in about three hours, finds it pretty effective.

Jimin smacks a ball into the backdrop, the machine and the bat and the final impact three loud snaps in the basement. Under the noise, Jungkook sneaks in the cage door.

"Your back knee is too soft," he says in Jimin's ear, and almost gets rewarded for his sneakiness with a baseball bat to the cranium.

He ducks away, laughing, as Jimin tosses the bat away and starts squawking. "Jeon Jungkook! What are you doing here? Go back to your locker room!"

"I came to get my good luck kiss," Jungkook says, taking Jimin into his arms.

"I don't want you to be lucky," Jimin says haughtily. "I want to hit three home runs."

Jungkook ignores him, kissing the side of his mouth as he tries to turn his face away. "Hyung," he whines, and that works. Jimin gives him a tiny kiss, but not so small it doesn't have room for a wet slip of tongue, and when Jungkook whispers, "Good luck," Jimin replies, "You, too."

Jungkook grins in a way he's sure must be dazzling. "Play good, and I'll pitch you something else later," he says, and takes off at a run as Jimin goes to get his bat again.