#⊹ poor sports
Never let it be said that Boo Seungkwan was one to step down when something became the slightest bit challenging. Honestly speaking he was in humanities for a reason. He had never been good at mathematics or sports, always had a tendency of blowing things up in science class and didn’t know the first thing about any important historical figures from Korea. But Seungkwan lived under a very important saying: fake it ‘til you make it. And he most certainly had to do so, at least come next month when some people from his class had invited him for a bowling tournament and he had without even a moment of hesitation said yes despite his average in an alley rarely going above 70.
But there was still plenty of time to practice he had decided, ever the optimist, and he was definitely going to reach 100 today! As soon as his balls would stop hitting the gutter that was. Somehow it seemed like the guy next to him was giving him pitiful stares every once in a while, but surely that was just Seungkwan’s imagination! With a very impressive tossing posture probably rarely seen in the world of bowling, he sent another ball into the gutter and let out a defeated laugh. “Do you think they give out a consolation prize for worst score of the day maybe?” he asked, trying to catch the other guy’s attention.
“a prize?” he asks, head tilted to the side because that’s all he really catches from the entire sentence. did the stranger say something about the worst corn being sold at eight? lucas doesn’t know what that has to do with a prize, much less bowling, but he goes along with it. “who is giving prizes?” he’s pretty sure you pay the bowling alley and not vice versa, unless it’s somehow different in korea—he wouldn’t know. this is his first time bowling here.
lucas couldn’t help but watch the other boy earlier. it’s hard not to pay attention to someone who sucks as bad as him, especially with the loud noises that come from his lane when the ball lands roughly in the gutter. he feels kind of bad, having never seen such a poor bowler in his entire nineteen years of life.
he sidles up to the boy just as he’s about to toss the ball down the lane again. lucas isn’t sure how to explain what he wants to say in korean, so he opts to just show the boy with minimal words. lucas adjusts the position of his fingers, then steps aside to show him the proper posture and follow up with a confident (empty) swing of his own arm. “closer to the ground. throw from there. keep your arm up after you throw, too. and relax a little. try it now.”
