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usually, mashiho loved soccer practice. it was what he looked forward to the most during the day, for multiple reasons. one of them being his love for the sport, the other being-
"mashiho! the coach is telling everyone to gather up, hurry!" junkyu grabs his slender wrist before his mind could process a response.
ah, yes. the other reason.
he stumbles along, boots creating dents in the muddy grass. the air smells like rain and creates goosebumps on his arms as it hits them. as much as mashiho loves soccer, playing outside in the cold wasn't a preference of his. he would prefer if their coach would let them play in the gym, but knowing him, that would be impossible. he's obsessed with authenticity, or something stupid like that.
"geez, we're the last ones as always," junkyu says, looking back with his usual bright smile. heat gathers in mashiho's cheeks and he looks away in hopes of his best friend not noticing. he wasn't really the quiet type. he could easily get as loud as junkyu but as soon as he saw that smile of his, his body would go numb. for so long, he thought he was sick. it must be some kind of incurable illness, he'd tell himself every time the boy made his heart skip a beat. however, it's quite obvious what this 'illness' actually was.
"sorry, i was spacing out," mashiho excuses, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. junkyu slows down so that both of them are walking next to each other at the same pace, but he never lets go of his wrist.
"you're always spacing out." he laughs and mashiho can't help but do the same. only with you though, he wants to say, but the words remain stuck in his throat.
"hurry up, lovebirds!" their captain, hyunsuk, yells as the two get closer to their team. "we want to go home before the sun sets."
"you guys are so slow," yoonbin exclaims, tossing a water bottle to junkyu, in which he catches with ease.
"you're the last one that should be saying that, yoonbin," jeongwoo butts in, "you were the last one to get ready today."
"perfection takes time," he responds with hooded lids, pointing towards his face.
"funny how you still look a crackhead," jaehyuk adds.
"you want to fight, huh?" yoonbin gets up, jaehyuk only laughing at his reaction. he's quickly pushed down on the bench again by hyunsuk, who points a finger at jaehyuk, indicating that he wants him to stop teasing yoonbin.
"guys, we're all tired and we all just want to go home, okay? let's just finish cleaning and get changed." mutters spread through the air as the rest of the team agrees.
as everyone starts to spread out, mashiho wonders why junkyu is still holding on to his wrist. he glances at it and isn't sure whether he wants the latter to let go or if he wants him to intertwine their fingers. he blushes at the thought. he really must be sick, he thinks. a hand suddenly lands on his forehead.
"you're not sick, are you? your face is all red."
usually, mashiho loved soccer practice. it was what he looked forward to the most during the day, for multiple reasons. one of them being his love for the sport, the other being-
"mashiho! the coach is telling everyone to gather up, hurry!" junkyu grabs his slender wrist before his mind could process a response.
ah, yes. the other reason.
he stumbles along, boots creating dents in the muddy grass. the air smells like rain and creates goosebumps on his arms as it hits them. as much as mashiho loves soccer, playing outside in the cold wasn't a preference of his. he would prefer if their coach would let them play in the gym, but knowing him, that would be impossible. he's obsessed with authenticity, or something stupid like that.
"geez, we're the last ones as always," junkyu says, looking back with his usual bright smile. heat gathers in mashiho's cheeks and he looks away in hopes of his best friend not noticing. he wasn't really the quiet type. he could easily get as loud as junkyu but as soon as he saw that smile of his, his body would go numb. for so long, he thought he was sick. it must be some kind of incurable illness, he'd tell himself every time the boy made his heart skip a beat. however, it's quite obvious what this 'illness' actually was.
"sorry, i was spacing out," mashiho excuses, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. junkyu slows down so that both of them are walking next to each other at the same pace, but he never lets go of his wrist.
"you're always spacing out." he laughs and mashiho can't help but do the same. only with you though, he wants to say, but the words remain stuck in his throat.
"hurry up, lovebirds!" their captain, hyunsuk, yells as the two get closer to their team. "we want to go home before the sun sets."
"you guys are so slow," yoonbin exclaims, tossing a water bottle to junkyu, in which he catches with ease.
"you're the last one that should be saying that, yoonbin," jeongwoo butts in, "you were the last one to get ready today."
"perfection takes time," he responds with hooded lids, pointing towards his face.
"funny how you still look a crackhead," jaehyuk adds.
"you want to fight, huh?" yoonbin gets up, jaehyuk only laughing at his reaction. he's quickly pushed down on the bench again by hyunsuk, who points a finger at jaehyuk, indicating that he wants him to stop teasing yoonbin.
"guys, we're all tired and we all just want to go home, okay? let's just finish cleaning and get changed." mutters spread through the air as the rest of the team agrees.
as everyone starts to spread out, mashiho wonders why junkyu is still holding on to his wrist. he glances at it and isn't sure whether he wants the latter to let go or if he wants him to intertwine their fingers. he blushes at the thought. he really must be sick, he thinks. a hand suddenly lands on his forehead.
"you're not sick, are you? your face is all red."
of course it is, idiot.