Contract Boyfriend || n.yuta

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Iseul sat close to Yuta's bed while waiting for his treatment to finish. They stitched up the nasty gash on his arm carefully. The girl held his hand with her uninjured one and allowed him to squeeze it when it was too painful. 

Her pinky and ring finger were broken besides the deep cut in the back of her hand. She was torn between staying to guide the team and going to the hospital, but Daeun assured her everything would be fine.

"You should come back after a week or two for a follow up on this." The doctor informed. He carefully studied the x-ray of Yuta's foot. "Luckily, no bones are broken, but you've sprained your ankle quite bad. As an athlete, I'm sure you're aware of the treatment. A moderate injury like this should keep you benched for a month or so."

The mention of being benched made Yuta's heart sink. It would mean that he wouldn't be able to play for the competition. His eyes fall to his bandaged foot. "I understand."

"I'll go discuss the rest with the faculty member that accompanied you. Should anything feel wrong, tell the nurse and I'll get right back to you." 

With that, the two were left alone. 

"Come here." Yuta motioned. Once she was close, he weakly flicked her forehead. "You idiot."

"I know I am." 

"Why didn't you push the ladder away?" He questioned.

"If I pushed it, then the crowd near me would get hurt. I can't run fast enough to avoid getting hit by the things that fell." Iseul sulked. She hated pain, but there were younger students nearby. She couldn't risk them getting hurt. "I'm sorry."

"I'm thirsty." Yuta sighed. He put his uninjured arm over his eyes, a shaky exhale leaving his lips. 

Iseul mumbled a quick wait as she grabbed her wallet and rushed to the nearest vending machine. Yuta tried to bite back the tears that threatened to fall. He was a storm of emotions that he couldn't even process.

Was he relieved? Was he angry? Was he sad? 

Frustrated. 

Above all he was frustrated. He wanted to play with the team since it was his last year. He could of course still play with them, but winning a competiton? That was something different. He wanted to make everyone proud of his team. He wanted to give dedicate the trophy to the team, Iseul, and his father.  

The sound of the curtains drawing signaled Iseul's return. 

"I couldn't open the can because my left hand is wrecked and my right hand is weak. I had to ask one of the nurses to-" Iseul paused at the sight of her lover. The slight jerk of his chest and deep exhales alarmed her. "Yu."

Iseul placed the drinks on the table before sitting on the empty space beside him. Yuta hid his face into her lap, unwilling to show his face. She could feel the fabric of her jeans dampen and she knew he was crying. 

"Just stay like this. Please." Yuta begged. 

Iseul could only hum, running a hand through his faded red hair. She knew words wouldn't be enough and weren't the right thing right now. 

"I'm here."

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Sicheng and Shotaro were assigned to retrieve Iseul and Yuta's things in the locker room. It didn't feel like they won their game with how worried they were for the couple. There was no celebratory cheer or huddle with how everyone rushed to head to the hospital.  

"You shouldn't walk while you're on your phone. You might get hurt." Shotaro scolded.  

"You never know when you'll need it." Sicheng brushed off. "Donghyuck said he's on his way. Are you sure you want to haul their things around with us?"