Changbin stands by the fence, watching his boyfriend practice with a few other teammates for football. He had just gotten out of basketball practice, noticing that the football team was still there.
"Bin! Hey." Chan jogs over, leaning over the fence to capture the other's lips. "How was practice?" He was breathing heavily and sweating a lot. It would be gross, but Changbin was the same way.
"Eh, same old, same old. I did almost dunk on the coach since he was in my way," he chuckles nervously, pulling his collar away from his throat.
"Oh, god," Chan laughs, shaking his head. "I should get going, my coach-"
A football flew into Changbin's head, knocking the poor boy over. He grasps his head, ignoring the slight stings coming from his palms when he landed. "Ow, fuck," he hisses, scrunching his eyes closed tightly.
"Oh my god, Changbin, are you okay?" Chan hops over the fence, coming to his boyfriend's aid. "Fuck, you're bleeding. Guys, what the hell is wrong with you!" He shouts to his friends who ran over to see what happened.
"I'm so sorry!" Matthew apologizes, "the wind caught it and I- I'm sorry. Are you okay?"
Changbin tries to reassure them and nod, but he hadn't lifted his head yet to look. It hurt.
"Binnie, look at me. Say something."
The younger tries clearing his throat, holding back multiple whimpers. "I-I'm okay." He blinks a few times and looks up, the throbbing still fresh.
"Hey, what's going on over here?" Coach Lim jogs over, seeing the commotion.
"I accidentally hit Changbin in the head with the football. He's bleeding, Coach," Matthew admits, feeling guilt weigh over him.
"Christ. Jone, go grab him some water and get the first aid kit. Changbin, can you stand?"
"I-I think." He begins to move, Chan's hands on him to keep him steady. He was dizzy, his body swaying a bit. His vision was blurry, but he managed to be lead by Matthew and Chan through the gate and onto the bleachers.
"How much blood there is?" His words melted together, confusion hitting him fast. "Is there."
"Not a lot, but enough to drip."
"Here's some water," Jone passes it to Chan, letting him take care of his significant other.
"Bin, tilt your head back. I'm going to-"
"Just give me the damn bottle. I'm not dazed or confused. It just hurts a lot," he says thickly, feeling irritated with no justification as to why.
"Right, sorry." Chan hands it over, watching his boyfriend weakly lift it up.
"Here's the med box. I'll fix him up," the coach insists, having Chan and Matthew move over.
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"Thank you," Changbin states, directing it to the coach. "I'm sorry for interrupting practice. I know you guys have a game coming up."
"Nonsense. It's alright, I'm happy to help. Just make sure to rest well. You'll probably get a few headaches for the next few days. If it gets worse or you feel extremely dizzy, go to the hospital."
"I will, thank you."
"Did you drive here?"
"I can take him home, Coach. If that's alright with you, Bin," Chan speaks up, knowing his boyfriend shouldn't be driving.
"That's fine, Channie."
"Alright. You're dismissed from the rest of practice, Bang. Rest well, kid."
-
It was a long drive to his house. Chan's hand had been resting on the other's thigh the entire time. It was comforting to both of them, just a small gesture to show he was there.
"Can't believe I, a basketball player, got hit in the head with a football," Changbin groans, rubbing his temples. "This is your fault."
"What? How is it my fault?"
"If you weren't so damn hot when practicing, I wouldn't have stayed and this wouldn't of have happened," the younger glares playfully, gently pinching Chan's hand.
"Wow, you're blaming that on me? It's not my fault I'm your type. That's yours."
"Actually, you're everyone's type. So it is your fault, Mr.Big Shot."
"I'm not Matthew's type."
"Are you kidding me? If he was gay, he'd be all over you. I see the way he stares sometimes. I don't blame him. I do too."
"Well, he's straight, for your information. So. Yeah."
"Right, okay," Changbin giggles, rolling his eyes before wincing when a headache came around.
Chan watched this, his grip tightening. "Make sure to take some pain relievers."
"I will, don't worry. And thank you for driving me home. I really appreciate it."
•How was this?
Every time I write, I feel more and more single :( •
