The footballers had a love-hate relationship. If there wasn't any interaction needed, they would ignore each other, maybe sometimes send death glares to one, another. Really depends though.
Son was the nicest player while (y/n) wasn't really the talkative type. The fact that everybody loved him, made her even more annoyed by him. Most of the time, they couldn't stand each other guts at all.
Since they were in the same practice room, they would share eye contact. Not in a bad way though. They were impressed by each other's skills, Son thought 'She's pretty good, for a girl.'
It's like they both share the same bubble because the only thing they think about is winning and each other.
Bad thing, is that sexism does roam in their competitive tension. It's like the only thing, Son can attack (y/n) with. 'All girls are the same' or 'you kick like a girl, dude' or even 'you're not even that pretty, stop being full of yourself'. You might say those are childish insults, but they always got to her, despite knowing the fact that she was already insecure of her body and the way she plays.
Son knows so well, her weak spots, as if he memorized them. He would play with her to bring her down so he could tower her.
Sometimes, rarely, they were soft to each other. She would vent about how it's hard being who she is, while Son would often talk about how his dad isn't proud of his career yet. That he needs to be better. Which was understandable, to why he always wanted to beat one of the top players of Tottenham. She just didn't know why he was an ass, most of the time. They were both very good players but for him, he just wasn't enough.
During a match once, he pushed her to side to make her dodge a ball aiming straight at her head. She thanked him but he didn't let go, as he zoned out. His friends teased him the whole day calling him 'the football lover'. She still automatically smiles, at the face he made when he was caught staring at her.
(y/n) would tease him about it but he would always make harsh comments in return, making her shut up, which he did feel bad after. He just didn't like being degraded by a small girl.
He kinda did like it though....-
At the moment, Son and (y/n) are partnered to practice for their upcoming game, along with duo exercises. They don't talk throughout the whole period of work and just focus on getting their task done.
'You're doing it wrong, AGAIN' he complains
'I'm trying but I just can't do it. Why you don't you help me, instead of gluing your ass on chair, complaining.'
'Whatever' he says while rolling his eyes, going back to his phone.
Once her turn was done Son went on second, also struggling with the same move as she was.
(y/n) looks at him while crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. She sits down while staring at him, who's awkwardly trying to adjust his body to the correct position.
'Look-... you do it, like, wait, look, like this-' she explains, touching his body to mirror hers.
He feels tingly but brushes it off, trying to focus. He nods and then they both go on with the following exercises.
Son and (y/n) are panting waiting for their turns at the water fountain, they had to share.
'hey that's enough leave me some- HEY 1,2,3 THATS ENOUGH FOR ME- MOVE' he nudges her side earning a slap at the back of the head. He laughs loudly and starts gulping.
Son stops drinking, after some time, and wipes his mouth with his sleeves. He walks towards her who's putting a lip gloss retouch.
'Why do you even wear makeup, nothing can cover that face-'
She finally has enough as she kicks him on the shin, making him fall and groan, while (y/n) walks out with frustration tears. She sticks up her middle finger along her way.
'AT LEAST MY DAD LOVES ME' she breaks with her voice cracking, as well.
She storms out, leaving him speechless and hurt. He might of taken it too far he thought. He pants and gets up, dusting himself too. Son rushes out, following her desperately. He grabs her wrist pulling her close to him, to the point where she could feel his heart beat. Which was pretty fast.
'tf are you doing let g-'
Son pins both of her wrist on the each side of the wall pulling his face closer to hers. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek.
'Please tell me you feel the same way... please' he softly whimpers. He finally realizes what his feelings meant, all those little signs.
(y/n) parts her lips and looks at him. She unpins her wrist and cups his face so slow and leans in for deep, sensual kiss.
They pull away and connect their foreheads together.
'Sadly, I do 'football lover'' she laughs.
