C O D E W O R D | neymar jr

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"Ney, are you okay?" I frantically asked, watching as his eyes began to flutter open. I aided him up on a seat, the consequences of Kylians punch taking up his face with a red mark. The team had already managed to pry Kylian away from him after the first punch, resulting in Kylian angrily leaving after drunkenly cussing everyone out. 

I cupped his face in my hands and looked into his eyes, trying to look for signs of a concussion. He sluggishly pulled me off of him, rubbing his eyes as he slowly regained consciousness, Messi rushed over and placed a cup of ice against his head, making Ney wince in pain.

"Follow my finger," he demanded, Neys eyes moving gradually as Leo let out a sigh. Resting himself against the bar table, and giving me an encouraging nod, "You don't have a concussion but tommorow at training, get a medic to give you a checkup,"

"Oh please, Kylian didn't even punch that hard," He gloated slightly, pulling the ice off his head. I chuckled at his words, he acted as though he didn't just get knocked out by a single punch. He attempted to pull himself up yet dizzily stumbled back down.  

I pursed my lips at his comment, seating myself next to him. "This is a fun last date," I joked, he responded with an empathetic chuckle. He glanced at the time on his phone then gave me an excited look. 

"We still have some time..." He acknowledged, suddenly getting up from his seat and pulling me up with him, I recognised his devious smile. It was the smile he gave whenever he had a stupid plan. 

"It's almost midnight, nothing's open," I mentioned, trying to not have him commit a crime for a good last memory. He rushed over to his teammates to say a quick goodbye and grab our coats before hurrying over to me. I felt his hand caress against mine as he pulled me with him. 

"Everything is open if you have enough money."

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The cars rushed past each other, my heart racing at the tension as I pulled the kart across the side of the track. Rapidly, I shoved my foot on the accelerator as I noticed the finish line ahead. The sudden increase in velocity caused me to be pushed back slightly as Ney and I were practically next to each other. 

I noticed his car pulling closer to mine, and took a sharp curve to block him. 

We hurried past the finish line, the tired worker pulling down a flag and announcing the red kart as the winner. Swiftly, I pulled off the helmet and rushed towards Ney, instantly celebrating my success. 

"I let you win," he mumbled, calmly getting out of the kart. I continued to ridicule him as he gave me an upset stare. Jokingly, I punched his arm in annoyance, he pretended he was hurt for a second before taking off his helmet, holding it against his side. 

"Never took you for a sore loser," I mocked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he placed his against my waist and complained at his loss. "Just admit I'm better than you," 

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "Never." we began to leave, he quickly pulled out a stack and gave it to the worker, thanking him for working so late. Even though the teenager got a year of pay and could not care less. 

We exited the building, the cold French air hitting my face as I held my new purse in front of me. I looked up at him, "So this is it?" I asked, my mind rushing back to 10 years ago. 

"That's what you said 10 years ago," he teased, trying to lighten the situation, as he scooped me up into his arms and I embraced him further. Gently, feeling his eyelashes flutter against my shoulder, he nestled his head into my neck. "It doesn't have to be it?"

"What do you mean?" I pondered, pulling myself away yet still holding him close, trying to delay the tears about to fall. "I'm going to America tommorow, you're in Paris, it won't work?"

Dissapointed, he sighed and removed his arms from around me, "I'll see you on the billboards then," his happy tone was removed, he seemed sad he wouldn't see me, and the feeling was reciprocated. Unfortunately, I couldn't see a reason for it to work. It already hadn't worked before. 

"And I'll see you winning another trophy on TV," I kissed his cheek before entering the cab, giving him a wave before the car began to leave. This was it. 

I rested my head against the side of the window, feeling each bump as the car passed through Paris. Another breakup, at least this time I knew it would happen. I fiddled with the purse in my hand, my fingers resting against each curve.

Till we meet again.

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A/N: This was so short but Happy New Years!!! May 2023 bring you all luck!