(Based off irl, kinda not really..)
Being at his games is always so emotional. Good ways and bad ways. But it all comes down to one thing; he's never going to not give his best.
Sitting at the bleachers is your all time favourite. You even skip your meetings or important days just to visit him—obviously not complaining. Since today, you have off and Son doesn't, you've now found yourself screaming and cheering for him and his team, at the bleachers.
Against Marseille, was tough but knowing Son, he could and can do anything, with the right mindset of course-.
The ball reached the air and was slowly coming down, both, Chancel and Son making a run for it. They make the jump, Son colliding his left eye with Chancel's shoulder. On the impact Son throws his head back and falls on the ground. You watch in horror, your boyfriend, fracturing his eye socket in front of you— worst part is you can't do anything, not even scream, as no words come out.
His vision becomes blurry and is immediately escorted out of the field. You watch him stumble his way out with his eyes fixated on the ground. It almost looked like he was seeing stars.
Throughout the rest of the game, you could ever only think about him. Oh how you only wanted to do was run to him and make sure he's okay. 1 hour in, and you needed to leave. Go out for walk, just- do something- anything, really.
While leaving the pitch, the wind breezes against your skin, when opening the door. You drove home, gloomily while impatiently tapping your finger on the steering wheel. Soon enough, you receive a unknown call and swipe up to answer. You had been told to come to some hospital Heungmin was in. You swerve, earning a couple of honks and glares, but you couldn't care less, as your only mission was to get there as soon as possible.
The door automatically opens and you jog towards a doctor who was patiently waiting outside the room with his pad and notes. He greets you with a kind smile and explains Son's condition, which now, he was doing very much fine. You could see him across the small opening, his head bandaged and his lips slightly parted as he was in deep sleep.
It relieves you to know that he is doing fine but still hurts you to see Son in such a state. The doctor leads you in and you sit beside of Son, caressing his hands while spitting soft affirmations. Eventually you get tired of sitting down so you take a walk around the area to get some comfort food, needing it very much. You come back while munching and sit back down. He flutters his eye open, you could almost here it, as you felt some movement, you drop your chips and jolt back while smiling in relief.
He looks around and the at you with a weak smile.
'Sorry for worrying you..'
You don't say anything and you stare at him. You seal his mouth shut with a soft peck, about to pull away, he sneaks his hand behind your neck pulling your closer. The makeout session lasted about 10 more seconds before you pull away and explain that he should be more careful.
'I'm sorry.. but thank you for taking care of me. I love you.'
You caress his bandaged eye very gently before pressing a kiss on it and then back to his lips.
