◖SWIM◗ Neymar Jr.

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author: his eyes are so beautiful i could cryyyyy

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Santos, Brazil

Neymar released a breath that he had been holding as they escaped the horde of paparazzi. He had dodged their curious questions as to why he didn't take Bruna as his plus one and instead it was his sister attending the event with him. He didn't want to be reminded of his lost ex-lover anytime soon. A bitter anger settled on his chest but he quickly shoved it down. He didn't need anything to ruin a perfectly fine evening. He offered his arm for his sister and Rafaella linked their arms as they went inside the building, a young man leading their way.

They went into the elevator which took them to the third floor where the event was set up. As they entered, hushed murmurs filled the room when people started noticing the arrival of the famed footballer. The two Santos siblings were greeted by the President of the club near the door. After exchanging a few words, Neymar and Rafaella were directed to their tables. As they approached their designated position, Neymar glanced up to see a woman looking in their direction. Out of all the people in the spacious hall staring openly at them, he noticed the one person and he had to take a second glance at her. She certainly was a sight for sore eyes. But before he could hold an eye contact she diverted her attention to an older woman sitting beside her. He felt a niggle of disappointment for not having her attention on him longer but he quickly shook his head at the strange thought. What the hell was wrong with him? His felt his sister looking at him with a confused expression at his strange action and he quickly smiled at her reassuringly, shaking his head again to dismiss her concerns. Neymar and his sister took their seats and he was fast to register that the woman he saw earlier was sitting right across them with one table separating them.

The event began shortly after a few minutes of settling comfortably in their seats and Neymar took his time to examine the decorations around him. An elegant chandelier hung from the high ceilings of the hall and two long tables containing different food items were placed at both sides. The flower arrangements were beautiful but Neymar couldn't pinpoint what flowers they were with his very limited knowledge of that particular subject. The footballer didn't know why but his eyes kept straying towards the woman across them and he would catch himself staring at her and quickly diverting his eyes. He didn't know why he was so distracted by her. Of course she was beautiful, there was no doubt in that but his breakup was hardly even three weeks ago and it was so unlike him to behave like this. But he couldn't control his body as his eyes shifted to the same woman again for the fourth time at least, he could see the slight shine of her green satin dress as she converse softly with whom he assumed was her mother while taking little sips of her wine, he watched as her slim fingers played with stem of her tall wine glass. He noticed the glitter of a ring on her right finger and he appreciated the gentle smile that graced her features-

"Irmão, estás a começar a parecer um pulha." [Brother, you are starting to look like a creep] He felt a sharp jab of his sister's nails and looked at her to see the knowing look on her face. He flushed a little and he sorely missed the dimmed lights that shone inside the hall when they first enter. He faked an oblivious look while he felt the warmth rising to his cheeks.

"Do que está a falar?" [What are you talking about?] He turned his head to stare straight at the host who had been going on about something he couldn't quite catch up on. He felt a nudge on his arm and side eyed his sister who now had a teasing smile on her features. Oh god he was not going to get out of this as easily as he had hoped.

"Don't put on that clueless look. You've been staring at her like a creepy old man from the second we entered the hall." His sister let out a quite giggle but Neymar was adamant to act like he knew anything. He didn't understand what was happening to him. He didn't even know that woman.