"hand me that gatorade?" he asks, his voice traveling to you as he rummages through his duffle bag. you pick up the blue drink and tap his shoulder with it, making him turn around.
he flashes a smile at you, humming a "thank you baby".
him and some of the other members and their friends have been getting together to play soccer every weekend, "casually. well, it started out casually but has turned into full blown permanent teams and many competitive matches. dokyeom didn't care much for it at first, having trouble getting into the groove of it. after a couple games he was hooked, looking forward to it all week. you come along to watch whenever you can. you love watching him play when he's really into it. his tongue sticks out when he's concentrating really hard, and his eyebrows bunch up in focus. he always looks adorable in his little soccer outfits, the jersey hanging off his toned torso, showing off just enough.
he pulls the shirt out of his bag, taking off his current one. you watch him as his back is facing you, your eyes traveling down the muscles all the way to his waistband of his boxers. once he throws the new shirt on he turns around, catching you staring at him. it's not an unusual occurrence, and you anticipate the teasing he' s about to give you. but he doesn't say anything, he just flashes you a smug smile, raising an eyebrow at you. he runs his fingers through his hair, letting it fall down over his forehead. its super fluffy today, falling effortlessly.
you unknowingly let out a sigh, not knowing what to do with the affection you're feeling. you realize the sound existed outside of just your mind when dokyeom chuckles,
"you alright there?" he asks, amused by your outburst.
he walks closer to you, poking your stomach mockingly as he passes you to move to the mirror. you follow him and wrap your arms around him from behind, squeezing him as if he's gonna disappear if you don't hold him tight enough.
"you look so pretty" you mutter into his back, feeling that no other phrase fits your thoughts best.
you feel his body bounce slightly as his laugh fills the room. he turns around in your arms and faces you.
"well aren't you a sweetheart" he mumbles, connecting his lips to yours. you smile into the kiss.
when you both back away he continues to get ready, finishing up as you guys get into the car to head to the field. when you arrive, you get his bag from the backseat and carry it over for him, feeling like a true soccer girlfriend. you hand it to dokyeom once you reach the benches on the field.
"thanks, love" he smiles appreciatively. he sits down on the bench to change into his sneakers, and you stay standing in front of him. some of the others show up, greeting you guys as they arrive and everyone gets to talking and getting ready.
dokyeom bends down to tie one of his shoes, and you notice his shorts ride up his thighs, exposing his skin. he stands up to say hi to one of his friends, tugging the shorts back down in the process. you are staring again, in awe of how any one could be so good looking. if he played soccer for a living, you don't think you would survive. you stand a bit away from the bench with your arms crossed, standing awkwardly as everyone is chatting but you can't stop looking at him. as he finishes what he was saying to one of the guys he looks up at me from his spot on the bench. he notices the awkward stance, and the staring yet again. at this point he should be used to it, but it somehow still gives him butterflies.
"c'mere you" he says, extending his hand out for you to take. he smiles wide at you, pulling you closer to him gently until you're between his legs.
"you sure you aren't bored staying and watching?" he asks. he holds your hips, swaying you side to side a little as he waits for your answer.
"oh trust me, i'm not bored" you say, reaching a hand up to run it through his hair, winking at him jokingly.
he laughs at you lovingly and says "you know you can't wink for shit, baby. you're lucky you're cute"
"hey! you can't wink either!" you fight back, pouting at him.
"touché" he chuckles, showing off his failure of a wink as well.
he pulls you down onto his knee, placing his hand on your back to keep you steady. you blush at the sudden action, smiling at the floor as he bounces his knee lightly to get your attention.
"you know, i don't think i ever told you how much i love it when you're here" he says, placing a hand on your thigh.
you smile at his sweet words, your cheeks yet again turning red. you don't think they are ever a normal shade when you are with him. you look into his eyes as he leans in to kiss your cheek, giving your thigh a light squeeze.
"dokyeom! you ready?" the guys call out, indicating to get the game started. he gives them a thumbs up, answering a yes before returning his attention back to you.
"good luck babe" you say, kissing his cheek in return.
he scrunches his nose, "i think i'm gonna need a real kiss in order to have good luck" he says, pouting his lips.
you shake your head at him, giggling as you lean in to give him a real kiss. he moves his hands down to your waist, holding you tight as he deepens the kiss. he closes his other free leg to secure you even closer to him. he bites your lip lightly, before pulling away and leaving you wanting more. you groan, wishing soccer would just cease to exist for right now.
he lets out a deep chuckle at your response before gently picking you up off his lap so he can stand up. once he places you on the bench he puts his hands on your shoulders and turns you to face the field,
"there you go, best view in the house. now you can keep staring at me the whole game" he says, mocking how you've been head over heels for him all day. he ruffles your hair, messing it up with a playful smirk as he walks away.
you stick your tongue at him as he turns around one last time before walking onto the field. he makes a heart with his hands, blowing you a kiss after. you giggle, sending him one back. as he plays, you do just as he said, stare at him the whole time, and cheering for him every step of the way.
