𝗚𝗢𝗔𝗟 𖥻! seonghwa

( 2O ) stop stop it

CHAERIM AND SEONGHWA held hands as they stood on the sidelines during another practice. it was always funny to them that they used to stand in these very spots, doing the exact same tasks but with fire in their eyes and this air of tension around them.

seonghwa squeezed her hand, "you look pretty with your hair tied up like that. i can barely focus."

"oh, stop," chaerim felt her cheeks heat up like a grill, flushing a rosy red, "wait until after practice for the flirty comments."

"then you need to stop looking so cute," he nudged her arm and looked off, trying to look cool and unbothered though he was so hot and bothered.

"you stop," charrim nudged him back. thus, a war started.

"you stop."

"you stop."

"you stop."

"both of you stop!!!"

chaerim and seonghwa both froze up like icebergs and slowly turned to face their coach joon, who was planted behind them with his hands on his hips.

"you two," he grumbled, "i've already gotten a few snide comments from the rest of your team and, frankly, i'm sick of it myself: the lovey-dovey-ness needs to go. it's making others uncomfortable and feel unable to ask their own captain for questions or help. also, you two can't even separate for a minute to practice properly and it's messing up your skills. seriously, you two act like you're never going to see each other again. tone down the pda or i'm benching both of you for the next game."

and with a sharp turn on his heel, coach joon stomped away to assist one of the freshman players with lifting up the water cooler.

embarrassed, the two took a side step away from each other.

seonghwa bit his lip and nodded, "he's right. i'm too obsessed with you."

chaerim laughed, but looked down, still feeling like a puppy that just got put in her cage, "yeah, me too. we seem to have a lot of pent up tension from our rivalry days."

"exactly," he hummed, then walked around the backside of her and stopped when his lips were near her ear, "but we can take care of that later."

chills. chills down chaerim's spine that she couldn't bear. she wanted to drop to her knees right then and there in a fit of adoration. the no pda thing was going to be harder than expected, since the seonghwa that she's always known to tease her is coming out again.

𖥻

another weekend, another great game by the lions. they were an unmatchable team, and it felt so good to have their hard work pay off every day. of course, they had to celebrate.

"hang out at mine? something chill?" mingi asked the team, and of course everyone whooped in approval.

san piped up, "is it okay if i invite girlfriend?"

"oh, chaeyoung?" mingi asked, "yeah, sure! the more the merrier. i'm sure chaerim will like to have another girl at the sausage fest anyways."

chaerim laughed, and yeosang called out, "she's not lonely. she's practically sewed to seonghwa's hip now."

"alright, alright," seonghwa said, waving his hands which seemed to settle down the teams laughter.

"be at my house at 11?" mingi surveyed everyone, and eleven it was. they hurried to get their things together so they could get to the hangout faster.

seonghwa shuffled over to chaerim's locker, legs tired, "need a ride, cutie?"

"no, thanks. my boyfriend's already driving me," she smirked, and closed her locker after grabbing her sweatshirt.

he scoffed and walked ahead of her, "last one there is a rotten egg."

chaerim's eyes widened as seonghwa made a run for it, so obviously she had to start sprinting too. they were flaming balls of giggles, dashing from the locker room to the parking lot and everything in between.

chaerim touched seonghwa's car seconds after him, and pouted, "am i really a rotten egg now?"

"rules are rules," he hummed, then as they sat in the car together, he said softly, "but i still like you."

"i would hope so. i still really like you," she smiled back.

happier than ever, seonghwa placed his hand on her thigh and drove away. chaerim got on aux, and played whatever she was already listening to in her airpods earlier that day.

seonghwa glanced over at her, "that's weird."

"what?"

"even when you're sweaty and gross, you're still somehow the prettiest girl in the world," he told her, making his voice sound all warm and sultry.

chaerim smacked his arm, "stop!"

"what? i can't admire my girlfriend? that's like my job."

she let out a loving sigh, "you're sweet."

seonghwa looked around and hummed coyly, "huh, the car is taking me to this random parking lot right here. i wonder why? oh, wow! it's self-parking too!"

"seonghwa! what are you doing? we need to go to—"

chaerim was rudely cut off by seonghwa crashing his lips onto hers. she didn't mind anymore. he snaked his hand around to hold the back of her head, pulling her closer. chaerim reached over and let her hand rest on the side of his torso gently, softly caressing his every detail. but they weren't so gentle with their lips; they tilted their heads and let their tongues do the exploring.

some people say they feel sparks when they kiss their partner. seonghwa and chaerim felt explosive fireworks.

they let go and both slightly panted, proudly admiring each others red, puffy lips. seonghwa smiled and cleared his throat like nothing happened, "look. the car is starting again. huh, weird."

chaerim smiled to herself, cheeks feeling all rosy and tingly, and looked out the window so he wouldn't see how much of a mess he made her. chaerim hoped his car would "self-park" in every parking lot they passed for the rest of the ride to mingi's.