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"don't let them past you! you're breaking formation!" you hear your coach yell as you and your team run through practice. your team had previously made it into the semi-finals for a tournament in your district. all of you have been practicing like crazy for the game that is at the end of next week.
after awhile, your team is given a break. practice would last for at least another two hours, but the boys soccer team also had to get on the field with your team to practice for a match they're in.
"you look like someone ran over you."
you look up while drinking from your water bottle to see the captain of the boys's team, jung wooyoung.
"what do you want, jung?" you ask him as he drops his bags down on the grass in front of you.
"just messing with you," he says and crouches down so he can peck your lips, "you're doing great, babe."
you smile at him, "thanks."
"hey, coach has to talk to someone. you guys take a break while we warm up," one of the guys says to your team.
"i'll take it."
"yea, i'm beat."
"thanks."
some of the guys start practicing on the field while your team took a much needed break. wooyoung sits down across from you, digging in his backpack before pulling out a container.
"here, my mom made this," wooyoung says to you and starts feeding you snacks that he has in the small container. "good?" you nod your head.
"captain! you're gonna have to practice eventually!" you hear one of his teammates yell from the field.
wooyoung turns around, "shut up!" he yells and turns back to you. "have the rest," he offers, "i have another box," he adds before kissing your cheek.
wooyoung gets up and hurries to the field, immediately starting to practice with his team.
"your boyfriend is so head over heels for you," one of your teammates says as she undos her hair to redo it.
"he's only being like this because we got into semis this year," you reply, "we still bicker like an old married couple."
"you two are so cute," another teammate says before sighing, "if only i could find a guy like him."
"there's a whole team of lunatics right there."
"didn't you like—?"
"shh!"
your coach comes back after a few minutes, and your team starts practicing again. you run through your usual formations with a few player changes just to try new things out.
"woah!"
"sorry!"
it's trial and error as new players are changed. usually, your team is pretty cohesive, but the pressure is way too tense.
"okay, you two switch again, and you two switch," your coach instructs, making more player changes.
you continue practicing and run across the field. someone passes you the ball, and you start running toward the goal.
"come on y/n!" you hear wooyoung cheer for you. you kick the ball and watch it fly into the net. the goalkeeper misses the ball and falls to the ground. "that's my girl!"
"hey, jung. keep it down," you hear your coach say to the captain.
"nice one, y/n," one of your teammates says to you.
"thanks," you reply.
"let's keep this up," another teammate says, "the other teams won't have a chance against us," she says with a grin.
"alright, ladies, let's run this again," your coach says to all of you.
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practice ends as the sun starts to set. it's evident that everyone is beyond tired and hungry at this point.
you sit with your teammates by a set of bleachers. most of them are getting ready to leave while the rest of you take a break before going home. the guys are also hanging out, praising all of you for doing well.
"y/n, want to grab dinner with us?" one of your teammates asks.
"nah, maybe lunch or something else tomorrow," you reply as you take your cleats off.
"suit yourself."
"see you guys!"
people from both teams start trickling off the field. as you get ready to leave, you notice wooyoung talking to some of the players on the bleachers higher up.
you whistle, warning a look from everyone. wooyoung smiles at you before saying his goodbyes and walking over to you, climbing over a few bleachers to get down to you.
"you can stay. i'm going home," you say to him while putting your regular sneakers on.
"no, i'll take you home," he says. "i already called your dad and told him i'd bring you home when coach said practice was gonna be longer," he mentions.
wooyoung picks up his bags before reaching over to grab yours. you try to stop him, but he takes your duffel.
"i got it," he says to you. "hand me your backpack."
"i'll carry it," you say to him, backing away from him when he tries to grab your backpack from you. you stick your tongue out at him and he does the same. "are you staying for dinner?" you ask as you two start walking towards the parking lot.
"i need to go home. my brother went on a field trip and brought me a souvenir," he replies. you continue walking through the parking lot and make it to his car. both of you throw everything into the trunk before getting into the car.
you see wooyoung smiling as he starts his car up.
"what's with that face?" you ask him.
"just admiring how sweaty you look," he replies, earning a glare from you. he laughs for a second. "i'm kidding," he admits. "you're adorable."
"you're not half bad either," you reply.
wooyoung suddenly leans over the center console and kisses you on the lips. "you're doing great out there," he says to you afterwards.
you smile, "thanks, babe."
"anything for my star player."
