𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 // 𝙡.𝙢𝙝 𝙭 𝙝.𝙟𝙨 ִ ࣪𖤐

eleven ִ ࣪𖤐

- 3rd person pov -

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

it'd took him a while, but minho had finally made sense of his own weird behavior during lunch.

he had only stared because that guy infuriated him

he hated everything about him.

he hated his hair color,

he hated his body shape,

and most of all,

he hated that honey-sweet voice of his.

oh, how he cringed whenever he heard it. his heart constricted, seeming to beat faster, his body tingling and his mind numb.

it was too smooth- too sweet to be true. he was definitely faking it.

after all, that's what they all do, isn't it?

minho had finally made sense of his own odd behavior, his mind at ease after a few periods of pondering.

walking through the corridors to the men's locker room, he was trudging his way to practice. it's not that he didn't want to go, he loved the adrenaline and thrill of football, but he had an uneasy feeling that something was going to happen today at practice.

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

on the field, jisung was doing drills, guiding the ball around the cone with his skillful feet. it was when his teammate slowed down in front of him that his ball went off track.

"oh, sorry, jisung! i was going too slow," his teammate sheepishly apologized, rubbing the nape of his neck.

jisung just smiled reassuringly. "don't worry, jihyuk-hyung, everyone has their own pace. i wasn't looking ahead of me and kicked my ball into you." he pat the taller's shoulder, which seemed to motivate the other to try harder when he returned to his drills.

jisung looked around the vast greenness, locating his ball.

which happened to be on the other half of the field.

he jogged over, intending to avoid being noticed as to not disrupt the other group's practice.

luckily for him,

that was not the case.

just as he happened to pick his ball up, he turned swiftly and was knocked back down my someone's hard chest.

when he looked up, he visibly gulped.

minho was glaring down at him, but jisung couldn't focus on the absolute fury in the latter's eyes, just the sweat droplets tracing his forehead and trickling down his cheeks, his fierce face, and god, those arms...

he would let those arms wrap around his waist and hold him.

no homo, though.

and when he saw those luscious lips move, he couldn't even register any of the surrounding sounds.

what minho saw was a dumb boy gaping up at him.

"helloo?" he asked impatiently, waving his hand in front of the latter's distant eyes. when jisung finally blinked, seeming to come to his senses, his cheeks flushed and he mumbled a quiet apology.

"if you're so sorry why can't you just watch where you're going?" minho spat, exasperated. he held his hand to his forehead, his handsome features twisted into a look of annoyance.