Y/N is a rising star in football, having just been recruited to one of the top teams in the K-League (Korean Football League). With the pressure of representing his country on a big stage, Y/N struggles to balance his personal life and the grueling...
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Y/N POV
The day after our big match, the manager surprised me with an offer for a day off. It was a gesture of appreciation for my Man of the Match performance, and while the idea of a break sounded nice, I just couldn't sit still. Football had become so ingrained in my life that the thought of taking a day off felt strange, almost wrong. So, instead of staying home, I found myself heading back to the facility, even if I wasn't going to train.
When I arrived, I could see the rest of the team already out on the field, going through their drills. But I wasn't here to join them today. As I scanned the facility, I spotted Minji, standing off to the side with her ever-present notebook in hand, jotting down notes as she observed the team. I'd always been curious about what her day looked like when she wasn't pestering us for interviews, so I made a decision on the spot.
"Hey, Minji," I called out as I walked over to her. "Mind if I tag along with you today?"
She looked up from her notes, surprised. "Tag along? Why? Don't you have training?"
I shrugged. "The manager gave me the day off, but I figured I'd see what you get up to when you're not annoying us players."
Minji narrowed her eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. "Annoying, huh? Well, if you're that curious, sure. But I warn you, it's not as glamorous as you might think."
"Glamorous or not, I'm in. Let's see how the other half lives."
Minji rolled her eyes but didn't argue, and just like that, I found myself spending the day shadowing her.
Our first stop was observing the training session from the sidelines. Minji was meticulous in her note-taking. I watched as she jotted down everything—small details like how each player moved, how the manager gave instructions, even the body language of the substitutes waiting for their turn. It wasn't just about the flashy moments or goals during practice; she had an eye for the finer points, the kind of stuff that often goes unnoticed by people who don't live and breathe football every day.
"I never realized how much you pick up on," I commented, glancing at her notes. "You're pretty detailed."
"Well, it's my job to notice the little things," she replied without looking up. "Anyone can write about the goals or the big plays, but the real stories are in the things people don't see."
She wasn't wrong. Watching her work gave me a new perspective on the way she viewed the game. It wasn't just about the spectacle of it all—it was about the nuances, the strategy, the human elements that came together to create those moments of magic on the field.
After the training session, Minji went to interview the manager. I stood back, listening as she asked pointed questions about the upcoming fixtures and how the team was preparing mentally after the last match. I had to admit, she had a way of getting people to open up. The manager, who was usually stoic and reserved with us players, was surprisingly candid with her. She even managed to get a few laughs out of him, which was no small feat.
