Limitless (NCT one shots)

Hate to love Pt 1 (Markno)

The air is heavy with moisture, the grass slick with morning dew as the soccer team enters the practice field.
Mark walks along the sidelines and sets the bag full of gear down beside the bench. As he goes to unzip the bag he bumps heads with his rival Jeno Lee who also had the same idea.
"Ow, fuck. What are you doing?" He asks angrily as he holds his aching head.
"I was trying to do my job, you know I always toss the balls out. I am the captain, it's my fucking job to lead this team." He says equally as angry. Mark scoffs.
"Yeah, captain." Jeno chuckles.
"Yeah, well, you know? Coach picked the most skilled player to lead." If looks could kill Jeno would be dead. Mark stomps off as the other team members try to ignore their arguing so they can get a good practice in.

Only a half hour in and they are ready to kill each other. Jeno tells them what to do and Mark defiantly questions everything.
"Are you sure coach wants us to do this first? Last time he had us..." Mark stops talking as Jeno marches toward him.
"Shut your fucking mouth. Can't you just follow orders? I'm tired of hearing your whiny ass voice." Mark frowns and shoves him. Jeno doesn't hesitate to push back.
"You're such a prick. Fuck you." Mark says just as the coach finally arrives. He shakes his head and blows his whistle.
"Shows over, back to work." He shouts.
"Great, now we're going to have to run laps again because of your fucking mouth." Jeno says with a head shake.
"You seem to be pretty obsessed with my fucking mouth." Jeno growls as he jogs away.

They make it through another half hour of warm ups before they spilt up for shooting drills. The two end up on opposite teams which is probably not the best idea. As soon as Jeno gets the ball he runs as fast as he can while weaving it back and forth between his feet. He is so close to the goal, holding off the advances of the other team until Mark sticks his leg between his and roughly hits him with his shoulder. He cheers to himself as Jeno drops to the ground as he takes the ball and runs it the other way.

He's so focused on his victory he doesn't hear Jeno's pained scream, he doesn't see the rest of the team gathering around him until he slows and turns because the goalie was jogging out of the net. He frowns and jogs over to see what the team is doing huddled in a circle.
"What's going on?" He asks as he gets there.
He gasps as he sees the coach helping Jeno up and proceeds to help him to the bench. Jeno looks over at him with disgust and shakes his head.

After he is settled on the bench with an ice pack Mark sheepishly walks up to him.
"Hey, uh, sorry for hurting you." Jeno shakes his head again.
"Fuck you." Mark nods and starts to walk away but is quickly stopped by the coach.
"Mark, that was pretty fucking low." Mark
Just nods, he can't look his coach in the eyes.
"This fighting has gotten out of hand. You guys are adults." He sighs and rubs his face.
"I'm going to kick you both off the team if this doesn't stop immediately. We are already down one of our best players now because of it." Mark looks at the blades of wet grass stuck to his cleat, he really does feel terrible.
"This wasn't, I mean, I didn't try to hurt him. It was just a stupid accident." He says in a small voice.
"The fuck it was, you practically tackled me, this isn't football." Jeno seethes. The coach sighs.

"Ok, listen, you two have got to get over your shit, or you won't be on my team, period." Jeno scoffs.
"What difference does it make? I can't play now anyway." The coach sighs and rubs his hands across his face.
"You don't know that until you see a doctor, speaking of. Mark, did you drive here today?" He nods.
"Y-yeah, I did." He says skeptically.
"Good, help your good pal here to your car and take him to the ER." Both get a look of horror.
"Coach, come on? I've already been injured, why do you have to make me go with him? He will probably just kick me in the knee as soon as you can't see." Mark frowns.
"I wouldn't do that, you are such a dick. It was a fucking accident." The coach shakes his head.

"And since it sounds like you are going to have such a good time together, I am doing a dorm reassignment. Mark, you will move into Jeno's dorm and care for him while he's recovering and since you are such good friends, you will stay that way throughout the remainder of your senior year." Both protest loudly as the coach taps on his phone.
"Oops. I'm afraid it's already in the system." Jeno wishes he could walk so he could go over and punch Mark in the face.
Mark is on the verge of hyperventilating, he doesn't know how he's going to make it through this hospital thing, but moving in together? He's fucked.
"I suggest you head to the ER now, that knee won't heal itself." Coach says with a sly smile.