BTS MAKNAE LINE ONESHOTS

Taehyung-Football

Taehyung and I are currently in a fight because of a small thing. We're not dating. It's just a fight between 2 friends. Honestly we're just ignoring each other and sparing some glances. His big football game was coming up and I was cheering for him. Lowkey, though.

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It's the day of the big football game. Taehyung looks different today. He looks a bit tired. He was sitting on the field in his uniform and everything except his helmet. He looks around the stadium looking for someone. His eyes meet mine and they stare at me for a few seconds. Despite me being mad, I'd be selfish if I didn't give him any good luck. I flash him a small smile with a thumbs up. He slightly smiled and went back to his teammates. Just that small smile made my day. Was it me that he was looking for?

The game starts and so far it's a tie. There's only 10 seconds left of the game. One of his teammates served and Taehyung caught it. 'Run run run!' I thought. He ran... but...

He threw it to the opponent's teammate.

They made the goal. Which means...they lost. Many cheers were roaring through the crowds. I look around the field looking for Taehyung. He still had his helmet on. Everyone was starting to leave. I saw him rubbing his ankle. Did he injure it? Then I saw his teammates go over to him head butting him in the helmet and kicking him. I heard his teammates scolding at him for tonight's game.

"What's wrong with you?!"

"Because of you, we lost!"

"Tsk, all your fault."

"Next time, don't catch it if you're going to let the other team win."

"Guys let's go."

I saw him frustratedly take out his mouth guard and shoved it into his bag. His teammates then left. Give him a break, like chill. The uniform colors are similar. The opponent is blue and white and ours is a bit darker blue and white. Give him a damn break.

Everyone left and it was just me and him and of course the janitor. I don't think he was aware I was here. I was still in the stadium far away from him. I saw him laying down on the field with his hands on his helmet.

I walked out of the stadium and went to the field. I cautiously walk over to him.

"Hey, is your ankle okay?" I ask.

He didn't respond.

"Is y-"

"Yes! It's fucking great! Now get out of my damn face!" He yelled.

I felt a pang in my heart. He never spoke to me like that. I sighed and turned around. I started walking away until he spoke up.

"Wait." He said with a sigh.

I turn around looking at him with a questioning look.

"Stay." He said softly.

I sighed again and walked back over to him.

"So, is your ankle okay?" I ask, again.

He shook his head and rubbed his ankle.

"Did you sprain it?" I ask.

"I don't think so because it doesn't hurt that much." I nod.