"HEY."
HER HANDS PAUSE in their movement, gaze turning to the side revealing the grinning face of her boyfriend. She shoves in the thick book into her locker and shuts the small metal cubicle, allowing her to see him properly. He is learning against the other lockers, hands resting in the pockets on his jean jacket and he is peering at her beneath his long eyelashes. A slow smile curves her lips at the lazy greeting.
He takes notice of the way that the strands of her hair that were too short to be confined in the ponytail behind her head kept falling over her eyes and suppressed the urge to tuck it back under her ear as she always does. His hands tingle and he clenches it into a fist inside his jacket.
"Taehyung." She muses in return.
He can almost taste how sweet his name is coming from her lips. For a moment, all thoughts escaped his head and he forgot what to say next, his mind stopping at a blank. It had not been more than a couple months from when they started dating. He had liked the girl for a longer time but had stuck to watching from a distance, always lacking the courage to talk to her. What he did not know was that she had also stolen glances at him at times in the classes they shared. She had thought that his eyes were "really pretty" and that the way he spoke was "absolutely beautiful". They were both in the same state of confusion, wondering whether their feelings were reciprocated or not.
Taehyung was the captain of the soccer team, the school's pride on two legs. Nobody in the world could tell him that he did not deserve the position and the prestige. His initials printed at the back of of the black team hoodie was something he had worked hard to achieve.
And her, she was just too smart to be with him. With either a book or her phone in her hands constantly, she was disinterested in anything and everything and Taehyung had figured that one of those things encompassed him as well as everyone else at the school.
"You're coming to the game tonight, right?" He asks, his eyes dropping down to where is kneeling, pushing the books that she needs for the last few period into her bag. Instinctively, his hands go to carry the weight for her, yelping dramatically when she swats his hands away. He only grins as she rolls her eyes at the response, and makes a move to intertwine their hands together.
"I have extra classes today." She murmurs in realization, watching at his face drops in disappointment. She knows Taehyung does not have class anywhere near where she was going but she also knew that he would never leave her alone until she was through the door of her next class, so she chose not to argue over it.
"You're not coming to see me and cheer me on?" He pouts, bottom lips sticking out cutely. They reach the room she was supposed to be in. Students rush in and out of the classroom, stealing quick glances at the once thought unimaginable couple.
Sighing, she reached up with her free hands to pinch his cheek softly. "I'll try my very best to make it to the game, you big baby."
He leans into her touch, the warmth from her fingertips seeping into his skin in a comforting embrace.
But when the games started, hours from their conversation, she was nowhere to be seen. And then, it was half-time and she was still missing from the bleachers. Taehyung grew more restless as he failed to locate her in the large crowd, ignoring the yells of his coach and instead, he jogged closer to the bleachers to get a better look.
His eyes roam back from over the crowd and a brilliant curves his lips as he sees her, sitting at the top of the bleachers. She was clad in a hoodie with the number eleven embroidered into the black fabric and he recognizes his own jersey number. A relieved sigh leaves his lips at the sight of her.
Trying to catch her attention, he throws his hands over his head, wildly waving them. He calls her name from the field and her eyes snap over to where he is standing. She holds back a smile as he blows a kiss straight at her, wincing slightly when the girls sitting in front of her start screaming.
When she averts her eyes, embarrassment flushing up her neck, a mischievous smile curves his lips. She watches his wearily as he picks up the megaphone that the cheerleaders used to yell out encouragements and brought it to his lips.
"Hey, number eleven!"
Her eyes widen at his words, protesting violently with her arms to stop whatever he was doing. The audience grew quiet, turning to the girl drowning in the numbered hoodie and the athlete that stood below, smiling up at her. His grin has reduced to a slight curl in the lips, and he gazed at her as if she was the most beautiful thing gracing the planet.
"Yeah, you!"
She pretends not to notice the numerous gazes skipping to her, convinced that her boyfriend has left his brain on the field .
"Hey angel." He bellows into the microphone, and the audience is quieter than ever, waiting to see where this was going. He gladly ignores the glaring protest clear on her features. He is enjoying this a tad bit too much as he sees her cheeks turn into a peachy pink shade.
"I love you!"
The words leave her in a state of bewilderment, the roaring from the audience now muted. All she was focus on now is him. Just him.
