"NOOO!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the game ended.
"HOW DID WE FUCKING LOSE?!" I shouted standing up and swearing at the TV because I was so enraged.
"(Y/n) calm down, it's-." My boyfriend said, until I cut him off, patting my back softly.
"COME ON! IT WAS 1-1 TILL THE LAST MINUTE... fuck." I said, annoyed at the team and losing hope in all humanity.
"It's just a football match." Jisung said, smiling at me, though he could see my frustration.
"IT'S THE WORLD CUP JISUNG! IT'S NOT JUST A FOOTBALL MATCH!" I shouted, still annoyed as I watched the opposition celebrate as Korea's national team walked off with their heads held high.
"(Y/n), it really is just a match." Jisung said, patting the seat next to me, signaling me to sit down.
I knew he was right, but I was just so annoyed.
Jisung took the initiative and turned off the TV, and turned to me.
I ranted for almost twenty minutes about how we could have won the match, passing more accurately, precision passing and not engaging with the opposition like we did, but nothing I said could change anything.
"Babe-, let's go out." Jisung said, knowing I needed some fresh air to calm me down more.
He just held my hand, taking me outside my apartment, and we walked the streets for almost an hour, Jisung listening to me rant about football even more.
When we got back to my apartment, he asked if I was done talking about football.
"Done now?" He asked, my head now cleared, though frustration was still in me.
"I'm done." I said, nodding.
We turned the TV back on, watching Knowing Brothers, relaxing as I lay my head on Jisung's shoulder.
It was so hard to meet up with Jisung these days due to his training at JYP, and now meeting up with him after not seeing him for 4 weeks was still not enough.
Jisung and I sat in a comfortable silence for almost an hour, when the show finished and he broke the silence.
"Why do you get so worked about football? You once said it was a patriarchal game with bigots who get paid millions for breathing." He said, smiling at me; I almost melted because of his beautiful smile.
"I actually don't know, this match was so annoying, the opposition playing dirty and honestly our team wasn't on par, I'm a bit competitive, you know that..." I said, he chuckled; his cute laugh also made me melt.
"A bit?" He asked, and I couldn't help but giggle along with his words.
We went back into the silence for a while, staring at the TV which was broadcasting the weather.
"How are the boys?" I asked him, Jisung now plaiting my hair badly.
"They seem fine, Chan always asks about you, I'll make sure you see them soon." He said me, blowing on my nose, making me giggle.
"And Hyunjin-Oppa?" I asked, smiling. Hyunjin was my older brother, by a year or so and honestly he didn't keep in contact much but I still loved him.
"He still can't comprehend how we're dating, he keeps bullying me." Jisung said.
"I'm sure you deserve it babe." I said, laughing and kissing his cheek.
"OI!" He said, and I made fun of him, he was always using Chan and Felix's Aussie slang.
"OI..." I said, receiving a light hit on my arm from Jisung, who looked 'annoyed'.
"When can I come see them?" I asked, knowing Jisung had a few free days coming up.
"Tomorrow?" He asked, almost reading my mind.
"Well, I guess I'll have to wait till then..." I said, fake crying as Jisung laughed at my silliness.
As I changed into my pyjamas, I heard Jisung singing, he was so talented.
I climbed back onto the sofa, moving into an embrace with him and I relaxed immediately.
"Jisung, you have to sleep, look at your bags." I said, touching the massive black marks under his eyes, as his eyelids started to droop.
"I'm not tired." He said, I rolled my eyes.
"Jisunggie, you need your beauty sleep, remember, you'll need this in order to be prettier than me." I said, being fake cocky and he laughed quietly, showing how tired he was.
"Ok fine, fine." He said, finally letting his eyelids droop as he made me put my arms around him.
"Good night squirrel boy." I said, smiling at my cute little boyfriend.
"Good night my weird-ass football fan, who isn't a fan, but is?" He said, making me laugh slightly and kissing my nose as he fell asleep immediately in my arms.
