Jersey - Minsung

Int. Gym - Wednesday

Minho stood just behind the door that leads to the rink, attempting to peer out of the little window.

"Any reason you're being a perv?" Felix called him out, still suiting up.

"Bet you anything he's looking for Jisung." Chan said, knowing look on his face.

"Shut up." Minho offered meekly, eyes still searching the crowd. He didn't spot Jisung anywhere and it made a frown appear on his face.

"He'll be there, Jeongin said he will." Chan reminded, patting his shoulder. "Now please, suit up, the game is in 5 minutes." With a frustrated sigh, Minho leaves the door, putting on his shoulder pads and getting ready for the game. His heart is still heavy with the fact that he hasn't seen Jisung today.

For some reason he wasn't with them at lunch and this time Jeongin wouldn't say where he was. Minho had pled, enough so that even Woojin started to see what was stirring, a stupid smile on his face as he too hid Jisung's whereabouts. Why spoil the fun?

So Minho was down in the dumps for not having his daily dose of Jisung, pout still present even as they stood in line to head out. Felix lightly punched his shoulder.

"Head up, man. You'll miss it." Minho unclear about what he meant, was about to ask, but got cut short when the buzzer sounded, the team fleeting out. Minho went out with them, head high as he feigned confidence. However, he stopped at the sight of the one person he'd been dying to see all day, sitting right in the front with a sign that read 'Minho, Fighting!!!' A bubble of laughter let itself loose, Minho the lovestruck idiot that he was waved at Jisung. Jisung waved back, proudly showcasing the sign once again. Minho was happy.

He went hard on the ice, dedicated to his craft for the sake of proving his merits to Jisung. He scored two of their goals and they were in the last period, having a tough fight with the opposing team. Their defense kept swiping every time Minho charged, determined not to let him score again. Their number four charged when he saw Minho trying to sneak another goal in, crashing them both into the glass. A penalty was called and Jisung was offered a free hit. Seconds were left in this game and he was determined to score another goal. This one was for Jisung.

It went in slow motion, the puck soaring high in the air for a beat too long before it was hitting the back of the goal, the goalie having chosen the wrong side to block. It was silent for half a second before a roar of cheering was heard, the school applauding the team's efforts. The game was over. Their team had won. Minho raised his hands above his head in triumph, everyone cheering his name. He only looked toward Jisung, the boy shouting his name along with the rest. The sign was high above his head as he screamed mighty, Minho more happy for this win than any other one ever. His team came lunging forward, dog piling him on the ice. The cold was the least of his worries as he thought about the happy boy in the stands

As soon as he was dressed again he went out to the rink, seeing if Jisung had stayed behind.

"Minho?" It was small, tentative and Minho knew who it was in an instant. He turned to see Jisung standing there, hands bunched on his sign and head tilted as he looked at him. "You were really great out there." Minho moved a little closer, on instinct, and clapped Jisung on the shoulders.

"We won!" He cheered, shaking Jisung's shoulders playfully. He was staring at him a little more closely now, noticing something on Jisung's cheek. "What's this?" Minho laughed, pointing at the paint markings on his cheeks. Jisung flushed, picking at the paint at once.

"It was Jeongin's idea," He was quick to explain. "He said I should have your number on me for good luck." Minho caught his hand, not letting him rub off anymore.

"Don't. You're probably the reason we won." Jisung flushed again, biting his lip as he grew nervous. "You should wear my number more often." At first, Minho assumed that he had that thought to himself, but the sheer surprise on Jisung's face meant he had accidentally said it aloud.

"Oh." Minho cursed himself for speaking too quickly, hurrying to think of something to fix the situation.

"I mean you don't have to always paint your face. Heck you don't even have to paint your face at all. You could just... You- you could wear my jersey." Minho couldn't stop himself as he dug through his bag, finding his spare jersey and practically throwing it Jisung. Jisung caught it with timid hands, a little unsure of what was even going on. Minho was just as confused, stupidly directing Jisung with when to wear it next. "We have another game on Friday, wear it then." Trying not to act any more idiotic than he already had, he ran off, forcing himself not to look back.