Wednesday - Junbob

prologue

A/N: for reference, football equals soccer in this!

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Jiwon could still remember his own football days. Back when he was young(er) and still felt like he had the world in the palm of his hand to the point he could tear down records and traditions to set new ones. He was incredible at what he did, back then he was arrogant and wouldn't stop thinking it but now it was more like, "That was fun. I was kinda good. Could've been better. Now I gotta go water my kid, where is he?"

It was weird, to feel like a legend of sorts. He had visited the school time and time again for Chanwoo's plays and Parent's Evenings and so many parents and teachers would recognise him and send him down one hundred roads of nostalgia, with words of, "Oh, do you remember that one goal you made? And the other one?! And-" and, "You really upped this school's reputation, man," and it made Jiwon feel all fuzzy inside and smiley. Like come on, he didn't get this kind of recognition anywhere else, definitely not at his desk job where the most approval he got was when it was 'bring your kid to work day' and everyone would go crazy over how cute Chanwoo was. And Jiwon loved that too because Chanwoo was very cute but this was both different, strange, and ego-boosting.

"I thought you'd end up playing for South Korea's national team, really!"

"Ugh, it was great to see the school prosper because of the football team, you guys are the reason it became so elite, you know?"

Jiwon would always grin, saying words of gratitude and amazement back, but the best times were when after all these school events, they would sit outside a convenience store alone and Chanwoo would lean into his side, with Jiwon patting his head. "I can't believe they think you're so cool when you're really the lamest."

"Hey, your dad had some moves back when he was in school!" Jiwon bit back mock-offendedly. "I was great."

"I know, I know. I wanna be that great too."

"I think you will be one day. Probably even better," Jiwon said, rubbing Chanwoo's arm. Chanwoo only shrugged which he did a lot and Jiwon never knew how to reply when he did that so he just stayed quiet until Chanwoo spoke again.

"Another thing they don't know is that you're still as amazing as you were back then. I know it for sure."

Jiwon beamed, filled up with affection as he wrapped his arms around Chanwoo and pressed his cheek into his son's hair. "Thanks, buddy."

Yeah, these kinds of moments were definitely better than any others.

"WHO'S EXCITED FOR THEIR FIRST DAY BACK AT SCHOOL?!" Jiwon called out excitedly as he flew around the house with messy hair and a toothpaste stain on his shirt, hastily grabbing a hairbrush as he burst into Chanwoo's room, watching the kid instantly curl up into a ball under his covers. "Rise and shine, darling!"

Chanwoo grunted, only a swathe of black hair peeking out and he didn't seem to be about to unveil any more of him anytime soon so Jiwon walked in and drew the curtains open, yowling when the sun ended up blinding him but he got over it. "Did you set your clothes last night?"

"Mhm..."

"Good boy. Come to the kitchen in fifteen minutes, okay?" Jiwon asked gently, crouching down next to Chanwoo and patting his head. Chanwoo only grunted again so Jiwon decided to leave him be as he skipped out happily, dragging the brush through his hair before throwing it away as he picked up Chanwoo's laundry basket, resting it on his hip as he walked downstairs. He suddenly heard his phone ringing so he made a dash for it, skidding against the wooden floor into the kitchen as he threw the basket which landed neatly next to the washing machine before he picked up his phone and grabbed the wall to stop him from skidding.