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[fill] Done Deal (chenris) 1/3

[anonymous]

(sorry. OTL)

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"He is literally perfection."

"Oh, jesus christ."

"Kyungsoo said he sings, can you believe that?"

"Someone save me," Luhan pleads, both legs dangling off the thin ledge, head held between his hands.

"He looks good in anything," Kris sighs against the scoreboard, eyes on the game below.

"He's wearing a uniform. Everybody is wearing the same clothes. I don't-" Luhan knocks his cast against a supporting beam and hisses. He hugs his broken leg in, glaring at the distant turf. "Honestly, can you even hear me?"

"What do you think his type is?"

"I am going to puke," Luhan threatens, sighing in relief as the whistle is blown and there it is-that's the end of the game. He glances up at the clipboard held loosely between Kris' hands. There's uneven hearts scrawled all over the page. He screws up his face. "Weren't you supposed to be taking notes on plays or something?"

Kris shrugs and leaps down from the ledge, making his way over to the field.

"You're a rotten manager!" Luhan shouts after him, reaching for his crutches.

Clipboard clutched close to his chest, Kris nears the football team with a smile plastered on his face. Minseok is the first to reach the pile of towels by Kris' side, yanking off his goalkeeper gloves and grabbing one, he crumples onto the bench.

"Nice win."

"Barely," the team co-captain groans, accepting the offered clipboard, giving it an odd stare before Kris launches forward and rips off the top page, stuffing it into his pocket and looking away. Minseok says nothing and flips through the schedule, handing towels to the rest of his teammates. "It's going to get harder," he murmurs to himself but Kris isn't paying any attention. He's watching a group of defenders rapidly approaching, chattering animatedly and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The opposing team is already packing up to leave.

Jongdae is reaching for a towel when Minseok stops him. "It's your turn to take down the nets."

"Cap," Jongdae groans, "Luhan can do it!" Minseok shoots him a look and the defender rolls his eyes. "On it."

"Kris, there's a few stray balls out there."

He doesn't need to be told twice.

Minseok makes room for Luhan as the captain of the team hobbles over. "You know, you're not helping him," the crippled man snaps, stretching out his leg.

Minseok shrugs. "It's cute."

Kris has rounded three dirt-covered footballs, and he is proud of his accomplishment. He looks up and apparently the team has retreated to the locker room, but Jongdae is still removing the second net. He's standing the balls of his feet and Kris feels a fond smile working its way onto his face. He hurries over to be of assistance, but stops once he can see the defined calf muscles spattered with grass and dirt, and strong, sinewy muscles through the thin material of the green shirt. Something huge wells up in Kris' chest and he really can't help himself.

"I think... I'm in love with you."

Jongdae freezes and turns. Kris' heart stops. The crickets silence their chirping. The world stops spinning.

"Right. And, um, who the fuck are you?"

Kris bolts.