Competition (drabble)
Title: Competition
Pairing: MinStal
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: They're getting free shots... at soccer, of course.
Disclaimer: They have too much charisma to be owned by people.
Note: Based on this and on the fact that Minho is a sucker for older girls.
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Competition
“So, it is said that you don’t like really tall guys.”
A miss for one, a goal for the other. The girl smirked,
“And it is said that you’re a sucker for older girls.”
One kick, another goal. This definitely wasn’t his day; he didn’t usually play this bad.
“Don’t tell me you’re into that short partner of yours; a few lifts and twirls and you’re already in the palm of his hand?”
One ball, one catch. This time, he smirked.
She scoffed, still hiding a smirk, “I said not too tall, oppa. Tall is fine for me. And falling for simple lifts and twirls would make me too easy, and I’m not one to easily fall for his older school partner.”
Another kick, another goal. Damn! How could she shoot in the corners so well?
“At least, I have enough decency to not touch her, whereas you have gone quite far with that man.”
He almost got a shot in the face. Fortunately, his hands were fast.
She glared at him, preparing for her next kick, “Dancing is acting, oppa, but maybe you aren’t smart enough to make the difference. You’re no Jinki-oppa after all.”
Oh she was going to get it once they traded positions.
“You just feel so comfortable in that acting, that I’m wondering if you’re acting at all. Or maybe you find yourself liking it?”
A glint of mischievousness and a fiery spark.
She kicked again. It was too strong for him to catch.
She smirked, and then demonstrated a perfect catwalk as she made her way towards him.
“I just love the feeling of victory,” she whispered to his ear. Her tone was sultry, not at all like the 18-year-old that she was supposed to be. It was mature, sensual, womanly.
He lowered his eyes, long lashes fluttering against his skin, full lips perhaps trembling as she looked up to him with dark pupils.
He dared lay a hand on her skin.
“You look older, Soojung,” he whispered with his low, deep voice. It wasn’t meant as an insult and she, out of all people, understood that.
She shivered, “And for me, you’re not that tall either, Minho.”
And as they lips met, he thought that he didn’t mind losing this time.
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Just to make things clear, when she says that she loves the feeling of victory, it also means that she loves winning Kiss&Cry, which is why she is so into her performances ;)
Pairing: MinStal
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Summary: They're getting free shots... at soccer, of course.
Disclaimer: They have too much charisma to be owned by people.
Note: Based on this and on the fact that Minho is a sucker for older girls.
________________________________________________
Competition
“So, it is said that you don’t like really tall guys.”
A miss for one, a goal for the other. The girl smirked,
“And it is said that you’re a sucker for older girls.”
One kick, another goal. This definitely wasn’t his day; he didn’t usually play this bad.
“Don’t tell me you’re into that short partner of yours; a few lifts and twirls and you’re already in the palm of his hand?”
One ball, one catch. This time, he smirked.
She scoffed, still hiding a smirk, “I said not too tall, oppa. Tall is fine for me. And falling for simple lifts and twirls would make me too easy, and I’m not one to easily fall for his older school partner.”
Another kick, another goal. Damn! How could she shoot in the corners so well?
“At least, I have enough decency to not touch her, whereas you have gone quite far with that man.”
He almost got a shot in the face. Fortunately, his hands were fast.
She glared at him, preparing for her next kick, “Dancing is acting, oppa, but maybe you aren’t smart enough to make the difference. You’re no Jinki-oppa after all.”
Oh she was going to get it once they traded positions.
“You just feel so comfortable in that acting, that I’m wondering if you’re acting at all. Or maybe you find yourself liking it?”
A glint of mischievousness and a fiery spark.
She kicked again. It was too strong for him to catch.
She smirked, and then demonstrated a perfect catwalk as she made her way towards him.
“I just love the feeling of victory,” she whispered to his ear. Her tone was sultry, not at all like the 18-year-old that she was supposed to be. It was mature, sensual, womanly.
He lowered his eyes, long lashes fluttering against his skin, full lips perhaps trembling as she looked up to him with dark pupils.
He dared lay a hand on her skin.
“You look older, Soojung,” he whispered with his low, deep voice. It wasn’t meant as an insult and she, out of all people, understood that.
She shivered, “And for me, you’re not that tall either, Minho.”
And as they lips met, he thought that he didn’t mind losing this time.
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Just to make things clear, when she says that she loves the feeling of victory, it also means that she loves winning Kiss&Cry, which is why she is so into her performances ;)