[one-shot] Score
Title: Score
Author: Rinmi
Ratings: PG
Length: One-shot
Genre: fail fluff, crack?
Disclaimer: un-beta. This is a work of Fiction.
Summary: Park Yoochun decided to join the school soccer team on a whim. The captain of the soccer team is not pleased.
A/N: sorry for for being abit late. Got sick and had to work after school =/ this time it took me less time to write 2k yay. and i really enjoyed myself too. It was fun. I tried to change my style of writing up after my friend have me some constructive criticism one my writing. I hope this is easier to read. :) This is my first timing trying out fluff/crack lol please do pardon the fail ^^;;
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The first time Park Yoochun saw Kim Junsu was at the school Soccer field. He instantly knew he just had to join the soccer team that year. If that meant seeing a certain Kim Junsu in his blue uniform strutting that ass around like he was boss then hell yeah Park Yoochun was so joining the soccer team.
Easier said than done. Try outs where nothing like the auditions he was use to. Heck he was surprise he made the team. No he take that back. He didn’t really made the team (he like his position as a bench warmer thank you very much). He was perfectly happy with what he got. Perfect view of that ass in action.
But being a substitute is no joke. Never in his mind did he imagine running four miles each day would be just a warm up. Forget practice. His inhaler aside, he barely made it across the soccer field much less keep up with the hyper active Kim Junsu. And that is why his lazy ass is perfectly fine being demoted to the waterboy.
But when semifinals came around and a team mate slipped and broke his ankle, Yoochun is called into the team. Just when things were looking ugly, Junsu decided he would save everyone from the embarrassment and started giving Yoochun private lessons.
“ Stop kicking your feet like that,” Junsu reprimanded. Yoochun lost count of how many times he said that. He was too busy looking at those perfectly sculptured lips. Who knew Junsu’s lips were as full and luscious as his buns?
“I’m trying! The ball won’t listen to me.”
“Try harder! We been doing this for half an hour and you didn’t even understand a thing I said!”
“That’s cause I’m too busy looking at your ass -, “Yoochun faked a cough and tried to play it off, “ the direction of your butt muscle.”
Junsu looked at him weirdly. “ Ok. Stop that. Let’s start over with the basics. Unless you want to warm up again? You look like you need a stretch.”
Just in the head “ Sure why not. Something different would be nice,” Yoochun mumbled to himself.
A long sigh. “ Look. I know you’re tired and this is a lot of pressure on you. But semi finals are coming up and you’re going to be substituting for Hyunjoong’s position. You are not going to mess this up. Got it?”
Yoochun unconsciously gulped. Junsu face was inches if not centimeters away from his face. The look on the smaller man’s determined face was threatening and so damn cute. He just wanted to lean in and ki-
“Yah Park Yoochun! Are you listening to me?”
“ Sorry, I kind of spaced out for a bit. What did you say?” Yoochun wanted to smack himself. There go his dream of leaving a good impression now.
“Maybe we both need a break. Stay here. I’ll go get us some drinks. Don’t you dare move from this spot. You got me, Park?” There he goes running off with the wind. And a little piece of Yoochun’s heart.
Yoochun let out a long breath. He knew Junsu didn’t see him as anything other than a team mate. A lousy one at that. He had made up his mind to impress the little team captain in hopes of redeeming himself. But it looks like he is doing worse than before.
Everyone in school knew about Junsu’s passion for soccer. Junsu’s inner circle of friends was basically the soccer team. He came to school each day and breathes soccer balls. Junsu was an average student but all the teachers liked him. He stood out as a friendly and go happy kid. So different from the beast he is on the soccer field.
Yoochun remembers the first time he saw Junsu running around with the ball. Junsu was practically covered with mud and grass. But the grim dulled in comparison to the bright eyed boy scoring the last winning goal. Yoochun won’t ever forget that fiery look. The way the sun highlighted his victory. Yoochun knew that when Junsu scored that winning shot, he also scored a place in his heart.
A shiver ran down his spine. He turned around and found a water bottle thrust to his face. “What are you thinking about?” Junsu was looking at him with that adorable-curious face again.
“ Nothing. You.” Blink. Blink. Blink. He wanted to mentally slap himself again. How pathetic.
“Here. What are you waiting for? Drink up and let’s start practice again.” Right. Of course. This is practice.
“Thanks,” Yoochun took the bottle and offered his best charismatic smile. Whatever that was, his charms didn’t seem to work on Junsu.
After properly stretching again, the two started to practice. This time Yoochun was actually trying and things went along much smoother. Although Yoochun wasn’t the most athletic person, (far from it really but he wasn’t about to admit that) he did use to enjoy playing basketball and track. So despite having poor stamina, Yoochun was pretty fast and had good aim.
That seemed to impress Junsu more than anything. Yoochun’s technique in kicking wasn’t in the best form but at least he manages to shoot and quite precisely too, at that. He smiled. So this thin kid with asthma does have some potential afterall (how did he even make the team in the first place and how did he become the water boy?) Who cares. Park Yoochun just needed to be worked on here and there. And Kim Junsu is determined to be the one to fix him up.
“Good job. You’re a lot better when you actually try,” Junsu’s pearly whites beamed at him.
“Thanks,” Yoochun bashfully replied, he felt a little woozy all the sudden. “Sorry for making it hard on you.”
Yoochun didn’t expect Junsu to laugh. “What are friends for if not correcting each other’s mistakes?” Would it be greedy if he said he wanted that smile and laughter all to himself?
“Are we friends, Junsu-ah?” Said man looked at him funny. Yoochun probably grew another head or maybe his perverted thoughts were written on his face.
“ You’re funny. If we aren’t friends then what are we?” Lovers. Yoochun’s mind was running a mile a minute. He wanted something more than friends but they were far from being lovers.
“ You’re right. We are friends.” For now anyways. Until I make you mine. Yoochun’s eyes harden. “But what if I said I don’t want to be friends?”
“ What do you mean? Why not-?” Junsu was obviously taken back. His head was tilted, chin slightly sticking out, big expecting eyes staring at Yoochun for an answer.
“ What if I said I joined the team because I wanted to be closer to you?” Yoochun could see the Junsu’s putting the pieces together. The clockwork of his mind was as visible through his eyes.
“That- You…” slightly frantic, Junsu was stumbling over his words or loss of words. “ You shouldn’t have done that. That’s not what I’m looking for. That’s not what the team need right now.”
“ I know that. I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help it.” Yoochun can’t say he wasn’t expecting that. He knew he was pushing it but he just had to confess. Poor timing? Yes. But then again time was never on his side. It was now or never.
“ Give me a chance.” Yoochun didn’t wasted time. His eyes were locked on Junsu. The captain of the soccer team didn’t look too please. “Even a chance to have a chance with you will do!”
Junsu’s jaw was tight and he was clenching his teeth together. His eyes were set on Yoochun. There it is. That flame that set Yoochun’s heart ablaze. Yoochun’s own heat skipped a beat .
“ You're persistent, aren’t you?” Yoochun nodded. Junsu needed him to play their next game. If they didn’t settle things now, it would affect his precious match.
“One shot, Park. It’s all you got.” with his fist held tight, Junsu walked away,
Yoochun blinked once twice, thrice - Did Junsu just agree? Fuck Yeah! He could feel himself throwing his fist in the air and doing a victory dance in the middle of the field.
“ Not so fast.” Damn it, he knew it was too good to be true. Junsu was still there watching him. He hoped he didn’t do anything too unsightly. This is seriously bruising his ego. He never had this sort of problem with the female population.
“You want to have a chance for earning a chance? Well here it is.” Junsu’s foot maneuvered the soccer ball around with his foot. In Yoochun’s mind Junsu was tap dancing in a half cut tux. His milky thigh-
“Uunffff,” the ball suddenly attacked him. One minute Junsu was doing magic tricks with his feet and the next it was suspended in the air before making way towards Yoochun’ midsection. Yoochun caught the ball in the nick of time, barely reducing the force of the impact.
“ Yah! What was that for?” Shit. Damn those powerful milky thighs. When Yoochun saw trails of flames following Junsu’s ball, he never imagine it to really burn.
“ Stop spacing off. I’m giving you one shot. You’re going to play goalie. If you manage to block me then I’ll give you a chance.”
How else are you suppose to catch the captain of the soccer team? Yoochun inwardly cringed. He is not ready to be toasted.
“Give me your best shot, captain,” Yoochun winked. From the goal post, he could see Junsu’s look of disgust. He sighed. Damn you Kim Junsu.
Yoochun suddenly felt really small. He was in the middle of the standard goal post facing a very angry Kim Junsu. Things didn’t look too good for him. Junsu is charging towards the ball, accelerating faster than Yoochun’s eyes could keep up. His form is beautiful. Swift and graceful like a phoenix. A spectrum of colors is trailing behind his foot. Junsu's foot then made contact with the ball. The force applied sent the ball flying and Yoochun remembers the angle of Junsu's foot, the velocity of the ball and -
He jumps, hands so close to touching the black and white ball. Just a little more. He feels the texture of the ball on his palm and tightens his grip. It fucking burn. But the bones on his fingers refuse to let go. The hangs on to the ball of fire like it is only source of light in his dark world. Yoochun feels the hard ground against his ribcage, his weight pushing him forward and finally coming to a stop.
Did he tame the beast? His fingers felt numb and he couldn’t even breathe properly. Fuck. Junsu just knocked the daylight out of life. He made a mental note not to make Junsu angry in the future and to avoid being in the way of Junsu and a soccer ball. It hurts like hell.
“You can let go now.” Junsu was biting his lips. The bottle portion of his lips was red and swollen. It made Yoochun think red look good on Junsu.
“Did I do it?” Junsu rolled his eyes and squat down next to Yoochun. He pointed to the ball that was still in Yoochun’s grasp. The black and white ball had deep dents of half moons on the surface. Yoochun’s nails and knuckles were as white as the patches of white on the ball.
“You’re a fool, Yoochun.” Junsu gently removed Yoochun’s fingers from the poor ball. Junsu’s small warm hand penetrated the numbness on Yoochun’s own hand. One by one, each of his fingers felt like they came back alive from Junsu’s touch.
“See you at practice tomorrow.” And just like that Junsu was gone. Yoochun smiled. He could see the little smug grin Junsu had on his face before leaving.
Tomorrow. Things were going to different tomorrow.
They still had a score unsettled.
Author: Rinmi
Ratings: PG
Length: One-shot
Genre: fail fluff, crack?
Disclaimer: un-beta. This is a work of Fiction.
Summary: Park Yoochun decided to join the school soccer team on a whim. The captain of the soccer team is not pleased.
A/N: sorry for for being abit late. Got sick and had to work after school =/ this time it took me less time to write 2k yay. and i really enjoyed myself too. It was fun. I tried to change my style of writing up after my friend have me some constructive criticism one my writing. I hope this is easier to read. :) This is my first timing trying out fluff/crack lol please do pardon the fail ^^;;
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The first time Park Yoochun saw Kim Junsu was at the school Soccer field. He instantly knew he just had to join the soccer team that year. If that meant seeing a certain Kim Junsu in his blue uniform strutting that ass around like he was boss then hell yeah Park Yoochun was so joining the soccer team.
Easier said than done. Try outs where nothing like the auditions he was use to. Heck he was surprise he made the team. No he take that back. He didn’t really made the team (he like his position as a bench warmer thank you very much). He was perfectly happy with what he got. Perfect view of that ass in action.
But being a substitute is no joke. Never in his mind did he imagine running four miles each day would be just a warm up. Forget practice. His inhaler aside, he barely made it across the soccer field much less keep up with the hyper active Kim Junsu. And that is why his lazy ass is perfectly fine being demoted to the waterboy.
But when semifinals came around and a team mate slipped and broke his ankle, Yoochun is called into the team. Just when things were looking ugly, Junsu decided he would save everyone from the embarrassment and started giving Yoochun private lessons.
“ Stop kicking your feet like that,” Junsu reprimanded. Yoochun lost count of how many times he said that. He was too busy looking at those perfectly sculptured lips. Who knew Junsu’s lips were as full and luscious as his buns?
“I’m trying! The ball won’t listen to me.”
“Try harder! We been doing this for half an hour and you didn’t even understand a thing I said!”
“That’s cause I’m too busy looking at your ass -, “Yoochun faked a cough and tried to play it off, “ the direction of your butt muscle.”
Junsu looked at him weirdly. “ Ok. Stop that. Let’s start over with the basics. Unless you want to warm up again? You look like you need a stretch.”
Just in the head “ Sure why not. Something different would be nice,” Yoochun mumbled to himself.
A long sigh. “ Look. I know you’re tired and this is a lot of pressure on you. But semi finals are coming up and you’re going to be substituting for Hyunjoong’s position. You are not going to mess this up. Got it?”
Yoochun unconsciously gulped. Junsu face was inches if not centimeters away from his face. The look on the smaller man’s determined face was threatening and so damn cute. He just wanted to lean in and ki-
“Yah Park Yoochun! Are you listening to me?”
“ Sorry, I kind of spaced out for a bit. What did you say?” Yoochun wanted to smack himself. There go his dream of leaving a good impression now.
“Maybe we both need a break. Stay here. I’ll go get us some drinks. Don’t you dare move from this spot. You got me, Park?” There he goes running off with the wind. And a little piece of Yoochun’s heart.
Yoochun let out a long breath. He knew Junsu didn’t see him as anything other than a team mate. A lousy one at that. He had made up his mind to impress the little team captain in hopes of redeeming himself. But it looks like he is doing worse than before.
Everyone in school knew about Junsu’s passion for soccer. Junsu’s inner circle of friends was basically the soccer team. He came to school each day and breathes soccer balls. Junsu was an average student but all the teachers liked him. He stood out as a friendly and go happy kid. So different from the beast he is on the soccer field.
Yoochun remembers the first time he saw Junsu running around with the ball. Junsu was practically covered with mud and grass. But the grim dulled in comparison to the bright eyed boy scoring the last winning goal. Yoochun won’t ever forget that fiery look. The way the sun highlighted his victory. Yoochun knew that when Junsu scored that winning shot, he also scored a place in his heart.
A shiver ran down his spine. He turned around and found a water bottle thrust to his face. “What are you thinking about?” Junsu was looking at him with that adorable-curious face again.
“ Nothing. You.” Blink. Blink. Blink. He wanted to mentally slap himself again. How pathetic.
“Here. What are you waiting for? Drink up and let’s start practice again.” Right. Of course. This is practice.
“Thanks,” Yoochun took the bottle and offered his best charismatic smile. Whatever that was, his charms didn’t seem to work on Junsu.
After properly stretching again, the two started to practice. This time Yoochun was actually trying and things went along much smoother. Although Yoochun wasn’t the most athletic person, (far from it really but he wasn’t about to admit that) he did use to enjoy playing basketball and track. So despite having poor stamina, Yoochun was pretty fast and had good aim.
That seemed to impress Junsu more than anything. Yoochun’s technique in kicking wasn’t in the best form but at least he manages to shoot and quite precisely too, at that. He smiled. So this thin kid with asthma does have some potential afterall (how did he even make the team in the first place and how did he become the water boy?) Who cares. Park Yoochun just needed to be worked on here and there. And Kim Junsu is determined to be the one to fix him up.
“Good job. You’re a lot better when you actually try,” Junsu’s pearly whites beamed at him.
“Thanks,” Yoochun bashfully replied, he felt a little woozy all the sudden. “Sorry for making it hard on you.”
Yoochun didn’t expect Junsu to laugh. “What are friends for if not correcting each other’s mistakes?” Would it be greedy if he said he wanted that smile and laughter all to himself?
“Are we friends, Junsu-ah?” Said man looked at him funny. Yoochun probably grew another head or maybe his perverted thoughts were written on his face.
“ You’re funny. If we aren’t friends then what are we?” Lovers. Yoochun’s mind was running a mile a minute. He wanted something more than friends but they were far from being lovers.
“ You’re right. We are friends.” For now anyways. Until I make you mine. Yoochun’s eyes harden. “But what if I said I don’t want to be friends?”
“ What do you mean? Why not-?” Junsu was obviously taken back. His head was tilted, chin slightly sticking out, big expecting eyes staring at Yoochun for an answer.
“ What if I said I joined the team because I wanted to be closer to you?” Yoochun could see the Junsu’s putting the pieces together. The clockwork of his mind was as visible through his eyes.
“That- You…” slightly frantic, Junsu was stumbling over his words or loss of words. “ You shouldn’t have done that. That’s not what I’m looking for. That’s not what the team need right now.”
“ I know that. I’m sorry. But I couldn’t help it.” Yoochun can’t say he wasn’t expecting that. He knew he was pushing it but he just had to confess. Poor timing? Yes. But then again time was never on his side. It was now or never.
“ Give me a chance.” Yoochun didn’t wasted time. His eyes were locked on Junsu. The captain of the soccer team didn’t look too please. “Even a chance to have a chance with you will do!”
Junsu’s jaw was tight and he was clenching his teeth together. His eyes were set on Yoochun. There it is. That flame that set Yoochun’s heart ablaze. Yoochun’s own heat skipped a beat .
“ You're persistent, aren’t you?” Yoochun nodded. Junsu needed him to play their next game. If they didn’t settle things now, it would affect his precious match.
“One shot, Park. It’s all you got.” with his fist held tight, Junsu walked away,
Yoochun blinked once twice, thrice - Did Junsu just agree? Fuck Yeah! He could feel himself throwing his fist in the air and doing a victory dance in the middle of the field.
“ Not so fast.” Damn it, he knew it was too good to be true. Junsu was still there watching him. He hoped he didn’t do anything too unsightly. This is seriously bruising his ego. He never had this sort of problem with the female population.
“You want to have a chance for earning a chance? Well here it is.” Junsu’s foot maneuvered the soccer ball around with his foot. In Yoochun’s mind Junsu was tap dancing in a half cut tux. His milky thigh-
“Uunffff,” the ball suddenly attacked him. One minute Junsu was doing magic tricks with his feet and the next it was suspended in the air before making way towards Yoochun’ midsection. Yoochun caught the ball in the nick of time, barely reducing the force of the impact.
“ Yah! What was that for?” Shit. Damn those powerful milky thighs. When Yoochun saw trails of flames following Junsu’s ball, he never imagine it to really burn.
“ Stop spacing off. I’m giving you one shot. You’re going to play goalie. If you manage to block me then I’ll give you a chance.”
How else are you suppose to catch the captain of the soccer team? Yoochun inwardly cringed. He is not ready to be toasted.
“Give me your best shot, captain,” Yoochun winked. From the goal post, he could see Junsu’s look of disgust. He sighed. Damn you Kim Junsu.
Yoochun suddenly felt really small. He was in the middle of the standard goal post facing a very angry Kim Junsu. Things didn’t look too good for him. Junsu is charging towards the ball, accelerating faster than Yoochun’s eyes could keep up. His form is beautiful. Swift and graceful like a phoenix. A spectrum of colors is trailing behind his foot. Junsu's foot then made contact with the ball. The force applied sent the ball flying and Yoochun remembers the angle of Junsu's foot, the velocity of the ball and -
He jumps, hands so close to touching the black and white ball. Just a little more. He feels the texture of the ball on his palm and tightens his grip. It fucking burn. But the bones on his fingers refuse to let go. The hangs on to the ball of fire like it is only source of light in his dark world. Yoochun feels the hard ground against his ribcage, his weight pushing him forward and finally coming to a stop.
Did he tame the beast? His fingers felt numb and he couldn’t even breathe properly. Fuck. Junsu just knocked the daylight out of life. He made a mental note not to make Junsu angry in the future and to avoid being in the way of Junsu and a soccer ball. It hurts like hell.
“You can let go now.” Junsu was biting his lips. The bottle portion of his lips was red and swollen. It made Yoochun think red look good on Junsu.
“Did I do it?” Junsu rolled his eyes and squat down next to Yoochun. He pointed to the ball that was still in Yoochun’s grasp. The black and white ball had deep dents of half moons on the surface. Yoochun’s nails and knuckles were as white as the patches of white on the ball.
“You’re a fool, Yoochun.” Junsu gently removed Yoochun’s fingers from the poor ball. Junsu’s small warm hand penetrated the numbness on Yoochun’s own hand. One by one, each of his fingers felt like they came back alive from Junsu’s touch.
“See you at practice tomorrow.” And just like that Junsu was gone. Yoochun smiled. He could see the little smug grin Junsu had on his face before leaving.
Tomorrow. Things were going to different tomorrow.
They still had a score unsettled.