Soccer Field
Title: Soccer Field
Author:
swallow_nest
Pairings: 2Jun
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Junhyung has a memory he doesn't want to forget.
It was night time; way after school ended and Junhyung finished all of his homework and other stuff he had to fix around the house. He called Doojoon, telling him he wanted them to meet and Doojoon with chipper voice agreed making the soccer field their meeting spot. Junhyung had no idea what his friend loved so much about the said field. He didn’t like it, but maybe it was due to the fact that he hated sports. Doojoon loved them.
He reached the huge green area lighted by tall lampposts, the ones soccer fields always have, with the plastic bleachers at the side and the two white goals at each end of the field. Doojoon was in the middle, playing with the ball against an invisible opponent and moving graciously from here to there. Junhyung really had no idea what Doojoon loved about this. It was nothing special for him. Now the disco stage with all the colorful lights and blasting music and the sound waves that resonate through your body and the DJ, put like on a pedestal - now that is special. But that was something Doojoon didn’t understand, so Junhyung thought it was a fair trade.
“Why here?” he asked, despite everything, grumpily and eyes half closed. It was late and he had to get up early after all.
“Why not? You told me to choose.” Doojoon answered smiling and keeping the ball under his foot. “Let’s play?” he asked and kicked the ball to the blond boy. Thought Junhyung was not in the mood so he left the ball roll behind him. He looked at Doojoon scowling and the boy before him did the same. “Why are we friends again?”
“Beats me.” The blond answered while shrugging and putting his hands in his pockets, waiting for when Doojoon would reach him. Today he had to tell him. “Didn’t we grow up together?” he asked as Doojoon stopped in front of him, head bended to the side and lips pursed.
“I guess it’s that.” Doojoon agreed and looked at him smirking and raising one of his eyebrows. Before Junhyung had any idea what was happening his glasses were in Doojoon’s hand and he was running away from him. Doojoon knew Junhyung couldn’t see without them, so he grunted when the black haired male yelled for him to get them.
Junhyung should’ve worn his contacts. He really should have.
Despite everything the blond ran after his friend, thinking that this is a flat ground and Doojoon was wearing red in contrast to all the green, so where can he trip or miss the boy?
Oh, how wrong he was.
He tripped and fell flat on his face, grunting and cursing and hearing Doojoon’s yelp and seeing faintly the older’s dashing form. He sat down inspecting his palms the best he could, trying to see some deep wound, or blood so he could blame Doojoon for it, but nothing was there. Only his hands were burning, probably only scratched, and his knees felt a little numb, definitely because of the fall. He was just about to yell at Doojoon, who was standing three steps away from him when the water sprayers turned on and started wetting the slim boy. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh before taking a deeper one. He gritted his teeth and when he felt the glasses being put again on his face he opened his eyes, ready to yell at his friend, though the words died as soon as he opened his eyes.
Doojoon stood before him, crouching, hair wet and sticking to his face, eyes apologetic and a guilty frown placed on his lips. His red T-shirt was soaked wet by now and clung nicely to his body. Junhyung took another deep breath before pushing his friend away and standing up, storming out of the field.
Doojoon was an idiot.
The blond got in his empty room and plopped on his bed, all wet and cold, because damn - it was spring and the nights were cold and he walked 15mins soaking wet on the streets trying to get home with Doojoon walking silently 2 meters back. Well, that was until they had to part ways 3 blocks down and Junhyung didn’t even turn to bid him goodbye.
They were always like that: getting mad at each other, insulting each other, hitting each other on the rare occasions; having different interests and circles and tastes in everything - from music to food. But they were just friends… somehow. And maybe there was something a little more, but Junhyung wasn’t really sure of it.
A knock was heard and this time it echoed in the room, unlike all the other times before. It must be because all the room had now was Junhyung’s bed and a few boxes with his books and CDs. The teenage boy turned to the left seeing his mother standing there, smiling at him apologetically. Junhyung knew he would be seeing this smile for months.
“Take a shower, dear, or you will get sick. You don’t want to miss school now, do you?”
“A minute or two won’t do a difference if I’m to catch a cold.” Junhyung laughed half-heartedly and stood up, going past his mother to the bathroom. Before he entered the small tiled room he heard his mother’s voice again:
“Did you bid your goodbyes?”
“Yea…” he answered faking smiling and went on to warm his cold body.
The next day Junhyung had a fever, but that didn’t really matter. His father actually thought it convenient, because he could skip his last day at school and they could move out with a few hours earlier. Junhyung wasn’t really pleased knowing he had to arrange his room with a fever running, because the next day he wanted to attend his new school, even if he could postpone it for two more days. He just had to occupy his mind.
On the way out of town they passed by the soccer field and Junhyung grabbed his dad’s seat, begging him to stop for a minute. Gladly the older man did and the blond teenager rushed out of the car and stopped at the white line outlining the terrain for play. He took out his phone and made a picture of the vast green field before he dashed back in the car and sat obediently at the back seat.
“Why did you want me to stop?” asked his dad as he pulled the car again on the road.
“Keeping a memory safe.” Junhyung mumbled as he put the soccer field as his phone’s wallpaper.
By the next day his fever was gone and Junhyung cursed under his breath the morning he woke up with no headache and no traces of him sweating during the night. It’s not that he didn’t want to go to his new school. He had a friend there so it was not that big of a deal. He cursed because he missed his last day at the previous school.
“I can’t believe you live across the street now.” Yoseob, his orange haired short friend who shared the same interests as Junhyung regarding music and food and movies and almost everything, chipped as he walked down the road with him.
“Mmm.” the blond only hummed as he checked again his phone and again no new messages. He sighed and locked the device, pocketing it.
“Why soccer field? You hate soccer.” Commented Yoseob, who obviously peeked at the older’s phone. That was the only thing they differed in - Yoseob was too curious.
“Had a nice memory there.” Answered Junhyung and looked at Yoseob in a way making the younger shut up.
The new class Junhyung had was good. They were friendly, a little too talkative but they looked nice. His seatmate was a little weird guy but he was a friend of Yoseob’s and that meant they will spend a lot of time together, so he tried not to think too much into the boy’s mental state, because he annoyed the teachers by asking too many questions all the time - something Junhyung thought he would never see.
It was just the beginning of their lunch break when Junhyung took his phone out again and stared at the photo set as his wallpaper. He pondered on whether he should press the button to the menu and then to the messages and write Doojoon, or wait for the other to write. He knew he was a little at fault… a lot at fault, but he didn’t want to admit it.
For a moment he got scared that the relationship he had with Doojoon would fade like all the ones in various movies and books and facebook profiles.
“You like soccer?” his seatmate, Hyunseung, asked as he leaned to take a closer look of the picture on the blond’s phone. “You don’t seem like it.”
“It’s to keep a memory.” Junhyung was really getting tired of saying it. What was so strange about putting a green field on your phone’s wallpaper?
“What kind of?” the doe eyed boy asked and Junhyung looked at him, scowling.
“A bittersweet one.”
“Junhyung, wait!” Doojoon yelled as he ran after his wet friend, grabbing him by the elbow and turning him around, a pleading look on his face. “You said you wanted to talk.”
“What should I talk with you about? Why am I even trying, really?! You’re such a kid!” yelled the blond and pried his hand away from his friend, turning around and making an attempt to get away. But Doojoon grabbed his hand again and turned him around, holding Junhyung’s shoulders firmly and refusing to let the boy free.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to fall!” he screamed back, because Junhyung was trashing in his hold, trying to set himself free and get home.
“Get away, idiot.” Junhyung hissed and finally pried away. “Apparently we’re not that close to even try and talk serious for once!” after that Junhyung doesn’t really remember how it happened. He saw Doojoon’s face hardening and him getting close, hand placing itself on the back of his neck and lips crashing with his own. Then Doojoon was on the ground; hand pressed to his cheek and Junhyung’s fist hurt like hell and he gritted his teeth looking angrily at Doojoon. A minute like that and the blond spun around, heading home, Doojoon walking behind him silently.
“Hyunseung, Junhyung! Let’s go!” Yoseob’s voice came and both boys stood up, heading out of the classroom and to the cafeteria.
“I hope the bitterness will go away.” Hyunseung whispered to him, before dashing to someone Junhyung didn’t know and tossing himself on the boy’s back, laughing at the shriek the male made.
The blond stopped for a minute to comprehend the scene before he chuckled and sighed. He was just about to make a step forward before his phone vibrated and he stood in place, hurriedly taking it out, smiling at the glowing display.
“One new message: Yoon Doojoon.”
END
From: Yoon Doojoon
Such a good friend. So you moved out without telling me a goodbye?
To: Yoon Doojoon
I tried telling you. Then you made me mad.
From: Yoon Doojoon
you were supposed to say something like ‘because it’s not a goodbye’. Do I have to teach you these things? … Or do you want it to be a goodbye? Fine by me. I won’t be seeing your grumpy face anymore.
To: Yoon Doojoon
Fine. I won’t be seeing your ugly face too.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Come on, you like my ugly face *smirks*
To: Yoon Doojoon
*glare* go to hell.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Send me your address. I will come on Saturday. We need to talk.
To: Yoon Doojoon
I don’t want to talk.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Yong Junhyung, we have to talk. Don’t run away, I will find you one way or another.
To: Yoon Doojoon
Ok, ok… if you insist. But I wanted to go on a date. One day gone for nothing.
From: Yoon Doojoon
I’m staying over so we’ll go on Sunday. Now send me the address, dumbass.
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I got the idea about the thing after the 'END' from FloweryMisha
because I really wanted to write that part, but it didn't fit in the story,
so I put it in as extra. I hope no one minds?
Anyway~... I've been pretty unproductive lately, but today I went to
the cinema and on my way home I passed by a soccer field
(it was 10-11PM or something), the water sprays were on
and this popped in my head. Why refuse it's creating?
I hope it's okay... there may be some mistakes, sorry for that.
Enjoy~
Author:
swallow_nest
Pairings: 2Jun
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Junhyung has a memory he doesn't want to forget.
It was night time; way after school ended and Junhyung finished all of his homework and other stuff he had to fix around the house. He called Doojoon, telling him he wanted them to meet and Doojoon with chipper voice agreed making the soccer field their meeting spot. Junhyung had no idea what his friend loved so much about the said field. He didn’t like it, but maybe it was due to the fact that he hated sports. Doojoon loved them.
He reached the huge green area lighted by tall lampposts, the ones soccer fields always have, with the plastic bleachers at the side and the two white goals at each end of the field. Doojoon was in the middle, playing with the ball against an invisible opponent and moving graciously from here to there. Junhyung really had no idea what Doojoon loved about this. It was nothing special for him. Now the disco stage with all the colorful lights and blasting music and the sound waves that resonate through your body and the DJ, put like on a pedestal - now that is special. But that was something Doojoon didn’t understand, so Junhyung thought it was a fair trade.
“Why here?” he asked, despite everything, grumpily and eyes half closed. It was late and he had to get up early after all.
“Why not? You told me to choose.” Doojoon answered smiling and keeping the ball under his foot. “Let’s play?” he asked and kicked the ball to the blond boy. Thought Junhyung was not in the mood so he left the ball roll behind him. He looked at Doojoon scowling and the boy before him did the same. “Why are we friends again?”
“Beats me.” The blond answered while shrugging and putting his hands in his pockets, waiting for when Doojoon would reach him. Today he had to tell him. “Didn’t we grow up together?” he asked as Doojoon stopped in front of him, head bended to the side and lips pursed.
“I guess it’s that.” Doojoon agreed and looked at him smirking and raising one of his eyebrows. Before Junhyung had any idea what was happening his glasses were in Doojoon’s hand and he was running away from him. Doojoon knew Junhyung couldn’t see without them, so he grunted when the black haired male yelled for him to get them.
Junhyung should’ve worn his contacts. He really should have.
Despite everything the blond ran after his friend, thinking that this is a flat ground and Doojoon was wearing red in contrast to all the green, so where can he trip or miss the boy?
Oh, how wrong he was.
He tripped and fell flat on his face, grunting and cursing and hearing Doojoon’s yelp and seeing faintly the older’s dashing form. He sat down inspecting his palms the best he could, trying to see some deep wound, or blood so he could blame Doojoon for it, but nothing was there. Only his hands were burning, probably only scratched, and his knees felt a little numb, definitely because of the fall. He was just about to yell at Doojoon, who was standing three steps away from him when the water sprayers turned on and started wetting the slim boy. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh before taking a deeper one. He gritted his teeth and when he felt the glasses being put again on his face he opened his eyes, ready to yell at his friend, though the words died as soon as he opened his eyes.
Doojoon stood before him, crouching, hair wet and sticking to his face, eyes apologetic and a guilty frown placed on his lips. His red T-shirt was soaked wet by now and clung nicely to his body. Junhyung took another deep breath before pushing his friend away and standing up, storming out of the field.
Doojoon was an idiot.
The blond got in his empty room and plopped on his bed, all wet and cold, because damn - it was spring and the nights were cold and he walked 15mins soaking wet on the streets trying to get home with Doojoon walking silently 2 meters back. Well, that was until they had to part ways 3 blocks down and Junhyung didn’t even turn to bid him goodbye.
They were always like that: getting mad at each other, insulting each other, hitting each other on the rare occasions; having different interests and circles and tastes in everything - from music to food. But they were just friends… somehow. And maybe there was something a little more, but Junhyung wasn’t really sure of it.
A knock was heard and this time it echoed in the room, unlike all the other times before. It must be because all the room had now was Junhyung’s bed and a few boxes with his books and CDs. The teenage boy turned to the left seeing his mother standing there, smiling at him apologetically. Junhyung knew he would be seeing this smile for months.
“Take a shower, dear, or you will get sick. You don’t want to miss school now, do you?”
“A minute or two won’t do a difference if I’m to catch a cold.” Junhyung laughed half-heartedly and stood up, going past his mother to the bathroom. Before he entered the small tiled room he heard his mother’s voice again:
“Did you bid your goodbyes?”
“Yea…” he answered faking smiling and went on to warm his cold body.
The next day Junhyung had a fever, but that didn’t really matter. His father actually thought it convenient, because he could skip his last day at school and they could move out with a few hours earlier. Junhyung wasn’t really pleased knowing he had to arrange his room with a fever running, because the next day he wanted to attend his new school, even if he could postpone it for two more days. He just had to occupy his mind.
On the way out of town they passed by the soccer field and Junhyung grabbed his dad’s seat, begging him to stop for a minute. Gladly the older man did and the blond teenager rushed out of the car and stopped at the white line outlining the terrain for play. He took out his phone and made a picture of the vast green field before he dashed back in the car and sat obediently at the back seat.
“Why did you want me to stop?” asked his dad as he pulled the car again on the road.
“Keeping a memory safe.” Junhyung mumbled as he put the soccer field as his phone’s wallpaper.
By the next day his fever was gone and Junhyung cursed under his breath the morning he woke up with no headache and no traces of him sweating during the night. It’s not that he didn’t want to go to his new school. He had a friend there so it was not that big of a deal. He cursed because he missed his last day at the previous school.
“I can’t believe you live across the street now.” Yoseob, his orange haired short friend who shared the same interests as Junhyung regarding music and food and movies and almost everything, chipped as he walked down the road with him.
“Mmm.” the blond only hummed as he checked again his phone and again no new messages. He sighed and locked the device, pocketing it.
“Why soccer field? You hate soccer.” Commented Yoseob, who obviously peeked at the older’s phone. That was the only thing they differed in - Yoseob was too curious.
“Had a nice memory there.” Answered Junhyung and looked at Yoseob in a way making the younger shut up.
The new class Junhyung had was good. They were friendly, a little too talkative but they looked nice. His seatmate was a little weird guy but he was a friend of Yoseob’s and that meant they will spend a lot of time together, so he tried not to think too much into the boy’s mental state, because he annoyed the teachers by asking too many questions all the time - something Junhyung thought he would never see.
It was just the beginning of their lunch break when Junhyung took his phone out again and stared at the photo set as his wallpaper. He pondered on whether he should press the button to the menu and then to the messages and write Doojoon, or wait for the other to write. He knew he was a little at fault… a lot at fault, but he didn’t want to admit it.
For a moment he got scared that the relationship he had with Doojoon would fade like all the ones in various movies and books and facebook profiles.
“You like soccer?” his seatmate, Hyunseung, asked as he leaned to take a closer look of the picture on the blond’s phone. “You don’t seem like it.”
“It’s to keep a memory.” Junhyung was really getting tired of saying it. What was so strange about putting a green field on your phone’s wallpaper?
“What kind of?” the doe eyed boy asked and Junhyung looked at him, scowling.
“A bittersweet one.”
“Junhyung, wait!” Doojoon yelled as he ran after his wet friend, grabbing him by the elbow and turning him around, a pleading look on his face. “You said you wanted to talk.”
“What should I talk with you about? Why am I even trying, really?! You’re such a kid!” yelled the blond and pried his hand away from his friend, turning around and making an attempt to get away. But Doojoon grabbed his hand again and turned him around, holding Junhyung’s shoulders firmly and refusing to let the boy free.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to fall!” he screamed back, because Junhyung was trashing in his hold, trying to set himself free and get home.
“Get away, idiot.” Junhyung hissed and finally pried away. “Apparently we’re not that close to even try and talk serious for once!” after that Junhyung doesn’t really remember how it happened. He saw Doojoon’s face hardening and him getting close, hand placing itself on the back of his neck and lips crashing with his own. Then Doojoon was on the ground; hand pressed to his cheek and Junhyung’s fist hurt like hell and he gritted his teeth looking angrily at Doojoon. A minute like that and the blond spun around, heading home, Doojoon walking behind him silently.
“Hyunseung, Junhyung! Let’s go!” Yoseob’s voice came and both boys stood up, heading out of the classroom and to the cafeteria.
“I hope the bitterness will go away.” Hyunseung whispered to him, before dashing to someone Junhyung didn’t know and tossing himself on the boy’s back, laughing at the shriek the male made.
The blond stopped for a minute to comprehend the scene before he chuckled and sighed. He was just about to make a step forward before his phone vibrated and he stood in place, hurriedly taking it out, smiling at the glowing display.
“One new message: Yoon Doojoon.”
END
From: Yoon Doojoon
Such a good friend. So you moved out without telling me a goodbye?
To: Yoon Doojoon
I tried telling you. Then you made me mad.
From: Yoon Doojoon
you were supposed to say something like ‘because it’s not a goodbye’. Do I have to teach you these things? … Or do you want it to be a goodbye? Fine by me. I won’t be seeing your grumpy face anymore.
To: Yoon Doojoon
Fine. I won’t be seeing your ugly face too.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Come on, you like my ugly face *smirks*
To: Yoon Doojoon
*glare* go to hell.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Send me your address. I will come on Saturday. We need to talk.
To: Yoon Doojoon
I don’t want to talk.
From: Yoon Doojoon
Yong Junhyung, we have to talk. Don’t run away, I will find you one way or another.
To: Yoon Doojoon
Ok, ok… if you insist. But I wanted to go on a date. One day gone for nothing.
From: Yoon Doojoon
I’m staying over so we’ll go on Sunday. Now send me the address, dumbass.
--------------------------------------------------------------
I got the idea about the thing after the 'END' from FloweryMisha
because I really wanted to write that part, but it didn't fit in the story,
so I put it in as extra. I hope no one minds?
Anyway~... I've been pretty unproductive lately, but today I went to
the cinema and on my way home I passed by a soccer field
(it was 10-11PM or something), the water sprays were on
and this popped in my head. Why refuse it's creating?
I hope it's okay... there may be some mistakes, sorry for that.
Enjoy~