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part two hundred and nine
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(Anonymous) 2014-07-04 02:52 am (UTC)(link)What he doesn’t know is how to get Do Kyungsoo’s number.
“I can’t believe you’re being such a pussy about this,” Baekhyun says, slapping Jongin on the back.
They’re in the locker room after a long day of practice, and it’s mostly just a few players left in the room now after the staff and other players have fizzled out. The rest of the players have stayed back to shower and maybe grab some dinner together, and even though they’re all bone-tired, Baekhyun doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut.
“It’s not that hard, Jongin,” Chanyeol tries to add, but it’s muffled as he slips an oversized hoodie over his head. When he comes up for air, he’s sporting a goofy grin. “All you have to do is say ‘hey, Kyungsoo, how about I wine and dine you—‘”
“—And then you fuck me against the medical bed after giving me a massage?” Baekhyun helpfully adds.
“Hyung,” Jongin whines, glancing around to make sure no one heard. Of course, every eye in the locker room is on him. He blushes all the way to his toes and slaps Baekhyun in the shoulder. “Shut up.”
Baekhyun and Chanyeol finally let up after a few minutes of cackling at Jongin’s misery and start to talk about practice, and the couch’s hot new wife. Jongin can old nod when he’s addressed, his lips pressed into a firm line while he pulls on his ratty jeans and an old t-shirt.
Jongin has known Baekhyun for a long time, and Chanyeol for only a little less—long enough that he knows they don’t mean any harm. He’s also known them long enough to know that Baekhyun would walk straight up to Kyungsoo and repeat exactly what they’d just said, and Chanyeol would probably accidentally let Jongin’s secret but still laugh about it later. They’re not the kind of people you trust with your embarrassing secrets.
Jongin hadn’t meant to trust them with his embarrassing crush on the team’s medic, Kyungsoo. It’d just sort of come out one day when Jongin had finished getting his cramped muscles stretched out by Kyungsoo and let a wayward comment slip. He has nice hands.
Maybe it was the way he said it, maybe it was the dreamy look in his eye, or maybe they’d known all along—but that was all it took for them to make it their mission to get Jongin laid by Do Kyungsoo. Or to ask him out at the very least.
“You should be aiming higher than that,” Baekhyun had said. “You’re very good at getting it in, after all.”
Jongin’s not sure about that, but he is sure that he really, really likes Kyungsoo’s soft voice telling him how to soak his muscles, his careful hands massaging Jongin’s calves, and the little lilt he gets at the side of his mouth when Jongin says something stupid, even though he never really says anything about it.
Jongin is brought out of his thoughts about Kyungsoo’s cute mouth and tiny hands when someone slaps him on the back. It’s Minseok, the team captain, and he has a knowing look in his eye that scares Jongin.
“Stop sulking, Jongin, and let’s go get some food,” he says.
“FOOOOD,” someone else shouts from across the locker room, and it’s loud enough to drown out Jongin’s protest that I’m not sulking.
Minseok starts to lead Jongin toward the door, ignoring everyone shouts of what they want for dinner to lean toward Jongin’s ear and whisper, “I have Kyungsoo’s number. You know, if you need it.”
“Hyung, not you too!” Jongin says, and Minseok walks away, chuckling.
“You’re very tense.”
Jongin can’t see him, because his hands are over his face to cover his red cheeks, but he’s sure that Kyungsoo is smirking. Kyungsoo has this way about him, that somehow Jongin can never tell if he’s teasing him, making fun of him, or trying to be nice. It’s somewhat terrifying.
It is also terrifying the way that Kyungsoo can bend Jongin into positions he never he could reach. He’s currently lying on his back with his leg in the air, Kyungsoo standing above him, and pushing the leg back toward Jongin. Jongin had gotten a pretty bad cramp during practice and needed to take a break, and Kyungsoo is helping him stretch it out. Jongin is delighted, and also incredibly embarrassed.
“Um, yes,” Jongin says, even though it’s muffled by his hands.
Kyungsoo chuckles, and Jongin drops his hands so he can watch the way that it makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Stressed about something?”
“Just a bit,” Jongin says, and groans when Kyungsoo presses a little harder against his leg.
Kyungsoo laughs again before releasing Jongin’s leg. “Turn over,” he says. “I’ll massage the back of your thighs.”
Oh my god, Jongin wants to scream, but all he does is turn around onto his stomach and bury his face into his arms. This is the worst kind of massage. Kyungsoo’s hands all over his thighs, way too close to his crotch, face all near his ass. Jongin almost jumps out of his skin at the first press of Kyungsoo’s hand on the back of his thigh.
“Sorry about that,” Kyungsoo says, quiet. Like he’s focused, and Jongin can already imagine the little downturn of his mouth and the crease between his eyebrows that he always gets when he’s concentrating. It’s really cute, and Jongin wants to turn around and see, but he also doesn’t want to get caught staring.
It’s quiet for a few minutes before Kyungsoo pats the side of his thigh and says, “You’ll do great tomorrow.”
Tomorrow being the first game of the season, against their teams strongest opponent. Jongin’s been stressed about it for weeks, and now even the final couple days before the match, he hasn’t even been in top shape. Jongin has confidence in his abilities, but he can’t work miracles. Everything needs to be perfect if they’re going to win.
“I hope so,” Jongin mumbles.
“You’re a great player,” Kyungsoo says, digging the heel of his hand so hard into Jongin’s thigh that he can’t respond. “A bit reckless, but hey, that’s what gets me paid.”
Jongin scoffs and, feeling bold, kicks his leg backward and just grazes Kyungsoo with it. “Don’t take pleasure in my pain.”
“I just can’t help it.” Kyungsoo’s hand squeezes like a vice grip around Jongin’s thigh and he groans, loud and high-pitched, just as the rest of the team comes flooding into the locker room, with whistles and cat-calls.
“I see we’re interrupting something,” someone, Jongin thinks it’s Jongdae, says, and laughter follows. “I don’t won’t to be a burden, so—”
“You’re always a burden,” Kyungsoo says, and Jongin can breathe a sigh of relief when he pulls away and lets Jongin turn around. Just in time to see Kyungsoo landing a punch of Jongdae’s shoulder. “You little shit.”
After Jongdae has been suitably harassed, Kyungsoo turns to Jongin with a smile. He reaches out and ruffles Jongin’s hair, says, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” and walks out the door with a wave to the other players. Jongin is please, heat radiating out from every place that Kyungsoo had touched him today, the memory of Kyungsoo’s smile etched into his brain.
Of course his teammates have to ruin it. Sehun comes up as soon as Kyungsoo’s out the door and gives him an exaggerated sad look. “That’s got to hurt.”
“That was seriously rough,” Chanyeol asks, patting Jongin on the back.
“What are you guys talking about it?”
Baekhyun wraps his arm around Jongin’s shoulder and pulls him into side. “Buddy, pal, I hate to tell you this—you were just friend-zoned.”
“Massively friend-zoned,” Jongdae, ever so helpful, adds. “He ruffled your hair.”
“That doesn’t mean anything,” Jongin says, standing and trying to elbow all the obnoxious out of his way.
Baekhyun shakes his head. “It means everything, my naive friend.”
Jongin scowls. He learned a long time ago not to take advice from his teammates. They’re all obnoxious, dickheads, and most importantly—they’re all single. He shouldn’t listen to them because they don’t know what they’re talking about, they never do. Kyungsoo could like him. Kyungsoo could like him, even though he ruffles his hair and rarely talks about non-football things and only spends time with him because it’s his job. It’s possible.
The next day, Jongin is distracted. And when Jongin is distracted, he makes stupid mistakes. It’s almost half time, he hasn’t gotten a goal in, the couch is yelling at him, and Kyungsoo is on the sidelines. Kyungsoo is watching him make stupid mistakes.
He knows he needs to step it up, not just for Kyungsoo, but for his team, so when he gets a chance to get near the goal he takes it, even though there’s four defenders in his way.
And suddenly he’s on the ground.
He groans and tries to crack his eyes open but all he can see is an opposing team member leaning over him, patting him on the shoulder. His ears are ringing and he shuts his eyes and says, ”Kyungsoo.”
He doesn’t know how much time passes before he feels a familiar hand on his shoulder and Kyungsoo saying, “I’m here, Jongin. It’s okay. It’s just a little scratch.”
Jongin opens his eyes again and sees Kyungsoo staring down at him, a familiar crease in between his eyebrows and it almost makes Jongin smile, if it weren’t for the aching pain in his leg and the massive headache. Suddenly, Jongin’s being lifted onto a stretcher and toted off the field and he can’t believe he’s already injured in the first game of the season.
After Jongin’s been treated, he sits on a bench in the locker room—not sulking and waits for the game to end.
“I told you you’re too reckless,” he hears, and jerks his head to see Kyungsoo taking a seat beside him.
He barks out a laugh. “I guess you’re really earning your paycheck today.”
Kyungsoo gives him a small smile and places a hand on his back, rubbing up and down. He stares at Jongin for a few seconds, and Jongin can’t help the way that his eyes dart down to Kyungsoo’s lips for a second before rising again to meet his eyes. Kyungsoo is still smiling at him, and it’s making him really nervous.
“Are you okay?” Kyungsoo finally asks.
Jongin gulps, then nods.
“That’s good,” Kyungsoo says, and makes to pull away, but Jongin reaches out and grabs him by the wrist.
He doesn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence has come from, he knows that the game is going to be over soon, the locker room flooded with players and staff, and it won’t be any time soon that Jongin will get this alone time with Kyungsoo. He wants—he wants so much, to hold Kyungsoo’s hand and kiss Kyungsoo’s lips and just talk to Kyungsoo like a normal human being.
Jongin manages to blurt, “Can I—can I have your phone number?”
Kyungsoo looks at him with wide eyes for a few moments before he chuckles. Jongin releases his wrist with a sigh, waiting for the inevitable—when Kyungsoo places a hand on his upper thigh. Jongin jerks his head up to see Kyungsoo looking at him with a smirk.
“Yes,” Kyungsoo says. “You can take me out to dinner, too.” He leans closer, so that Jongin can smell his cologne and see the specks of color in his eyes and the little mole on his waterline. “And we can discuss the rest after that,” he adds with a whisper.
Jongin shudders.
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