Jongdae pulls out an earbud and blinks up at his roommate, who’s holding up the membership form Jongdae had picked up earlier that day. One of the upperclassmen in the Korean cultural club, Minseok, had pressed it into his hands after hearing about Jongdae’s brief stint as a sprinter on his high school’s track team. It was only for a semester in sophomore year but that was apparently more than enough experience needed to join KCA’s intramural soccer team. “Oh, that? Yeah, Minseok-hyung kind of forced me to.”
“Forced you and not me?!” Baekhyun places a hand to his chest and gapes, wide-eyed and nostrils flared, for a moment before rearranging back into his default creepy villain sidekick expression. “I thought you didn’t like team sports. Weren’t you picked last in gym for like, everything?”
“That was in the fourth grade! And that’s only because I was ninety pounds!” Jongdae squawks, kicking a foot into Baekhyun’s shin, and snatches the form back. “God, why did I even tell you that? You’re such a fartbag. That’s the last time I ever let you get me twisted.”
Shrugging, Baekhyun snorts. “Whatever, just ‘cause you’ve gained maybe five pounds since you were ten doesn’t suddenly make you a star athlete, Kim Jongdae.” He narrowly avoids getting clocked in the face with Jongdae’s stapler.
“At least I didn’t quit hapkido after shitting my pants during a competition.”
Baekhyun narrows his eyes and readies himself to pounce forward. “You motherfucker—for the last time, it was a stress shart and I got third place!”
After having spent half an hour wandering around campus looking for the most obscure, shrouded field in the history of the universe, Jongdae finally finds his way to the first practice. The team’s already warming up by the time he scurries to the bleachers to drop off his backpack.
“Hey! Yo, Jongdae!”
Minseok waves him over from where he’s stretching out his hamstrings. Everyone’s sitting in a circle and Jongdae recognizes a few familiar faces from the few KCA meetings he’d attended the past few weeks. He waves at them before plopping down in the space Minseok cleared next to him.
“You ready? Did you read up on the rules?”
Jongdae grins sheepishly. “Oh, uh, well, some things came up and y’know—”
Slapping a hand to his shoulder, Minseok laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, man, Lu Han’ll go over the basics before we actually start. He’s the captain and,” Minseok leans in, “kind of a nut about soccer.”
“Who’re you calling a nut,” comes an eerily sweet voice.
Jongdae turns his head and finds himself face to crotch with a kid beaming down at them with a wide smile. His face looks like a toddler’s but his body’s toned and scarred with years of sports and it’s a little jarring to see.
“Oop, and here he is!” Minseok says, drawing back and patting a hand against the captain’s right buttcheek. “Respectable captain Lu Han!”
“Hey,” Lu Han says and reaches a hand out to shake.
“Hi!” Jongdae takes it eagerly. “I’m Jongdae and I have no idea how to play this game!”
Lu Han laughs and squats between Jongdae and Minseok, elbowing Minseok in the side hard enough to elicit a yelp. “That’s okay, the rules are pretty simple and it’s only the intramural level so it’s nothing too serious.”
Minseok snorts from beside him and earns himself another elbow. “Don’t listen to him. Lu Han loves winning and, like I said, he’s kind of a soccer nut.”
Waving a hand, Lu Han pointedly ignores the accusation and calls out for everyone to gather and start running laps around the field. “Fifteen minutes! As many as you can!”
It’s been a good four months since Jongdae’s run any distance further than that from his dorm to the cafeteria. Even with the gym only a ten minute walk away, his ninety million other club activities get in the way of any kind of physical activity, and he usually spends his free time on homework or building up his resume. Well, it’s mostly catching up with the new season of Game of Thrones but he suffers, okay?
Luckily, he’s not as out of shape as he thought and he’s making pretty good time until someone slams into him from behind, knocking him off balance. Jongdae scrambles to maintain his footing as the human canon barks a loud “sorry!” right beside his ear.
Jongdae regains his senses and turns to face the perpetrator. It’s a tall, gangly guy with an apologetic grin. Jongdae hasn’t seen him at any of the KCA meetups but then again, Jongdae’s only been to a few and those were mostly the cooking events.
“I’m Chanyeol,” he says and sticks out a sweaty hand that Jongdae takes uneasily. “Sorry, my friend kind of shoved me.” He nods back at a shorter guy who’s staring at them, wide eyed and with a satisfied smirk.
“Kyungsoo,” the guy says simply and resumes running, likely to get away from the possible revenge Chanyeol’s about to inflict on him. Fortunately for him, Lu Han calls for everyone to huddle for the start of an actual practice game.
Jongdae and Chanyeol follow suit. “I’m Jongdae, and don’t worry about it! I’m pretty sturdy for a small dude!”
“I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t even see you—” Chanyeol pauses, eyes going wide. “Watch out!”
A shrill scream comes from the huddle and the last thing Jongdae sees is a soccer ball headed straight for his head.
Re: wc!au: team chenshine - fic
Jongdae pulls out an earbud and blinks up at his roommate, who’s holding up the membership form Jongdae had picked up earlier that day. One of the upperclassmen in the Korean cultural club, Minseok, had pressed it into his hands after hearing about Jongdae’s brief stint as a sprinter on his high school’s track team. It was only for a semester in sophomore year but that was apparently more than enough experience needed to join KCA’s intramural soccer team. “Oh, that? Yeah, Minseok-hyung kind of forced me to.”
“Forced you and not me?!” Baekhyun places a hand to his chest and gapes, wide-eyed and nostrils flared, for a moment before rearranging back into his default creepy villain sidekick expression. “I thought you didn’t like team sports. Weren’t you picked last in gym for like, everything?”
“That was in the fourth grade! And that’s only because I was ninety pounds!” Jongdae squawks, kicking a foot into Baekhyun’s shin, and snatches the form back. “God, why did I even tell you that? You’re such a fartbag. That’s the last time I ever let you get me twisted.”
Shrugging, Baekhyun snorts. “Whatever, just ‘cause you’ve gained maybe five pounds since you were ten doesn’t suddenly make you a star athlete, Kim Jongdae.” He narrowly avoids getting clocked in the face with Jongdae’s stapler.
“At least I didn’t quit hapkido after shitting my pants during a competition.”
Baekhyun narrows his eyes and readies himself to pounce forward. “You motherfucker—for the last time, it was a stress shart and I got third place!”
After having spent half an hour wandering around campus looking for the most obscure, shrouded field in the history of the universe, Jongdae finally finds his way to the first practice. The team’s already warming up by the time he scurries to the bleachers to drop off his backpack.
“Hey! Yo, Jongdae!”
Minseok waves him over from where he’s stretching out his hamstrings. Everyone’s sitting in a circle and Jongdae recognizes a few familiar faces from the few KCA meetings he’d attended the past few weeks. He waves at them before plopping down in the space Minseok cleared next to him.
“You ready? Did you read up on the rules?”
Jongdae grins sheepishly. “Oh, uh, well, some things came up and y’know—”
Slapping a hand to his shoulder, Minseok laughs and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, man, Lu Han’ll go over the basics before we actually start. He’s the captain and,” Minseok leans in, “kind of a nut about soccer.”
“Who’re you calling a nut,” comes an eerily sweet voice.
Jongdae turns his head and finds himself face to crotch with a kid beaming down at them with a wide smile. His face looks like a toddler’s but his body’s toned and scarred with years of sports and it’s a little jarring to see.
“Oop, and here he is!” Minseok says, drawing back and patting a hand against the captain’s right buttcheek. “Respectable captain Lu Han!”
“Hey,” Lu Han says and reaches a hand out to shake.
“Hi!” Jongdae takes it eagerly. “I’m Jongdae and I have no idea how to play this game!”
Lu Han laughs and squats between Jongdae and Minseok, elbowing Minseok in the side hard enough to elicit a yelp. “That’s okay, the rules are pretty simple and it’s only the intramural level so it’s nothing too serious.”
Minseok snorts from beside him and earns himself another elbow. “Don’t listen to him. Lu Han loves winning and, like I said, he’s kind of a soccer nut.”
Waving a hand, Lu Han pointedly ignores the accusation and calls out for everyone to gather and start running laps around the field. “Fifteen minutes! As many as you can!”
It’s been a good four months since Jongdae’s run any distance further than that from his dorm to the cafeteria. Even with the gym only a ten minute walk away, his ninety million other club activities get in the way of any kind of physical activity, and he usually spends his free time on homework or building up his resume. Well, it’s mostly catching up with the new season of Game of Thrones but he suffers, okay?
Luckily, he’s not as out of shape as he thought and he’s making pretty good time until someone slams into him from behind, knocking him off balance. Jongdae scrambles to maintain his footing as the human canon barks a loud “sorry!” right beside his ear.
Jongdae regains his senses and turns to face the perpetrator. It’s a tall, gangly guy with an apologetic grin. Jongdae hasn’t seen him at any of the KCA meetups but then again, Jongdae’s only been to a few and those were mostly the cooking events.
“I’m Chanyeol,” he says and sticks out a sweaty hand that Jongdae takes uneasily. “Sorry, my friend kind of shoved me.” He nods back at a shorter guy who’s staring at them, wide eyed and with a satisfied smirk.
“Kyungsoo,” the guy says simply and resumes running, likely to get away from the possible revenge Chanyeol’s about to inflict on him. Fortunately for him, Lu Han calls for everyone to huddle for the start of an actual practice game.
Jongdae and Chanyeol follow suit. “I’m Jongdae, and don’t worry about it! I’m pretty sturdy for a small dude!”
“I’ve gotta admit, I didn’t even see you—” Chanyeol pauses, eyes going wide. “Watch out!”
A shrill scream comes from the huddle and the last thing Jongdae sees is a soccer ball headed straight for his head.