A Game Of Two Halves; Minho/Key
In which Kibum tries playing soccer under the guidance of Minho.
"Question to Key: Everyone knows Key is a hardworking and diligent artiste, and has achieved excellent results regardless of whether it is singing, musical, variety or other areas. Is there any other field that Key has not challenged yet? What do you want to challenge in the future?
Key: hmm, if i could try something else...
Onew: Soccer.
Minho: *laughs and thumbs up*
Key: Although I have tried singing, acting etc., I am personally not that good at sports. Still, I hope to give it a try."
Credits CRpinky for rough translations... and myself for my understanding of Chinese and Korean.
Author's Note: Inspired by this and this (closer fancam, around 2:50). i'm sorry i'm not sorry because Minho's reaction and Kibum's answer (of all things he picked sports!! can you be more obvious, kim kibum?) was just too wonderful. how am i supposed to resist writing something out of it? and umm, i might have heard Onew wrongly but it doesn't really make a difference anyway. hehe. alright! it's yet another drabblish one shot from me. thank you, as always, for clicking on this story and i hope it'll be an enjoyable read! ^^♥
When Minho came into his room with a smile creepy enough to send shivers down Kibum’s spine, Kibum should have trusted his instincts and chased his boyfriend out of his room that very moment. But of course, curiosity just had to get the better of Kibum and look where he was now. After being persuaded to leave the dorm past midnight just because Minho wanted to bring him somewhere special, Kibum was now standing inside an indoor sports arena, one that Minho probably booked because it was after opening hours and there were only the two of them there.
Undoubtedly, Minho had planned everything beforehand.
Even though Kibum had never been to the place before, he instantly knew Minho was up to no good when the car drove into the location. Of all the places Kibum imagined Minho would bring him to, he was certainly not expecting this. Somehow, it reminded him of the venue they went to for the Idol Star Athletics Championship. So surprised Kibum was that Minho actually had to hold his hand just to lead him out of the car and into the indoor stadium to the very spot he was stuck in now. The moment Minho took out a soccer ball from the large black gym bag he was carrying, everything clicked.
If there was a time Kim Kibum ever felt like killing Lee Jinki, now was the time.
True, Kibum did say that he wanted to try his hand at sports… but it was ultimately Lee Jinki’s fault for even suggesting soccer and putting ideas in Minho’s head. Eyes travelling between the smile on his boyfriend’s face to the soccer ball in his hands, Kibum promised himself that he was definitely going to make Jinki pay for what was about to come, that is if he managed to get out of the sports arena alive first.
“Don’t look at me like you’re about to kill me, Kibummie.”
Snapping out of his thoughts, Kibum stopped planning his murder of Lee Jinki and instantly glared at his boyfriend.
“I was actually thinking of killing Jinki hyung but now that you say it…”
Minho let out a laugh and tugged on Kibum’s arm, “Come on, bum, you said you wanted to try sports, didn’t you?”
“Yes but you should know I only said that because Jinki hyung started the topic and I just went along with it.”
“Really?” Minho blinked innocently at Kibum, “I didn’t know…”
“Stop pretending.” Kibum pushed Minho on his chest with a force hard enough for him to be caught off guard. The football dropped out of Minho’s hands but Minho was quick enough to stop it from rolling as he swiftly took a few steps to the front and easily trapped the ball under his foot.
Minho then looked up at Kibum with a hopeful expression, his eyes suddenly filled with so much anticipation that Kibum didn’t have the heart to let his boyfriend down. Even without saying anything, Kibum could tell how excited Minho was being able to bring him to a sports arena and hopefully teach him how to play soccer. To be honest, this wasn’t what Kibum had in mind when Minho said he was going to bring him somewhere special. Still, his boyfriend was definitely not lying since sports had always been something special to Minho. And so, Kibum found himself defeated.
Letting out a huge sigh, Kibum looked down at his outfit and pulled at his white shirt which was tucked into his black skinnies.
“You better have some clothes in that big bag of yours so I can change into something appropriate, Minho.”
When he looked back up and was greeted by the sight of Minho’s butt as the rapper bent down to search his bag, Kibum knew there was no escape. He was definitely playing some football tonight.
⚽
Minho couldn’t believe his eyes. It was one thing that Kibum was on a futsal pitch, dribbling the ball and actually trying out football properly for once in his life, but it was another thing when he kept missing the goal no matter how many times Kibum tried to kick the ball in the net. Mind you, there wasn’t even a goalkeeper standing there since Minho had chosen to stand behind his boyfriend after the first few misses. Minho might not be a professional player but he knew he was skilled enough to coach a beginner at football. However, he was now at his wits’ end when Kibum missed the goal once again after what seemed like the hundredth try.
After watching the ball fly over the crossbar, Kibum placed his hands on his hips and turned around. There, he found Minho staring incredulously at him.
“I don’t get it…” Minho said, shaking his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Why can’t you score?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum threw his hands in the air, “I’m trying the best I can, Minho.”
“I know you are, baby.” Minho sighed, “But I just don’t understand why you can’t do it.”
“Maybe I’m just not cut out for soccer…” Kibum replied with a shrug, “Sorry, coach.”
After running to get the football, Minho returned to Kibum’s side and squeezed his boyfriend encouragingly on his shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry, bum.” Minho smiled, placing the ball down at their feet, and continued, “At least you tried.”
“And I’m not too bad at dribbling right?” Kibum questioned with a grin.
Minho chuckled, “Yeah, but that isn’t enough for you to play a game of soccer.”
Kibum moved closer so he could rest his chin on Minho’s shoulder before he asked, “Are you disappointed?”
As Minho turned to look at him, Kibum naturally stood back upright to meet Minho’s eyes.
“Why would I be?” Minho shot back a question, arm circling around Kibum’s waist to pull him into a hug, “I’m happy enough that you didn’t violently object once you knew I wanted you to play soccer… and look, we’ve already spent almost an hour here, I don’t think I’m in any position to be disappointed.”
Kibum smiled as he patted Minho on the butt, “Alright then, go get me a cold drink, coach.”
Minho raised an eyebrow in amusement, “I don’t think you should order your coach around like this.”
“So are you not going to get me a drink then?” Kibum asked, a note of challenge in his voice.
“I’ll go get you one right now.” Minho laughed as he released Kibum and made his way off the pitch towards the vending machine that was located outside.
While Minho walked away, Kibum picked up the ball and positioned it back onto the ground, exactly on the penalty spot. When he was done, he took a few steps back and at the same time, checked if Minho was still in the arena. By then, there was no sight of Minho. A smile tugged on the corners of Kibum’s lips as he finally made his run up to the ball.
With just one simple kick, the ball easily rolled into the net.
Score!
Kibum laughed out loud as he jogged to the goal to collect the ball back. Even though no one was around, he still imitated the classic way Minho celebrated his victory by tapping his fist on his heart, kissing his finger and pointing above.
Of course, he should celebrate! Minho wasn’t the only one going home happy tonight, Kibum was too. For being able to deceive his boyfriend and save himself from future soccer games, Kibum was proud of himself. Even though a part of him felt bad, he still couldn’t risk letting Minho find out he was actually good enough to play the sport because he knew his boyfriend would just make soccer a thing between them. And Kibum didn’t want that to happen. Minho already had his soccer friends for that. At the end of the day, Kibum still preferred not to involve himself in soccer or for that matter, sports.
As he returned back to his original position and waited for Minho to come back, Kibum wondered how he managed to trick his boyfriend this easily but he wasn’t interested in finding out anyway. Minho should have known it took more skill to miss an open goal countless of times than scoring a goal. For someone who was blessed to be athletically strong, Minho wasn’t really that good in mind games. It was alright anyway, Kibum still loved him the same.
When Minho finally came back with two cold isotonic drinks, he found Kibum sitting on the ground and sulking rather adorably.
“Did you try while I was gone?” Minho asked what he figured out was the reason behind Kibum’s pout, teasing his boyfriend by pressing the cold bottle against his cheek.
Shrinking away from the cold sensation, Kibum nodded as he grabbed the bottle from Minho’s hand.
“Still can’t do it?”
Kibum nodded once again.
Minho smiled comfortingly, “It’s alright, bummie, you don’t have to try anymore… maybe you can just stick to watching soccer instead?”
Kibum smiled in reply, choosing not to answer, as he said instead, “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”
And as Minho nodded and pulled him up, Kibum knew he was going to spend the entire car ride back trying to figure out how to stop Minho from making him watch soccer matches.
He really, really, really shouldn’t have celebrated so early.
"Question to Key: Everyone knows Key is a hardworking and diligent artiste, and has achieved excellent results regardless of whether it is singing, musical, variety or other areas. Is there any other field that Key has not challenged yet? What do you want to challenge in the future?
Key: hmm, if i could try something else...
Onew: Soccer.
Minho: *laughs and thumbs up*
Key: Although I have tried singing, acting etc., I am personally not that good at sports. Still, I hope to give it a try."
Credits CRpinky for rough translations... and myself for my understanding of Chinese and Korean.
Author's Note: Inspired by this and this (closer fancam, around 2:50). i'm sorry i'm not sorry because Minho's reaction and Kibum's answer (of all things he picked sports!! can you be more obvious, kim kibum?) was just too wonderful. how am i supposed to resist writing something out of it? and umm, i might have heard Onew wrongly but it doesn't really make a difference anyway. hehe. alright! it's yet another drabblish one shot from me. thank you, as always, for clicking on this story and i hope it'll be an enjoyable read! ^^♥
When Minho came into his room with a smile creepy enough to send shivers down Kibum’s spine, Kibum should have trusted his instincts and chased his boyfriend out of his room that very moment. But of course, curiosity just had to get the better of Kibum and look where he was now. After being persuaded to leave the dorm past midnight just because Minho wanted to bring him somewhere special, Kibum was now standing inside an indoor sports arena, one that Minho probably booked because it was after opening hours and there were only the two of them there.
Undoubtedly, Minho had planned everything beforehand.
Even though Kibum had never been to the place before, he instantly knew Minho was up to no good when the car drove into the location. Of all the places Kibum imagined Minho would bring him to, he was certainly not expecting this. Somehow, it reminded him of the venue they went to for the Idol Star Athletics Championship. So surprised Kibum was that Minho actually had to hold his hand just to lead him out of the car and into the indoor stadium to the very spot he was stuck in now. The moment Minho took out a soccer ball from the large black gym bag he was carrying, everything clicked.
If there was a time Kim Kibum ever felt like killing Lee Jinki, now was the time.
True, Kibum did say that he wanted to try his hand at sports… but it was ultimately Lee Jinki’s fault for even suggesting soccer and putting ideas in Minho’s head. Eyes travelling between the smile on his boyfriend’s face to the soccer ball in his hands, Kibum promised himself that he was definitely going to make Jinki pay for what was about to come, that is if he managed to get out of the sports arena alive first.
“Don’t look at me like you’re about to kill me, Kibummie.”
Snapping out of his thoughts, Kibum stopped planning his murder of Lee Jinki and instantly glared at his boyfriend.
“I was actually thinking of killing Jinki hyung but now that you say it…”
Minho let out a laugh and tugged on Kibum’s arm, “Come on, bum, you said you wanted to try sports, didn’t you?”
“Yes but you should know I only said that because Jinki hyung started the topic and I just went along with it.”
“Really?” Minho blinked innocently at Kibum, “I didn’t know…”
“Stop pretending.” Kibum pushed Minho on his chest with a force hard enough for him to be caught off guard. The football dropped out of Minho’s hands but Minho was quick enough to stop it from rolling as he swiftly took a few steps to the front and easily trapped the ball under his foot.
Minho then looked up at Kibum with a hopeful expression, his eyes suddenly filled with so much anticipation that Kibum didn’t have the heart to let his boyfriend down. Even without saying anything, Kibum could tell how excited Minho was being able to bring him to a sports arena and hopefully teach him how to play soccer. To be honest, this wasn’t what Kibum had in mind when Minho said he was going to bring him somewhere special. Still, his boyfriend was definitely not lying since sports had always been something special to Minho. And so, Kibum found himself defeated.
Letting out a huge sigh, Kibum looked down at his outfit and pulled at his white shirt which was tucked into his black skinnies.
“You better have some clothes in that big bag of yours so I can change into something appropriate, Minho.”
When he looked back up and was greeted by the sight of Minho’s butt as the rapper bent down to search his bag, Kibum knew there was no escape. He was definitely playing some football tonight.
⚽
Minho couldn’t believe his eyes. It was one thing that Kibum was on a futsal pitch, dribbling the ball and actually trying out football properly for once in his life, but it was another thing when he kept missing the goal no matter how many times Kibum tried to kick the ball in the net. Mind you, there wasn’t even a goalkeeper standing there since Minho had chosen to stand behind his boyfriend after the first few misses. Minho might not be a professional player but he knew he was skilled enough to coach a beginner at football. However, he was now at his wits’ end when Kibum missed the goal once again after what seemed like the hundredth try.
After watching the ball fly over the crossbar, Kibum placed his hands on his hips and turned around. There, he found Minho staring incredulously at him.
“I don’t get it…” Minho said, shaking his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “Why can’t you score?”
“I don’t know.” Kibum threw his hands in the air, “I’m trying the best I can, Minho.”
“I know you are, baby.” Minho sighed, “But I just don’t understand why you can’t do it.”
“Maybe I’m just not cut out for soccer…” Kibum replied with a shrug, “Sorry, coach.”
After running to get the football, Minho returned to Kibum’s side and squeezed his boyfriend encouragingly on his shoulder.
“Don’t be sorry, bum.” Minho smiled, placing the ball down at their feet, and continued, “At least you tried.”
“And I’m not too bad at dribbling right?” Kibum questioned with a grin.
Minho chuckled, “Yeah, but that isn’t enough for you to play a game of soccer.”
Kibum moved closer so he could rest his chin on Minho’s shoulder before he asked, “Are you disappointed?”
As Minho turned to look at him, Kibum naturally stood back upright to meet Minho’s eyes.
“Why would I be?” Minho shot back a question, arm circling around Kibum’s waist to pull him into a hug, “I’m happy enough that you didn’t violently object once you knew I wanted you to play soccer… and look, we’ve already spent almost an hour here, I don’t think I’m in any position to be disappointed.”
Kibum smiled as he patted Minho on the butt, “Alright then, go get me a cold drink, coach.”
Minho raised an eyebrow in amusement, “I don’t think you should order your coach around like this.”
“So are you not going to get me a drink then?” Kibum asked, a note of challenge in his voice.
“I’ll go get you one right now.” Minho laughed as he released Kibum and made his way off the pitch towards the vending machine that was located outside.
While Minho walked away, Kibum picked up the ball and positioned it back onto the ground, exactly on the penalty spot. When he was done, he took a few steps back and at the same time, checked if Minho was still in the arena. By then, there was no sight of Minho. A smile tugged on the corners of Kibum’s lips as he finally made his run up to the ball.
With just one simple kick, the ball easily rolled into the net.
Score!
Kibum laughed out loud as he jogged to the goal to collect the ball back. Even though no one was around, he still imitated the classic way Minho celebrated his victory by tapping his fist on his heart, kissing his finger and pointing above.
Of course, he should celebrate! Minho wasn’t the only one going home happy tonight, Kibum was too. For being able to deceive his boyfriend and save himself from future soccer games, Kibum was proud of himself. Even though a part of him felt bad, he still couldn’t risk letting Minho find out he was actually good enough to play the sport because he knew his boyfriend would just make soccer a thing between them. And Kibum didn’t want that to happen. Minho already had his soccer friends for that. At the end of the day, Kibum still preferred not to involve himself in soccer or for that matter, sports.
As he returned back to his original position and waited for Minho to come back, Kibum wondered how he managed to trick his boyfriend this easily but he wasn’t interested in finding out anyway. Minho should have known it took more skill to miss an open goal countless of times than scoring a goal. For someone who was blessed to be athletically strong, Minho wasn’t really that good in mind games. It was alright anyway, Kibum still loved him the same.
When Minho finally came back with two cold isotonic drinks, he found Kibum sitting on the ground and sulking rather adorably.
“Did you try while I was gone?” Minho asked what he figured out was the reason behind Kibum’s pout, teasing his boyfriend by pressing the cold bottle against his cheek.
Shrinking away from the cold sensation, Kibum nodded as he grabbed the bottle from Minho’s hand.
“Still can’t do it?”
Kibum nodded once again.
Minho smiled comfortingly, “It’s alright, bummie, you don’t have to try anymore… maybe you can just stick to watching soccer instead?”
Kibum smiled in reply, choosing not to answer, as he said instead, “I’m tired. Let’s go home.”
And as Minho nodded and pulled him up, Kibum knew he was going to spend the entire car ride back trying to figure out how to stop Minho from making him watch soccer matches.
He really, really, really shouldn’t have celebrated so early.