With an Awkward Smile [Beast/SHINee]
Doojoon/Dongwoon & Onew/Minho
G
~7300w
Dongwoon is assigned to the soccer spread for the yearbook and meets charming, arrogant Doojoon, the soccer captain. (high school!au)
AKA Doowoon Greatness for mah Gurl Simone ♥ I've always wanted to write a yearbook/soccer fic, so I decided to go for it :D ...but I couldn't decide between Doowoon or Onho, so I sort-of did both. Hey, it's legit; Key and Dongwoon are friends, and so are Jinki and Doojoon. I'm pretty sure this is the longest fic I've ever written, haha. I just, don't do well with long-oneshots. I hope you enjoy this, though ^^
When Dongwoon is assigned to the soccer spread, he is furious.
His adviser just sits there and hands out the assigned page numbers, completely oblivious to Dongwoon's gaping mouth and furrowed eyebrows. After she finishes, she smiles brightly and tells everyone to get to work, then turns to the computer to do the attendance. She is a nice teacher, he supposes, though stern when deadlines come close; it's to be expected after all.
After clearing his head, he blinks for a second before he stands up and stomps to her desk.
"Why am I assigned to the soccer spread?"
She looks up, unfazed, and tilts her head to the right. "Why not? I'm sure you'll be able to complete it."
"That's not the point. I know nothing about soccer."
"You can learn," she offers.
"I don't want to learn about soccer. Look, can't you give the spread to Jinki or something? His boyfriend's on the soccer team. That'd make much more sense," Dongwoon reasons, nodding to himself because it makes so much sense.
"That's not the point, Dongwoon," she pauses, looking down at the ladder in on her lap, checking over the assigned pages. "I can't change your spreads anyway; Jinki has the tennis spread and you know that Yearbook students aren't allowed to do their own spread."
Dongwoon whines, "No, please! Please?"
"No, but you can help each other. Jinki can introduce you to Minho and you can introduce him to some of your tennis buddies."
"But-"
"-No buts, Dongwoon."
He groans.
After a moment, he approaches Jinki and stands there for a moment. He wonders if he can even convince Jinki to switch spreads, then shakes his head no.
"Hey, Jinki?"
"Hmm," the brunette doesn't look up, humming in question. He rereads the copy one more time before deleting the last sentence. He retypes the sentence, fingers gliding across the keyboard, Nevertheless, students who participated in the National Honor Society had similar interests-leadership, academic honors, and service learning.
"Jinki," Dongwoon pokes his side and jumps when Onew flies into the air, giggling.
"That tickled. 'kay, what do you want?" His eyes are enlarged by his square-cut glasses and he puffs out his already squirrel-like cheeks.
"You have the tennis spread, right?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Well, I have the soccer spread, so, can you introduce me to your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend-Hey, Minho's not my boyfriend," despite this, Jinki blushes pink.
Dongwoon chuckles, "Fine, your best friend who you make cow-eyes at."
"I do not!"
"Are you kidding? Your eyes are huge as fuck when he comes into the room. And you turn pink every time anyone mentions him."
"Nuh-Uh," Onew denies vehemently. "But, I guess I can introduce you to him."
Dongwoon smiles brightly, "Thanks! I can introduce you to Yoseob and Kikwang for the tennis spread too, if you want."
"Ah, thanks!"
"Eh? Dongwoon, Jinki, where are you going?"
Jinki looks back, then turns forward once again and pushes Dongwoon just a little bit, urging him on. He really doesn't want to talk to Key right now; he'll only make fun. But Dongwoon has a different idea.
"Hey, Key," Dongwoon greets, slamming to a stop. Jinki's grip tightens on him and Dongwoon creases an eyebrow, wondering why.
"We're going to the soccer field. Jinki's gonna introduce me to Minho."
If Key were a lightbulb, he'd be brighter than florescent lights right now. "Minho?" Kibum pokes Jinki's side, making him grumble. "Why didn't you tell me? I want to come; Jinki's so cute when he's around him," he gushes.
"No," Jinki shakes his had frantically, "I'm sure you have other things to do. And hey-the bus is gonna leave soon."
Key grins, knowing that he is being driven off. "I know; Jonghyun's gonna drive me home today."
"But-"
"Oh, come on, Jinki," Dongwoon laughs. "Let 'im come."
Jinki holds in a scream and huffs, "Fine."
The three walk to the soccer field-all the way across the school-and Key keeps them entertained by whining about the party next Saturday; his clothes are way too outdated, he claims. (Dongwoon and Jinki stare at him and think that his clothes are the opposite-they're sure that fifty years from now Key's clothes would still be lightyears ahead.)
When they finally reach the field, Jinki stops them and straightens his hair, a blush rising to his cheeks. Key pinches them.
"Jinki hyung!" From across the field, Minho waves at them, smiling brightly.
Jinki drags Key and Dongwoon to the soccer player, smiling. "Hey, Minho-ah. Uh, this is Dongwoon? From the yearbook. He's doing the soccer spread."
"Ah," Minho looks to the tall brunette. "We've met before, I think. Do you want to interview me?"
Dongwoon nods. "Yeah, if you don't mind." He takes out his phone and Minho curiously looks at him, wondering whether he's being ignored. Dongwoon presses at his phone and brightens up when he finds what he's looking for-"Do you mind if I use my phone to record this? It's much easier."
"Go ahead," Minho replies, chuckling quietly to himself as Jinki falls to the ground over absolutely nothing, as usual. He helps him up.
"So do you want to do it now? Or after the game? I can stay after," Dongwoon offers.
"Now's fine; we're still practicing."
"'kay," Dongwoon presses the center button and begins the recording.
DONGWOON: Soccer spread, pages one-seventy-two, one-seventy-three. Choi Minho. So Minho, how do you think you'll do this season?
MINHO: Well, today's our first game so it's hard to say. We've been practicing very hard, though, so you can expect us to do fairly well.
DONGWOON: How often do you practice?
MINHO: Everyday during sixth period and then thirty minutes before each game. But for me, I practice at the park near my house every Tuesday and Wednesday, too.
DONGWOON: Ah, I see. What kind of drills do you do at practice?
MINHO: Well we have to stretch first. Then we practice our formations, like our assist, which is when an two offense players run towards the goal; the one who has the ball plays it to the other just before the defense players of the other team can reach him to score.
DONGWOON: Alright, thanks. I think that's all I need for now. Do you have any last thoughts?
MINHO: Um, not really. Maybe just, hwaiting?
DONGWOON: laughs. We're not a band, you know, but okay.
click.
Dongwoon looks down and brushes off the grass he's somehow managed to get onto his uniform. He looks up to see Minho staring at Jinki, who had left to find seats at the bleachers. Dongwoon laughs a bit. "Uh, Minho hyung?"
Minho blinks, "Hmm?"
"Onew likes you too, you know."
"I know."
Dongwoon frowns, "You do? Then why don't you just...you know?" His face feels a little hot.
"I want to make sure he really likes me. And I just want to tease him a little," Minho smiles wryly.
Dongwoon's eye twitches just a bit so he decides to change the subject. "Do you know any others that I can interview?"
"Hmm," Minho ponders, "Well you could probably interview Doojoon, the soccer captain."
"Okay," Dongwoon nods. "What does he look like? Where is he?"
"He's about my height, has black hair and high cheekbones. Over there," he points to a man practicing with two other players.
"Thanks!"
As Dongwoon walks over to the captain, he gets a clearer view of the man kicking the soccer ball. Though he doesn't know much about soccer, he is impressed-this Doojoon fellow seems fierce and graceful at the same time; he tries to find other adjectives but fails as the space between the two get smaller and his face gets clearer. Minho's descriptors don't do their job well, he realizes as he admires Doojoon's high, pronounced cheekbones and slanted eyes. His lips are thin but shaped into a grin and his teeth-perfect and white.
"Er," Dongwoon stops in front of the three players and shifts his backpack around quietly. "Are you-are you Doojoon?"
The man dressed in a red uniform looks up and smiles; Dongwoon feels a little claustrophobic, though he doesn't know why. "Yup."
"Ah, well," Dongwoon bites his lips and Doojoon's eyes follow down. After he glances at his lips for a little too long, his eyes wander lower and Dongwoon wonders if he's checking him out. He blushes nevertheless, even though Doojoon couldn't possibly be checking him out. "I'm from the Yearbook. Can I interview you?"
"Name?"
"Huh?"
Doojoon smiles slyly, "You know my name, but I don't know yours. Now, how's that fair?"
Dongwoon's eyes narrow a little bit; he doesn't like his attitude right now. "Son Dongwoon."
"Ah," Doojoon's eyes brighten. "The only guy that actually wins for the school's tennis team? That Son Dongwoon?"
Dongwoon shuffles under the gaze and nods, "I guess." Though it's true, he isn't comfortable talking about it; his teamates seemed to dislike him already, save for Yoseob and Kikwang.
"Cool. Yeah, sure you can interview me now."
"Okay," Dongwoon sticks out his tongue a little bit and presses his way to the voice recorder on his phone. Though he doesn't notice, Doojoon's eyes stray and stare at the tip of his tongue, pink against his light mocha-colored skin. "Do you mind if I record this?"
"No problem," Doojoon smiles.
DONGWOON: Soccer spread, pages one-seventy-two, one-seventy-three. Doojoon. Uh, what's your last name?"
DOOJOON: laughs. Yoon Doojoon.
DONGWOON: Okay. So, you're the varsity soccer captain, right? Uh...what do you do as the captain?
DOOJOON: Aside from playing, I have to help my teamates. I'm basically the leader of the team-I have to make sure our team's working well and talk to refs about fouls during the game. I'm definitely not the best player on the team, but I do what I can to help us function properly.
DONGWOON: Okay. Who's your inspiration?
DOOJOON: My inspiration? I guess it'd be my dad. He taught me how to play soccer when I was four and signed me up for my first soccer team. He comes to all my games, 'cept for the ones he can't make, of course.
DONGWOON: Hm, he sounds nice. Er...
DOOJOON: What? Can you think of any other questions?
DONGWOON: Um, not really.
DOOJOON: Do you know anything about soccer?
DONGWOON: Not really...
DOOJOON: laughs. Then why are you doing the soccer page?
DONGWOON: My stupid adviser wouldn't let me trade with Jinki.
DOOJOON: Why not?
DONGWOON: He has the tennis spread. Apparently I can't do the freaking page 'cause I'm on the team and she won't let me.
DOOJOON: Well that's stupid. Are you gonna watch the game? I'm sure you can learn a couple of things from that.
DONGWOON: ...is this even an interview anymore?
DOOJOON: laughs. Don't think so.
click.
"What, so you're inviting me to watch the game or something?"
Doojoon nods good-naturedly, "Yeah, why not?"
"I don't do soccer," Dongwoon huffs.
"So? I don't do tennis, but I'd still watch it-or, actually, watch you since everyone says that you're amazing."
"I'm not," Dongwoon shakes his head, ducking under. He really doesn't like to talk about this.
"So modest," Doojoon laughs. "But you should stay anyway; you might learn a thing or two."
Dongwoon shuffles; though he feels more comfortable talking to the older boy, he still hesitates. "Maybe, only to learn some things."
Doojoon laughs and winks at him. "Sure thing. I'll be sure to impress you."
Dongwoon doesn't say You already have, but it goes through his head anyway. His cheeks flush pink and he doesn't know what to say.
Doojoon nudges him, "Go sit with Onew. I think Kibum's staying too," Doojoon points to the bleachers and Dongwoon looks. The two are staring at him, Key's eyebrows are so arched so high that they reach his hair.
He sighs and turns, acting as if it's a hassle. Doojoon ruffles his hair from the back and Dongwoon fights the red coloring approaching his face; his efforts are useless, the blush comes anyway.
Dongwoon trudges to the bleachers, feeling both light and heavy at the same time. His mind is whirling-did he just flirt with me?-and his head is still tingling from where Doojoon had ruffled his hair. He brings his hands up to rearrange it; he dislikes messy hair.
As he arrives to the third step of the bleachers, Onew and Key swarm him. "You're blushing," Key accuses, and his eyes twinkle. Great.
"No, I'm not!" Dongwoon shakes his head; he'd rather have messy hair than Key gushing at him.
"Yeah, you are," Key continues to prod him. "That's Yoon Doojoon, right? Goddamn, he's hot-"
He grunts when Jinki nudges him, questioning him about Jonghyun. "I can, like, look, right? And anyway, you think so too, right Dongwoon? I know you do. He's totally your type!"
Dongwoon frowns, "I don't have a type, Key."
"Yeah you do," he insists. "You like the guys-and girls, I guess-that are sporty and a little arrogant, but smart. He's, like, all three."
Jinki ponders his statement for a second, then agrees, "Yeah, you do seem to like those kind of guys."
Key nods, "Remember when you tried dating Kikwang? I mean, he's sporty but not arrogant at all, and not so smart. He's a great friend for you, but you guys couldn't work because he wasn’t your type.”
Dongwoon can't exactly argue with the logic, so he ignores his two friends. Jinki puffs out his cheeks and huffs, "Fine, be that way."
"I'll admit it when you confess to Minho," Dongwoon glares, knowing well that it would never happen.
Jinki pouts and finally, they let Dongwoon sit. He twists his head to the left, then to the right and exerts two cracks. ("Gross," Jinki mutters.)
The bleachers are filled five minutes later and the game finally starts. Dongwoon doesn't pay much attention-only to Doojoon, though he would never concede to admitting it. He watches the man walk next to a couple of his teamates, grinning. The team gets into position and he starts to run, chasing after the ball and defending his teamates. Dongwoon wonders if he should've asked for his actual position. In all honestly though, he doesn't care. He just watches as Doojoon runs, eying his calves and thighs. Judging from the muscles, they were strong. Dongwoon hides a blush as he stares, mouth agap. Key snicker and he remembers to close his mouth after a few seconds.
He snaps his gaze from the captain and watches the others, focusing for a moment on Minho as he dribbled the ball. He looks to his right and smiles when Jinki's expression is like his-mouth open in a little o and eyes wide. He goes back to the game and, oh hey, Minho scored a goal.
Before anyone can cheer, Jinki jumps up, pumping his arms. "Yeah!" he shouts, beaming brightly to the field. He suddenly runs down the bleachers (not falling, which was a wonder in itself) and runs onto the field and practically jumps onto unsuspecting Minho, who topples to the ground with an "Oomph."
The members of the audience quirk an eyebrow, but aren't surprised. This had happened last year and the year before that as well. The new members, however, were shocked, jumping up to help Minho. Jinki fights them off, clinging tighter to his younger friend. Minho blushes neon pink.
Dongwoon stares with lips tight as Doojoon pries the two apart, laughing loudly.
If someone were to ask him if he had paid attention to what had actually happened, Dongwoon would've sputtered out a ridiculous answer. He didn't even know if they won or not. He's pretty sure they did, though, judging by the cheering amongst the crowd.
After the game, Dongwoon yawns a little-he still has little idea how soccer actually works-and grabs his backpack, getting off the bleachers with Key and Jinki. Doojoon catches up to them.
"So, how was it?" Doojoon regards only Dongwoon, so Key and Jinki snicker and back off. Dongwoon sends a pleading look towards them, but it is altogether ignored.
"Ah, alright? I don't know. The only interesting part was when Jinki hugged Minho," and your legs Dongwoon thinks, but doesn't dare voice.
He laughs aloud and grins, "Well if you didn't learn anything, then why don't you keep coming to the games? You gotta learn something sooner or later."
Dongwoon nods, surprising Doojoon. He grins a second later though, "Great! Ah," he looks to his teamates, packing up, "I gotta go. I'll see you 'round school? And at the next soccer game, then? It's next Thursday."
With a wave, Doojoon walks towards a man that looks eerily like Doojoon himself. Must be his dad, Dongwoon ponders and continues staring at Doojoon-at his pronounced shoulders, biceps, and even lower. Dongwoon stops himself before he can stare too long at his butt.
"Dongwoon!" He blinks and turns to face the direction of which is name was shouted and sees Jonghyun waving wildly. Key's feline eyes are narrowed further and Dongwoon chuckles at the sight. Jinki merely cowers. Dongwoon runs towards them, smiling.
"You need a ride?" Jonghyun's blonde bangs fall over his eyes and he swipes them away.
"Sure, thanks.
The week passes by slowly as Dongwoon continues to work on his soccer spread. Truth be told, he had learned a lot from just the two interviews he had conducted with Minho and Doojoon. It also helped that Wikipedia was useful too.
Dongwoon thought about Doojoon all week. It was surprising, to him at least, how much of an effect he had had on him. He had, of course, known quite a bit of arrogant men (and women) but Doojoon seemed arrogant in a different way. Perhaps that was even the wrong word-“confident” fit better. After the game, he had asked Key about Doojoon, asking how much he knew. Key just grinned triumphantly and presented his information-in a manila file folder with a school ID picture of Doojoon, his transcripts, everything. Dongwoon wondered if Key had a file on him too. It was unnerving, to say the least.
He studied the file religiously, up to the point that he was staying an extra amount of time in his room. His mother thought he was masterbating. Dongwoon profusely denied it, but when his mother asked him what he was really doing, he couldn't admit that he was crushing over the stupid soccer captain.
Dongwoon and Doojoon had bumped into each other twice before the game; Dongwoon had been heading to his Chemistry class and Doojoon to his Trigonometry class. They had stopped, stared, and let out awkward smiles. Or, that was the case for Dongwoon anyway. Doojoon simply grinned and ruffled his hair, greeting him. Yoseob asked who he was.
"The soccer captain."
"How do you know the soccer captain?"
"Uh, Yearbook? I'm doing the soccer spread," he sighs at the last part.
"Well," Yoseob looks pointedly at Doojoon's back. "At least you get to work with that."
And because of that encounter, his friends soon took notice of the soccer captain; Dongwoon almost hit Yoseob when he had found out that he blabbed. Yoseob just put on his puppy eyes and hoped for the best.
The second time that they had bumped into each other, they literally bumped into each other. Laughing amusedly, Kikwang had spied the soccer player ambling forward, and had "accidentally" pushed his beloved Woonie into the captain. The youngest had fallen onto Doojoon's chest and down they went to the floor. Students gawked at the two, but didn't dare laugh at the soccer captain and the tennis player. As confident as Doojoon was on the soccer field, a light blush flooded his cheeks. It didn't seem to matter though, since he laughs and helps Dongwoon up, despite the fact that he was on the bottom in the first place.
Dongwoon doesn't talk to Kikwang for the rest of the week.
When Thursday finally, finally comes, Dongwoon is pretty excited. He tries not to show it, but his friends knew. They eyed his outfit critically and Hyunseung and Key let out cries of fashion disaster. He doesn't care though. (Okay, he does, but what can he do about it? The game was today, afterschool, and he doesn't have any change of clothes.)
Afterschool, Jinki accompanied him to the field (without Key this time, since he had a date with Jonghyun, though he almost canceled it). Jinki made Dongwoon promise to hold him back if Minho makes another goal this time. Dongwoon had agreed, warily.
"Dongwoon!" The junior lets a grin break over his face and Doojoon runs forward. He stops before he gets any closer, holding himself back. Hold yourself together, Yoon Leader, Doojoon berates himself, You're not together yet. "You came!"
"You invited me, didn't you?" Despite the response, Dongwoon smiles brightly.
Jinki looks around and when he doesn’t spot Minho, he clears his throat, "Where's Minho?"
"Oh," Doojoon looks up. "Right, he told me to tell you. He injured his ankle; he's in the infirmary."
Jinki's searching look turns stricken and he turns, running to the nurse. A security guard stops him with a "No running on the grass!" so Jinki slows to something that could be considered a jog.
Dongwoon frowns, "Is he going to be okay?"
"He's had worse. Though he's the best player on the team, so we're going to have to train doubly hard now."
Dongwoon nods. "So, who are you playing today?"
"South Mountain. They're not very good," Doojoon chuckles.
"You mean they suck?"
"Well yeah, but I can't use that language, y'know? I mean, I'm the captain, afterall. They look up to me," Doojoon smiles confidently-arrogantly?-to Dongwoon and he feels a little constricted.
"You know, you don't have to be this arrogant," Dongwoon mutters.
"But I'm the leader! The captain! I'm allowed to be arrogant. And anyway, says you. I've heard that you're pretty arrogant yourself."
Dongwoon grins, "So, what, you've asked about me, then?"
"Absolutely," Doojoon smirks, "I want to know everything about the school's beloved tennis player, Son Dongwoon. People say that you're pretty arrogant about your looks-Son Nam Shin."
At this, Dongwoon blushes. He never knew that the nickname would get out; it had only been a joke between he and his friends. He retorts, "At least I have something to be arrogant about."
"Hey! You sayin' that I'm not handsome?"
No. "Yup."
"Oh yeah?" Doojoon smirks wildly, "How 'bout this? We go around and ask people who's more handsome, you or me?"
Dongwoon's head slumps forward, laughing, "Are you serious?"
"Of course! What, you aren't arrogant enough to handle this? Will this crush your spirits when you lose?"
"Hell. No. Let's go."
In the end, Doojoon wins by one-17 to 16. Dongwoon relents and lets him have bragging rights for the rest of the week, though he knows that Doojoon will definitely shove it in his face forever. He doesn't mind, that is until Doojoon calls himself Yoon Nam Shin.
By the time they are finished, Doojoon barely has any time to complete his stretches. His teamates are half glaring and half staring at him, urging him to hurry up with the stupid stretches.
Dongwoon sits on the bench alone (that is, with a stranger by his side) until a man sits next to him. Dongwoon looks up and finds Doojoon-no, an older version of Doojoon smiling at him.
"Are you Son Dongwoon?"
Dongwoon blinks and nods, "Yes...sir."
"No need to call me sir, though it's certainly nice," the man laughs. "I am Doojoon's father, Yoon Hyunjoon."
"O-Oh, right. He said that you come to all his games."
Hyunwoon smiles, "I try." He tilts his head, looking the young boy over. "So you are the famous Son Dongwoon."
"Famous?"
"To my son, certainly. He's been talking about you non-stop. Over dinner it's Dongwoon-this, Dongwoon-that. You were very impressionable on him."
"I was? Really?"
Doojoon's father chuckles, "And obviously he charmed you, too."
"Er," Dongwoon looks down to his fingers, "Yeah, I suppose."
A whistle blows and the two sit up, blinking. The game starts and Dongwoon turns to Hyunjoon.
His profile, Dongwoon notices, is similar to Doojoon's. His nose is straight and pointed, and his chin is strong. Hyunjoon's eyes turn to him without turning his whole head as if he's slyly looking at him-exactly like Doojoon's sly expression. The only difference was his eyes-brown and calm. Dongwoon turned back to the game.
He proceeds to stare at the captain's legs, enraptured by the strong calves and nice body. Oddly, Doojoon doesn't notice him, and Dongwoon pouts. Nevertheless, the staring continues.
Doojoon's father observes Dongwoon; Dongwoon shifts.
"So, how interested are you in my son?"
Dongwoon blinks, "What?"
"How interested are you in my son?"
"I…He's. Nice?"
"I know that. How interested are you in my son romantically?"
"Um." Dongwoon fidgets, uncomfortable. "Are you asking me if I want to go out with Doojoon?"
"Yes."
"Sure…?"
Hyunjoon laughs. "This is unusual, I know. This is very interesting," he scratches his chin in thought. "You seem very nice, and your appearances are acceptable-"
"Just acceptable?"
"A little arrogant too," he chuckles, "That's good."
Dongwoon frowns and it is just short of a full-blown pout.
"Please treat him well.” Though Hyunjoon doesn’t mean for Dongwoon to hear that, he does.
I will.
"Hey," he nudges the boy snoozing on the desk. "Wake up."
"Nnngh?"
"Junhyung," Doojoon kicks his hair, jostling him from his sleep.
"What?" His irritation level is spiked up and he glares at his friend.
"When's the next tennis game?"
Junhyung scoffs, "Why do you want to know? You've never been interested in tennis before. It's always blah blah blah soccer blah blah soccer soccer blah blah so-"
"God, shut up! Just tell me when the next freakin' game is," Doojoon glares at his best friend, ruffling his hair.
Junhyung's eyes narrow further, "Is this about Dongwoon again?"
Doojoon glares and that is a sure sign that he's right. Junhyung snickers, "You are so whipped."
Doojoon smacks him, "Just tell me."
"Ow. Tuesday, after school."
Doojoon spies Dongwoon on the tennis courts and walks a little faster, though his backpack is weighing him down. As he reaches the bleachers, he sets himself down gracefully, but not before clearing off the dust that had been collected on the bench. He looks up and then moves to the right a couple feet down because he doesn't have a clear view of the boy.
Now he has a great view.
A smile rests on his face as he stares at the younger boy, eyes sliding down his body. Tennis uniforms, he notices, are pretty hot. Doojoon has a clear view of his legs, which are long and elevate his body, and his arms and biceps, which are reasonably muscled. Dongwoon's brown hair is matted to his forehead and his hands are big. A crude thought crosses his mind about the size of his hands, but he brushes it away and focuses.
He watches Dongwoon warms up, stretching. Dongwoon dips down and touches the tip of his toes easily, and Doojoon is beyond gone. His ass is just in the air, wiggling, and Doojoon can do nothing about the images that flood into his head. He flushes madly and curses himself, thinking of his grandma.
Dongwoon finally lifts himself back up and reaches his arms up high, then stretching his legs by pulling them back and hopping up and down. Doojoon is close enough to hear Dongwoon laughing, and his head snaps up, wondering why.
The boy with the brilliant smile that had pushed Dongwoon into him earlier that week was poking him on his sides; Dongwoon stumbles with his leg still high, and nearly topples over, then is saved by the bright boy. From what Doojoon's figured out, this bright-eyed, smiley boy is named Kikwang, one of Dongwoon's best friends. His lips purse as he relays the information-this was Kikwang, the guy that Dongwoon had tried to date. Doojoon licks his lips-they've gone dry in the process of his thoughts-and proceeds to glare, knowing well that the two will not notice.
Doojoon watches Dongwoon (and Kikwang and Yoseob and the rest of the team-but they don't matter so much right now) and when the match finally starts, Doojoon has to shoot up because he's nearly asleep. Maybe this was why he sticks to soccer.
As the matches finally start, Doojoon is anything but impressed. He watches the matches-they sucked, simple as that. Nearly half the team failed to return the first hit and one was even hit smack in the face. Doojoon cringes; he looks to his left and finds...five people-and they're all paying attention to Dongwoon. Doojoon frowns a bit, though he gets it. Compared to the team, Dongwoon was a God.
Son Nam Shin was fitting, really.
Aside from his looks, he was the lone star of the tennis team-Doojoon had known that before he had even met the maknae. Though, he hadn't realized that this Son Dongwoon would be so shy-from the rumors, he had expected Dongwoon to be forceful and arrogant. Doojoon laughs, conceding that Dongwoon was indeed arrogant, yet was sweet and thoughtful at the same time. He had never met anyone like Dongwoon before.
Dongwoon's match finally came, and Doojoon sits up, excited. He wanted to see Dongwoon in action. And he is not disappointed. As the server, Dongwoon hit a powerfully, swinging his racket with a graceful force right into the opposite area; the opponent's fierce stance had then deteriorated, and attempted to jump. Needless to say, he didn't make it. Dongwoon does a strange thing, then; he sort of twists and twirls. Doojoon lets out a laugh, grinning.
When the match finally ends (it doesn't take very long; the opponent is scared to death now that Dongwoon had shot back the tennis ball powerful enough to rip through the fence) Dongwoon grins at the rest of the team (glowering in their respectable corners, growing mushrooms) and splashes water all over himself. Doojoon walks over.
"That was great," Doojoon grins.
Dongwoon turns around, surprised. "You were watching?"
"Hell yeah," Doojoon holds up a hand, "You beat the crap outta that guy."
Dongwoon blinks, then grins and reaches his hand up to return his high-five. Doojoon grins back, happy that he's not left hanging.
"So I was wondering-"
"Woonie! Doojoon!"
Hyunseung, the resident pretty-boy of the school walks over, his eyebrows wiggling high.
"Whatcha doin'?"
Hyunseung returns Doojoon's glare with a smirk, amused.
"Just talking," Dongwoon smiles, though a little disappointed with the lack of spending time with Doojoon. "You?"
"Just walking around the school, I guess. Mom's not picking me up 'til four, so. Hang out with me? I'm lonely," he pouts.
Dongwoon smiles, "Sure. Doojoon?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure."
They start to walk after Dongwoon gathers up his things, slinging his bag over his back. Hyunseung smiles over Dongwoon's shoulder, teeth and all, and Doojoon almost publicly glowers; he holds it in though and just flips him off.
"I saw you playing earlier," Hyunseung drawls, "You were pretty good."
"Oh?" Dongwoon scratches the back of his neck, and smiles.
"Yeah-"
"Hey, you weren't just good; you were amazing. I swear, the guy was sweating bullets by the end of your match," Doojoon smiles, "I mean even I would probably lose. And you know how I am; I'm good at everything." Doojoon knows he's going a bit far but grins anyways; Dongwoon seems to know that it's a joke, judging by the punch to his shoulder.
"So arrogant," Dongwoon scoffs.
"Says Son Nam Shin to his beloved Yoon Nam Shin."
Meanwhile, Hyunseung just stands there, eye kind of twitching. He lets out a smile though, because this was all he could ever hope for; when Hyunseung had first layed eyes on Son Dongwoon, he had just wanted to eat him up-in a motherly way, he supposes. He had really wanted to set someone up with Dongwoon, but wasn't sure who. Now that Doojoon had come into the picture, this was perfect because he wasn't so bad himself. Except for the arrogance, though he could deal with that. It seemed that Dongwoon could as well.
The two banter on for a while, and Hyunseung can only watch as their eyes slide over each other. It's adorable, Hyunseung notes, the way that Dongwoon had wedged himself between Hyunseung and Doojoon, shoulders bumping in to each other's playfully.
"So you're saying that-"
"You guys are cute. You should go out."
Dongwoon just gaps and Doojoon pushes Hyunseung into the mud. Even so, they both blush; Dongwoon a deep red that stays in his cheeks and Doojoon a flush that follows him down to his neck.
Doojoon's made up his mind. He is going to ask Dongwoon out-that other time didn't count. He hadn't even gotten the words out, only managing to say "So I was wondering" before being interrupted by that damn Hyunseung. He didn't even think that Dongwoon had noticed; maybe he said it too quietly. But, he argues, saying it louder would only make him stutter, and he hates stuttering. It was evil-Doojoon had watched a girl stutter out her confession and had gotten laughed at, rejected. Doojoon didn't want to be the victim of that. So no stuttering.
He practices in front of the mirror.
"Dongwoon, will you go out with me?" Too quiet.
"D-Dongwoon! Y-You should...go out with me!" I. Fucking. Stuttered.
"Son Dongwoon, go out with me!" Too forceful.
"Woonie~ Will you have dinner with me? Like a date~?" Just. No.
Out of frustration, Doojoon slams his hands down. Except, he really shouldn't have done that because the rose in his hand is just a bit crushed-not horribly, deeply crushed, but the petals are now frayed and dry. Doojoon freezes and cringes, grimacing at the rose. Shit.
It's not a perfect rose anymore so Doojoon runs to the flower shop to buy a new one.
After hours and hours of practicing, Doojoon still doesn't get it right. (Doojoon's mother had barged in at 2am that morning, demanding what he was doing, still up at this ungodly hour.) Therefore he has a new plan-a great plan because it involves his now perfect rose (he had to buy three more; two of the roses were not good enough), Dongwoon's locker, and him not having to stutter out a question.
Doojoon had woken up earlier than usual that morning (that is, an hour and thirty minutes before his usual 5:30 alarm) and had spent an even longer two hours and fifteen minutes on the note-which he deemed perfect, now.
Son Nam Shin,
Will you go out with me?
♥ Yoon Nam Shin.
The words were positioned perfectly and his handwriting half as messy as usual and he had even added a heart.
I am so romantic.
And then, feeling as if his heart is nearly full to the brim with nervousness, Doojoon slips the note and rose into Dongwoon's locker (S361, Junhyung was pretty sure it was) when he leaves for school; he hopes that no one Dongwoon knows had noticed-that would've been embarassing.
"Dongwoon?"
"Huh?" Dongwoon rummages through his locker, trying to find his agenda-his history class was having a planner check that day and he hated loosing pointless points.
Yoseob leans against the next locker and puts on a slightly grim face. "So, I saw Doojoon today."
"Oh?" Dongwoon's interest perks up a little bit, though he tries to hide it.
"Yeah. He had a rose, and I saw him put it into a locker."
Dongwoon blinks, Obviously it's not my locker. He is a little disappointed, to be honest.
"Yeah, so," Yoseob nods, "He put it into this locker." The younger looking male gestures to the locker that he was leaning on. "He looked really happy and shy. And all sneaky-like. I thought he was going to put it in your locker, though."
"W-Why would you think that?"
"Oh, come on. Just admit that you like him already. We all know."
Dongwoon bites his lips before responding, "Even if I do admit it, why would it matter? He doesn't like me."
"God," Yoseob scoffs, "Are you that insecure? Of course he likes you; he's been asking about you for weeks. Junhyung even asked me what your locker number was yesterday. I didn't tell him, but point was that Junhyung's practically his freakin' messenger or something."
"So?" Dongwoon mumbles, "That doesn't mean anything."
"That means everything. Now admit it. I'm getting tired of this."
Dongwoon shoots him a helpless look, "Aish, fine. I like him, okay? But you saw him give the rose to someone else, so that means he doesn't like me."
"Maybe he got your locker number wrong, or something."
"Right, Doojoon's so stupid that he'd get my locker number wrong."
Doojoon doesn’t get a response for three days. Annoyed, he bugs Junhyung nonstop, pressuring him to ask about Dongwoon-the fact that Junhyung was close with Yoseob didn’t help any either.
Junhyung caves in two days after that.
“Yoseob,” he calls out to the boy during Chemistry class.
“Yeah? What, you need more information on Dongwoon or something?”
“Kinda. Did Dongwoon ever get Doojoon’s note?”
Confused, Yoseob asks, “Note?”
“Yeah, with the rose?”
“Oh. Okay. That makes much more sense.”
“What does?”
“I saw Doojoon put the rose in the locker. But,” Yoseob chuckles, “He got the wrong locker. Woon’s locker is S362, not S361.”
Junhyung practically face-palms. “Dumbass.”
After Junhyung relays the message later that afternoon, Doojoon is beyond embarassed-embarassed to the point that he hides in the gym during soccer practice. The coach tries to convince him to be the soccer captain he was so proud to be, but Doojoon just covers his face with his hands. Thoughts fly through his head-Stupid Junhyung. Yoseob saw me. S362-S362-S362. Fuck my life. Shitshitshitshitshit. Crap.
Before his coach can notice, he slips out of the gym and runs to the A hallway. Must get that freaking rose. His stomach is churning as he runs, and Doojoon really hopes that Yoseob hadn't told Dongwoon.
Yoseob disappoints him.
As Doojoon reaches the hallway next to the social studies department, he stops abruptly. Dongwoon smiles and stands up as Doojoon arrives, eyes twinkling in amusement. Doojoon just stops and freezes-
And then he turns around and starts running.
Dongwoon's eyes widen because he hadn't expected that, and he runs after him; Doojoon is swift, dodging past students that had stayed afterschool and between teachers conversing with each other. He sighs when he eyes the door and runs faster, not looking back to see if Dongwoon is following. He is almost to the door when-
"Ow," Doojoon is suddenly on the floor, face down; a weight is on top of him but he can't really think right now because his face is being squished.
Doojoon hears a mumbled, "Crap," and the weight comes off. A hand reaches down to grab him by his elbow and lifts him up. He cringes a little, a hand coming up to his face. He thanks God that his nose isn't broken, though he's sure that his nose and cheeks are pretty flat right now. He squeezes it for good measure.
"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to-you were just, I don't know, running, and I was trying to catch up to you, but then there was the doors and I had to run faster-and somehow, uh, I jumped on you. I really didn't mean to, I swear!"
"Uh," Doojoon really has no idea what's happenning right now; he needs time to process things. After a minute, he blinks and looks up to find Dongwoon staring down at him, panic replacing the earlier emotion of amusement.
"Are you okay?"
"I-yeah," Doojoon shifts on his feet and then he realizes that he's supposed to be running and that he just fell on his face right in front of Dongwoon (even though it had been his fault in the first place). Dongwoon sets a hand on his shoulder before his feet start to run, though, sealing his fate. Doojoon grimaces.
"Is what Yoseob said true?"
Doojoon stalls, "What did he say?"
Dongwoon lets out a sweet smile, "That the rose was for me? That you got my locker number wrong? That you wanted to ask me out on a date? That you like me?"
Doojoon is quiet, and it starts to irritate Dongwoon. He nudges him with his foot.
"Yeah. All of it. I just-I didn't know if you liked me too?"
Dongwoon snorts a little bit, "Are you kidding? I've liked you since I met you. I really didn't have to go to all the soccer games-I already finished the yearbook spread. And I still haven't learned a thing about soccer," then Dongwoon pauses. "So the infamous Yoon Nam Shin is insecure?"
Doojoon blushes, and Dongwoon takes a minute to admire the flush of pink travel across his face. "So, you like me?"
"Yes. I like you. A lot."
"That's good."
Dongwoon punches his shoulder, hard. "Ow." Then he laughs, "I like you too. Obviously."
"Then you should ask me out."
"Okay. Will you go out with me?"
"Yes."
"'kay."
"And you should kiss me."
"Okay."
Doojoon smiles and he can't believe that this is so easy. There's no rose involved, or even his note, and hey, Doojoon didn't even stutter. He is so lost in his thoughts that he forgets that he had just consented their kiss.
"Hyung." When Doojoon finally gets back to reality, Dongwoon is less than two inches away, his head lowered to meet his own. Their lips are close and they can feel each other's breath. Doojoon finally closes the space and they're kissing, Doojoon's chapped lips on Dongwoon's softer ones. He feels Dongwoon smile into the kiss and he can't help but do the same, wrapping his fingers around Dongwoon's neck, holding him down. It is a chaste kiss, so after a second they disconnect and smile. Then, Dongwoon closes the space again.
Their kiss until the janitor tells them to get out.
They are at another game-Dongwoon and Jinki-and really...Dongwoon still doesn't know anything about soccer.
It doesn't matter though, because he's here for Doojoon. Jinki tries explaining to him the basics, but it turns out that he doesn't know soccer either.
So really, they talk amongst themselves and eye Hyunjoon warily. The man just sends them a grin. Dongwoon flushes.
The game starts but they don't really register it until Doojoon shouts at him from the field. Dongwoon turns to look and thinks that Doojoon really shouldn't be shouting right now because they're in a game.
Nothing really happens until about halfway through the game (or so Dongwoon thinks-the team thinks otherwise; they've scored four times so far) when Minho scores-
Jinki is up in a second, and Dongwoon wonders if he has Minho-senses or something. But unlike the last time, Dongwoon knows what to do-he follows after him, down the stairs of the bleachers to the ground. He wonders how Jinki can even do this-the kid looks so thin and unathletic-when he finally hits the grass.
Somehow, Jinki gets to Minho faster than he does-he's huffing by the time he's halfway to the team. Dongwoon stops, exhausted, and just watches because he really doesn't care that Onew's embarassing himself anymore.
He watches as Jinki does as he had in the past-jumps onto Minho, and pushes him to the ground.
Something goes wrong-no, differently-this time; Minho plainly laughs, as if expecting the glomp and turns around signalling for Doojoon to sign a timeout. Dongwoon watches as Minho wrap his arms around Jinki and pull him close, lips connecting. Dongwoon can hear the crowd-half gasping and half cheering and Dongwoon can't really blame them because finally!
"Finally," Doojoon mumbles and Dongwoon jumps a bit because he hadn't realized that he was next to him.
He blinks down at him, then smiles. "Yeah. Finally."
Doojoon's not sure if they're talking about Onew and Minho anymore.
But it's finally nonetheless.