wips that are never going to be completed, tbh
not beta-ed
el clásico
2200w > sexing(?)
★
“That one’s cute!” Sehun jabs an elbow into Jongin’s ribs and whispers harshly into his ear.
“Which one?” Jongin stops messing with his shoelaces and looks up to survey the line of guys standing in front of the goal post.
“The one with his hands in front of his-,” Sehun breaks off mid-sentence and flaps his hands over the region of his crotch like his cock is on fire.
“It’s a penalty kick, Sehun, they all have their hands over their dicks,” Jongin says dryly, attention already drifting back to his laces.
But Sehun just whoops loudly when the ball bounces off the head of the cute dude and sails off the boundaries of the football field.
“It’s not ok to cheer for the team you’re up against!” Jongin hisses to Sehun, when one of their seonbae side eyes Sehun. They are in a risky position, just sixteen and Jongin probably won’t even get to board the plane to South Africa where the 2010 World Cup finals are held. But Sehun would get to go. He’s different. It’s investment for the 2014 World Cup, their coach says. Sehun is starting pro for K-League next year and would probably jet off to the highest bidder when the time comes. It’s a bit too early to kick start transfer rumors but on his own field, Sehun’s agent plays a more brilliant game than him. Sehun would have three years of experience under his belt when he officially starts playing for his country. He’d probably be staying on the bench for most of the matches this round, or going on for just the last few minutes of games when victory has already been secured. But they say even the grass is greener on foreign soil and Sehun is excited.
“Relax, we’re already in the finals. You reckon China would be able to make it, too?” Sehun fixes his eyes on that dude, watching him high-five his team mate. Sehun’s lips curl slowly in wonder, unconsciously imitating that bright grin. Jongin and him are sitting on the bench at the side of the field; it’s the 2010 World Cup qualifying tournament, South Korea against China. But unlike China, South Korea is playing to lose. Better China than Japan who’s also vying for a place in South Africa lineup.
The Chinese guy turns then and, “Zhang Yixing,” Sehun mouths, reading the name off the back of a red jersey; the taste of his name made richer by the heady scent of crushed grass.
★
Despite South Korea’s help, China doesn't make it to South Africa. His name never appears in the newspapers to remind Sehun of that little episode. He’s probably playing in the Chinese Super League; a popular national player, an unknown international player. There are so many of these same broken dreams, Sehun knows plenty.
Sehun doesn’t ever think he could remember a name for four years but whenever he’s on the field and the smell of the grass hangs heavy in the air, he could almost make out that bright red jersey, the back of which is burdened with the words ‘Zhang Yixing’.
★
Sehun pretends not to notice Neymar when they pass each other in the tunnel of Arena Pantanal. He’s being childish, really, but then again, neither did Neymar acknowledge Sehun.
The rivalry between their football clubs is long seeped into Spanish football history; they call it El Clásico. But now the media is using the same term for the Brazil versus South Korea match in the 2014 World Cup, despite the obvious disparity in status between the two countries in the world of football. Anything to sell a story.
Sehun and Neymar are both the brightest and youngest in their clubs, Real Madrid and Barcelona respectively. They didn’t like each other at first sight, but honestly, Sehun would be hard pressed to name any favorite FC Barcelona player; he got influenced by the long-standing rivalry between the two clubs very quickly. Neymar was just another player on the opposite team. But then one day, Marca - the country’s biggest sports paper - ran an article comparing Sehun and Neymar, complete with the number of matches won, number of goals scored, number of lovers, and oh, that wasn’t ever going to end well, was it?
(Sehun lost.)
Sehun ends up with a nemesis he hasn’t even talked to before. Unless you count the exchange of curses on the field, not that Sehun knows enough Portuguese to know what the hell Neymar was hollering when he went down face-first on the grass, and he doubts Neymar understood shibal when Sehun was screaming it in his face.
They are both strikers, both handsome, both outrageously talented and rich for their age, both flashy on and off the field, with hair colors and hairstyles changing faster than their football clubs’ ranking on La Liga, and the media is having a field day with their personal lives. Now, in the 2014 World Cup, they are both touted as the faces of their countries’ WC campaign and their rivalry has reached a feverish peak.
Outside the stadium, a billboard exhibits Neymar who looks dashing in a pair of trendy sunglasses. He also endorses automotive lubricants, cologne and Sehun… well, Sehun is a football player who incites much excitement in both his home country and FC for his immense potential, but off the field, he’s something of a Kpop star.
Screams burst out when the football players emerge from the tunnel in their countries’ colors. Then curiously, the shouts dull into a low roar before they escalate, high and piercing until the kid who’s escorting Sehun onto the field pulls free of Sehun’s grip to slap her little hands over her ears with a grimace.
“Got the response you’re looking for?” Jongin leans over from beside him and lifts a knowing brow.
“It won’t be cool if I acknowledge the screams,” Sehun quips looking straight ahead into the camera in front of him, dragging a hand slowly and deliberately through his hair, making sure the camera catches that. But there’s a small smile creeping up along the corner of his lips and it gets broadcasted onto the large screen, whipping the audience into a frenzy again.
He ignores Jongin when he says, “Actor.”
Someone starts beating a drum and the boisterous chanting of ‘Daehan Minguk!’ could be heard. Sehun closes his eyes and absorbs the screams, lets them seep into his skin and transform into goosebumps that erupt over him. Adrenalin fires up every single nerve and Sehun has to squeeze his eyes shut against his heightened senses. His heart loses its steady pulse and starts slamming its beat in his ears instead. A shiver sears up his spine and numbs his scalp. This is never going to get old. He should feel uncomfortable with his physical response to the crowd and tension.
Instead, Sehun grins.
He’s not an actor, he’s a football player.
Sehun loves his game.
Then he turns around to face the referee and his smug grin freezes at the sight of Zhang Yixing.
★
Sehun doesn’t get distracted, although admittedly, he has a hard time keeping his focus in check, while Neymar flirts with the tricky offside rule like the hotshot football player he is. Sehun’s supporters are frustrated with his performance and the yells of ‘Daehan Minguk!’ are getting increasingly weak and sporadic. Sehun ignores the live commentary, refusing to let it affect him further. He doesn’t need reminders of his poor performance. When the referee makes what the South Koreans think is a bad call, Sehun crowds around but doesn’t protest like his mates He stares at Zhang Yixing who stands his ground and defends his decision to the players yelling at him, tapping the pocket of his jersey threateningly when one stands too close. No one wants a yellow card when it isn’t even half-time yet.
His team mates drift away to take up their spots for the rewarded free kick, but Sehun stands rooted on the spot, staring at Yixing. Catching his eye, Yixing quirks the corners of his lips. “El Clásico?” are Yixing’s first words to Yixing. He says them in a light tone, spreading his hands out to indicate the stadium, this game, Sehun, the joke he is now. Then he runs a hand through his hair and flicks a glance at Sehun’s hair. His smile curves like a rainbow.
Sehun didn’t know Yixing had dimples, didn’t get to stand too close four years ago when he first laid eyes on him. He also has a voice to match that face now. Sweat drips onto Yixing’s face, making his bangs plastered onto his forehead. Yixing shouldn’t be that attractive to Sehun, not like this. Sehun hangs around supermodels but-
But fuck, Sehun is playing worse than, Jesus Christ, freaking Wayne Rooney but right now, all he can think of is picking off that piece of stupid grass sticking onto the side of Yixing’s face.
He wants to explain, wants to tell Yixing it’s just the media, they hype up this game too much. It’s not Real Madrid against Barcelona; Bale would never make it to the World Cup with Wales, he’s most likely still in Madrid with his daughter.
But there’s a wicked twinkle in Yixing’s eyes when Sehun looks straight into them. It’s full of snide challenge. Sehun’s reputation clearly precedes him. Unlike Yixing, Sehun can be found in the papers, and sadly, most people still believe papers only report the truth. One reporter has described Sehun as a ‘cocky teenager’ when he first arrived in Madrid.
Well, that’s not entirely false.
So Sehun grins instead. “I’d show you El Clásico,” he smiles and Yixing just shrugs and turns around, whistling to indicate Brazil can take their free kick, not even giving Sehun enough time to run to his spot. Neymar nearly scores and Sehun bursts out laughing, the sound ringing loud over the exuberant cheers of the Brazilian crowd while he’s sprinting all the way over to Brazil’s goal post.
This game just got better.
★
Sehun dodges a Brazilian defender, taps the ball with his left foot, rolling it back protectively, feigning a move to the right but ends up favoring his left after all and sends another defender skidding after nothing. The ecstatic screaming moves up a notch as Sehun advances near the Brazilian goal post, shaking off two defenders, but he can’t hear them at all. All he registers is the ‘thump thump thump’ of his heart, the ball beneath his fire-red football sneakers, instinct that makes his body react before his mind could and the pure simple belief: I can’t possibly lose this game.
Oh, South Korea could lose but Sehun, yeah, he’d put this ball safely behind that white line.
Nothing spurs Sehun more than coming back from behind to overtake the leader, just when everyone thought the game’s over. He loves it when people get upset. It is fun. It is exhilarating. No one likes to lose, not Sehun, he didn’t travel thousands of miles just to lose a game. He’d show them all.
When he scores, Sehun dashes over to the side and faces the crowd - mostly made up of Brazilians - then he stands proud with his feet apart, crosses his arms over his chest and grins smugly. Recognizing the gesture as one that Neymar used to employ when he celebrated his goals, the crowd goes insane at the provocation. And the cameras send that image live to millions over the world. Satisfied, Sehun whips around and catches the referee’s eye.
Yixing looks bored. He looks so bored, it must be deliberate. Maybe Yixing’s just as good at provocation.
Undaunted, Sehun chuckles and spins around, showing Yixing his back again. Then his head turns back to look at Yixing again, with his eyes locked onto Yixing’s, Sehun lifts a hand to pat his back, hand swiping over the arch of his name, stark white alphabets that seem to bleed out from the red of his jersey - Oh Sehun.
Yixing doesn't know yet but that's alright. Sehun will make Yixing remember his name, make it seep into his brain, worm its way into his heart. From now on, whenever Yixing steps onto the field, whenever the shrill of his whistle pierces the air, Sehun wants Yixing to recall his name.
Just like what Zhang Yixing did to Oh Sehun.
Sehun would win this game between them, too.
Jongin ruins the moment by pouncing on Sehun, dragging him down to ground. Laughing, Sehun allows him to do that, but his laugh turns to a grunt and then ‘oofs!’ when his teammates begin piling on top of him one after another. But even his protests cease when he hears the football commentator holler, “And The Parrot puts one behind the line for South Korea!”
“The Parrot?” Sehun gurgles, kicking one unfortunate teammate in his shin to get him off his legs.
“Yeah, didn’t you hear? You have a new moniker!” Jongin shouts into Sehun’s ear, still not over the euphoria of leading Brazil, no matter how brief this might last.
“The hell. I don’t recall Beckham getting this kind of treatment in 2002!” Sehun roars to be heard over the noisy audience, he’s still lying on the grass with Jongin sprawled over him.
“Maybe it’s because his Mohawk ain’t rainbow colored,” Jongin mutters whimsically, running a hand fondly over Sehun’s spiky multicolored hair.
★
from wiki> el clásico (the classic) > the name given in football to any match between real madrid club de fútbol (real madrid) and futbol club barcelona (barcelona)
not a very technical fic, but apologies in advance if there's any errors
★
untitled
1300w > idk, i didn't even get to write the pairing and this faded into a dead wip
★
Sehun finds Chanyeol circling around his desk like a shark when he steps into the office this morning. He sighs.
“Don’t speak, I haven’t had my coffee yet,” Sehun says sternly when Chanyeol bounces over, “It’s too early for bloodshed.”
“Check your email,” Chanyeol advises, sounding very wise; which is extremely disconcerting now that Sehun thinks about it. In fact, when he looks around now, even Jongin has arrived in the office and it’s just 9am.
“Go back to your seat, Taemin,” Sehun pokes Jongin’s side relentlessly with the edge of his briefcase.
“Check your email,” Jongin advises sleepily and wiggles away from Sehun.
Sehun opens his mouth to say something but Jongdae interrupts him, “Check your email,” he says with the tone of a weary war veteran. Office life tends to do that to people.
Almost the entire HR department has arrived at work except Sehun. This is so rare and alarming that Sehun immediately switches on his laptop and checks his email. He clicks open the latest email and starts reading the email history right from the top:
From: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:43 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr
Subject: Fw: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dearest Kris,
No!
Have a nice day!!
Chanyeol
From: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:42 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr;;
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dearest Kris,
No!
Have a nice day!!
Chanyeol
From: jonginkim@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:29 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Hi Kris
Apologies, I’m not free. There’s a workshop on Power Naps that I’m in charge of, if you recall.
Best Rgds
Jongin Kim
From: jongdaekim@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:20 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dear Kris,
I nominate Baekhyun.
Cheers,
Kim Jongdae
From: kriswu@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 01:52 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr;
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
This morning, I mean.
From: kriswu@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 01:45 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr;
Subject: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
HR Dept,
As you are all aware, we have a visitor from the Zone tomorrow. The objective of his visit is to align us with HQ on the use of personality tests in pre-employment screening and train us on how to effectively employ the results in our daily interaction with our colleagues. In turn, we would need to conduct a workshop to all departments at the end of his visit.
I need a volunteer to be attached to the visitor during his time here and to conduct the training for the entire company. Please reply with your availability by tomorrow morning.
Kris Wu Yifan
HR Director
1.45am, that son of a-
“You’re talking out loud, did you realize,” Jongdae says helpfully to Sehun.
“-nice woman.” Sehun finishes his sentence rather smoothly in Jongin’s opinion.
“It’s down to you and Baekhyun now,” Chanyeol reminds him and Sehun is scrambling to reply the email with a flat no when his laptop chimes, signaling a new email.
From: baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 9:06 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr; chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Thanks for the nomination, Jongdae. By the way, the ‘Save the Beach’ campaign you proposed has been approved. The residents of Busan would greatly appreciate your effort in clearing up the rubbish in their waters. This project has generated a significant amount of goodwill for the company; as such, we would be extending it to Incheon as well! Please liaise with Purchasing on the number of trash bags you would require and kindly note that although you would be picking up rubbish over the weekend, you won’t be credited with additional days of leave since this is done entirely out of the kindness of your heart and the satisfaction you reap would surely be a better gift than anything else.
But Kris, I have an important presentation to complete today, i.e. your monthly report to the country manager and would have to politely decline this opportunity. Surely you understand. I’m certain Sehun is capable of doing a better job than me since he is in charge of personality tests in our department anyway.
Very sincerely yours
Byun Baekhyun
“Thank God I checked my email on the way in,” Baekhyun mumbles weakly, walking into the office with his handphone clutched in his hand.
As if on cue, the door to Kris’ office opens. “Can I have a word with you, Sehun?” Kris asks, looking formidable in a black suit and skinny leather tie, his blond hair slicked back to reveal sharp brows.
Sehun is reduced to twiddling his thumbs, looking very thoughtful. “Well, I do indeed have an important meeting right now-”
“I didn’t realize I was asking a question,” Kris cuts in, “Was I asking a question?” he turns to look at Chanyeol.
Sehun glares at Chanyeol because Kris was so asking a question, come on. If Chanyeol had even an ounce of a conscien-
“No,” Chanyeol quips easily because conscience? What’s that. Hot people take precedence over dongsaengs. Isn’t this common knowledge? He shakes his head, eyes wide so he looks especially docile to his gorgeous boss. Traitor hyung.
Sehun consoles himself with the fact that tall people just have lesser nutrients left for the brain considering the larger amount their bodies would require and drags his feet over to Kris’s office.
When the door to Kris’ office clicks shut, Jongdae turns to Baekhyun. “Since when did I enquire about a ‘Save the Beach’ campaign?” he asks, a frown pinching his forehead.
“To be precise, it was at 8.20am today,” Baekhyun replies.
He really does look very sincerely yours.
★
el clásico
2200w > sexing(?)
★
“That one’s cute!” Sehun jabs an elbow into Jongin’s ribs and whispers harshly into his ear.
“Which one?” Jongin stops messing with his shoelaces and looks up to survey the line of guys standing in front of the goal post.
“The one with his hands in front of his-,” Sehun breaks off mid-sentence and flaps his hands over the region of his crotch like his cock is on fire.
“It’s a penalty kick, Sehun, they all have their hands over their dicks,” Jongin says dryly, attention already drifting back to his laces.
But Sehun just whoops loudly when the ball bounces off the head of the cute dude and sails off the boundaries of the football field.
“It’s not ok to cheer for the team you’re up against!” Jongin hisses to Sehun, when one of their seonbae side eyes Sehun. They are in a risky position, just sixteen and Jongin probably won’t even get to board the plane to South Africa where the 2010 World Cup finals are held. But Sehun would get to go. He’s different. It’s investment for the 2014 World Cup, their coach says. Sehun is starting pro for K-League next year and would probably jet off to the highest bidder when the time comes. It’s a bit too early to kick start transfer rumors but on his own field, Sehun’s agent plays a more brilliant game than him. Sehun would have three years of experience under his belt when he officially starts playing for his country. He’d probably be staying on the bench for most of the matches this round, or going on for just the last few minutes of games when victory has already been secured. But they say even the grass is greener on foreign soil and Sehun is excited.
“Relax, we’re already in the finals. You reckon China would be able to make it, too?” Sehun fixes his eyes on that dude, watching him high-five his team mate. Sehun’s lips curl slowly in wonder, unconsciously imitating that bright grin. Jongin and him are sitting on the bench at the side of the field; it’s the 2010 World Cup qualifying tournament, South Korea against China. But unlike China, South Korea is playing to lose. Better China than Japan who’s also vying for a place in South Africa lineup.
The Chinese guy turns then and, “Zhang Yixing,” Sehun mouths, reading the name off the back of a red jersey; the taste of his name made richer by the heady scent of crushed grass.
★
Despite South Korea’s help, China doesn't make it to South Africa. His name never appears in the newspapers to remind Sehun of that little episode. He’s probably playing in the Chinese Super League; a popular national player, an unknown international player. There are so many of these same broken dreams, Sehun knows plenty.
Sehun doesn’t ever think he could remember a name for four years but whenever he’s on the field and the smell of the grass hangs heavy in the air, he could almost make out that bright red jersey, the back of which is burdened with the words ‘Zhang Yixing’.
★
Sehun pretends not to notice Neymar when they pass each other in the tunnel of Arena Pantanal. He’s being childish, really, but then again, neither did Neymar acknowledge Sehun.
The rivalry between their football clubs is long seeped into Spanish football history; they call it El Clásico. But now the media is using the same term for the Brazil versus South Korea match in the 2014 World Cup, despite the obvious disparity in status between the two countries in the world of football. Anything to sell a story.
Sehun and Neymar are both the brightest and youngest in their clubs, Real Madrid and Barcelona respectively. They didn’t like each other at first sight, but honestly, Sehun would be hard pressed to name any favorite FC Barcelona player; he got influenced by the long-standing rivalry between the two clubs very quickly. Neymar was just another player on the opposite team. But then one day, Marca - the country’s biggest sports paper - ran an article comparing Sehun and Neymar, complete with the number of matches won, number of goals scored, number of lovers, and oh, that wasn’t ever going to end well, was it?
(Sehun lost.)
Sehun ends up with a nemesis he hasn’t even talked to before. Unless you count the exchange of curses on the field, not that Sehun knows enough Portuguese to know what the hell Neymar was hollering when he went down face-first on the grass, and he doubts Neymar understood shibal when Sehun was screaming it in his face.
They are both strikers, both handsome, both outrageously talented and rich for their age, both flashy on and off the field, with hair colors and hairstyles changing faster than their football clubs’ ranking on La Liga, and the media is having a field day with their personal lives. Now, in the 2014 World Cup, they are both touted as the faces of their countries’ WC campaign and their rivalry has reached a feverish peak.
Outside the stadium, a billboard exhibits Neymar who looks dashing in a pair of trendy sunglasses. He also endorses automotive lubricants, cologne and Sehun… well, Sehun is a football player who incites much excitement in both his home country and FC for his immense potential, but off the field, he’s something of a Kpop star.
Screams burst out when the football players emerge from the tunnel in their countries’ colors. Then curiously, the shouts dull into a low roar before they escalate, high and piercing until the kid who’s escorting Sehun onto the field pulls free of Sehun’s grip to slap her little hands over her ears with a grimace.
“Got the response you’re looking for?” Jongin leans over from beside him and lifts a knowing brow.
“It won’t be cool if I acknowledge the screams,” Sehun quips looking straight ahead into the camera in front of him, dragging a hand slowly and deliberately through his hair, making sure the camera catches that. But there’s a small smile creeping up along the corner of his lips and it gets broadcasted onto the large screen, whipping the audience into a frenzy again.
He ignores Jongin when he says, “Actor.”
Someone starts beating a drum and the boisterous chanting of ‘Daehan Minguk!’ could be heard. Sehun closes his eyes and absorbs the screams, lets them seep into his skin and transform into goosebumps that erupt over him. Adrenalin fires up every single nerve and Sehun has to squeeze his eyes shut against his heightened senses. His heart loses its steady pulse and starts slamming its beat in his ears instead. A shiver sears up his spine and numbs his scalp. This is never going to get old. He should feel uncomfortable with his physical response to the crowd and tension.
Instead, Sehun grins.
He’s not an actor, he’s a football player.
Sehun loves his game.
Then he turns around to face the referee and his smug grin freezes at the sight of Zhang Yixing.
★
Sehun doesn’t get distracted, although admittedly, he has a hard time keeping his focus in check, while Neymar flirts with the tricky offside rule like the hotshot football player he is. Sehun’s supporters are frustrated with his performance and the yells of ‘Daehan Minguk!’ are getting increasingly weak and sporadic. Sehun ignores the live commentary, refusing to let it affect him further. He doesn’t need reminders of his poor performance. When the referee makes what the South Koreans think is a bad call, Sehun crowds around but doesn’t protest like his mates He stares at Zhang Yixing who stands his ground and defends his decision to the players yelling at him, tapping the pocket of his jersey threateningly when one stands too close. No one wants a yellow card when it isn’t even half-time yet.
His team mates drift away to take up their spots for the rewarded free kick, but Sehun stands rooted on the spot, staring at Yixing. Catching his eye, Yixing quirks the corners of his lips. “El Clásico?” are Yixing’s first words to Yixing. He says them in a light tone, spreading his hands out to indicate the stadium, this game, Sehun, the joke he is now. Then he runs a hand through his hair and flicks a glance at Sehun’s hair. His smile curves like a rainbow.
Sehun didn’t know Yixing had dimples, didn’t get to stand too close four years ago when he first laid eyes on him. He also has a voice to match that face now. Sweat drips onto Yixing’s face, making his bangs plastered onto his forehead. Yixing shouldn’t be that attractive to Sehun, not like this. Sehun hangs around supermodels but-
But fuck, Sehun is playing worse than, Jesus Christ, freaking Wayne Rooney but right now, all he can think of is picking off that piece of stupid grass sticking onto the side of Yixing’s face.
He wants to explain, wants to tell Yixing it’s just the media, they hype up this game too much. It’s not Real Madrid against Barcelona; Bale would never make it to the World Cup with Wales, he’s most likely still in Madrid with his daughter.
But there’s a wicked twinkle in Yixing’s eyes when Sehun looks straight into them. It’s full of snide challenge. Sehun’s reputation clearly precedes him. Unlike Yixing, Sehun can be found in the papers, and sadly, most people still believe papers only report the truth. One reporter has described Sehun as a ‘cocky teenager’ when he first arrived in Madrid.
Well, that’s not entirely false.
So Sehun grins instead. “I’d show you El Clásico,” he smiles and Yixing just shrugs and turns around, whistling to indicate Brazil can take their free kick, not even giving Sehun enough time to run to his spot. Neymar nearly scores and Sehun bursts out laughing, the sound ringing loud over the exuberant cheers of the Brazilian crowd while he’s sprinting all the way over to Brazil’s goal post.
This game just got better.
★
Sehun dodges a Brazilian defender, taps the ball with his left foot, rolling it back protectively, feigning a move to the right but ends up favoring his left after all and sends another defender skidding after nothing. The ecstatic screaming moves up a notch as Sehun advances near the Brazilian goal post, shaking off two defenders, but he can’t hear them at all. All he registers is the ‘thump thump thump’ of his heart, the ball beneath his fire-red football sneakers, instinct that makes his body react before his mind could and the pure simple belief: I can’t possibly lose this game.
Oh, South Korea could lose but Sehun, yeah, he’d put this ball safely behind that white line.
Nothing spurs Sehun more than coming back from behind to overtake the leader, just when everyone thought the game’s over. He loves it when people get upset. It is fun. It is exhilarating. No one likes to lose, not Sehun, he didn’t travel thousands of miles just to lose a game. He’d show them all.
When he scores, Sehun dashes over to the side and faces the crowd - mostly made up of Brazilians - then he stands proud with his feet apart, crosses his arms over his chest and grins smugly. Recognizing the gesture as one that Neymar used to employ when he celebrated his goals, the crowd goes insane at the provocation. And the cameras send that image live to millions over the world. Satisfied, Sehun whips around and catches the referee’s eye.
Yixing looks bored. He looks so bored, it must be deliberate. Maybe Yixing’s just as good at provocation.
Undaunted, Sehun chuckles and spins around, showing Yixing his back again. Then his head turns back to look at Yixing again, with his eyes locked onto Yixing’s, Sehun lifts a hand to pat his back, hand swiping over the arch of his name, stark white alphabets that seem to bleed out from the red of his jersey - Oh Sehun.
Yixing doesn't know yet but that's alright. Sehun will make Yixing remember his name, make it seep into his brain, worm its way into his heart. From now on, whenever Yixing steps onto the field, whenever the shrill of his whistle pierces the air, Sehun wants Yixing to recall his name.
Just like what Zhang Yixing did to Oh Sehun.
Sehun would win this game between them, too.
Jongin ruins the moment by pouncing on Sehun, dragging him down to ground. Laughing, Sehun allows him to do that, but his laugh turns to a grunt and then ‘oofs!’ when his teammates begin piling on top of him one after another. But even his protests cease when he hears the football commentator holler, “And The Parrot puts one behind the line for South Korea!”
“The Parrot?” Sehun gurgles, kicking one unfortunate teammate in his shin to get him off his legs.
“Yeah, didn’t you hear? You have a new moniker!” Jongin shouts into Sehun’s ear, still not over the euphoria of leading Brazil, no matter how brief this might last.
“The hell. I don’t recall Beckham getting this kind of treatment in 2002!” Sehun roars to be heard over the noisy audience, he’s still lying on the grass with Jongin sprawled over him.
“Maybe it’s because his Mohawk ain’t rainbow colored,” Jongin mutters whimsically, running a hand fondly over Sehun’s spiky multicolored hair.
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from wiki> el clásico (the classic) > the name given in football to any match between real madrid club de fútbol (real madrid) and futbol club barcelona (barcelona)
not a very technical fic, but apologies in advance if there's any errors
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untitled
1300w > idk, i didn't even get to write the pairing and this faded into a dead wip
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Sehun finds Chanyeol circling around his desk like a shark when he steps into the office this morning. He sighs.
“Don’t speak, I haven’t had my coffee yet,” Sehun says sternly when Chanyeol bounces over, “It’s too early for bloodshed.”
“Check your email,” Chanyeol advises, sounding very wise; which is extremely disconcerting now that Sehun thinks about it. In fact, when he looks around now, even Jongin has arrived in the office and it’s just 9am.
“Go back to your seat, Taemin,” Sehun pokes Jongin’s side relentlessly with the edge of his briefcase.
“Check your email,” Jongin advises sleepily and wiggles away from Sehun.
Sehun opens his mouth to say something but Jongdae interrupts him, “Check your email,” he says with the tone of a weary war veteran. Office life tends to do that to people.
Almost the entire HR department has arrived at work except Sehun. This is so rare and alarming that Sehun immediately switches on his laptop and checks his email. He clicks open the latest email and starts reading the email history right from the top:
From: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:43 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr
Subject: Fw: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dearest Kris,
No!
Have a nice day!!
Chanyeol
From: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:42 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr;;
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dearest Kris,
No!
Have a nice day!!
Chanyeol
From: jonginkim@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:29 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Hi Kris
Apologies, I’m not free. There’s a workshop on Power Naps that I’m in charge of, if you recall.
Best Rgds
Jongin Kim
From: jongdaekim@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 8:20 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Dear Kris,
I nominate Baekhyun.
Cheers,
Kim Jongdae
From: kriswu@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 01:52 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr;
Subject: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
This morning, I mean.
From: kriswu@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 01:45 AM
To: chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr; jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr;
Subject: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
HR Dept,
As you are all aware, we have a visitor from the Zone tomorrow. The objective of his visit is to align us with HQ on the use of personality tests in pre-employment screening and train us on how to effectively employ the results in our daily interaction with our colleagues. In turn, we would need to conduct a workshop to all departments at the end of his visit.
I need a volunteer to be attached to the visitor during his time here and to conduct the training for the entire company. Please reply with your availability by tomorrow morning.
Kris Wu Yifan
HR Director
1.45am, that son of a-
“You’re talking out loud, did you realize,” Jongdae says helpfully to Sehun.
“-nice woman.” Sehun finishes his sentence rather smoothly in Jongin’s opinion.
“It’s down to you and Baekhyun now,” Chanyeol reminds him and Sehun is scrambling to reply the email with a flat no when his laptop chimes, signaling a new email.
From: baekhyunbyun@exo.co.kr
Sent: Friday, June 05, 2015 9:06 AM
To: jonginkim@exo.co.kr; jongdaekim@exo.co.kr; sehunoh@exo.co.kr; kriswu@exo.co.kr; chanyeolpark@exo.co.kr
Subject: Re: Re: Visit from Zone - Volunteer Required
Thanks for the nomination, Jongdae. By the way, the ‘Save the Beach’ campaign you proposed has been approved. The residents of Busan would greatly appreciate your effort in clearing up the rubbish in their waters. This project has generated a significant amount of goodwill for the company; as such, we would be extending it to Incheon as well! Please liaise with Purchasing on the number of trash bags you would require and kindly note that although you would be picking up rubbish over the weekend, you won’t be credited with additional days of leave since this is done entirely out of the kindness of your heart and the satisfaction you reap would surely be a better gift than anything else.
But Kris, I have an important presentation to complete today, i.e. your monthly report to the country manager and would have to politely decline this opportunity. Surely you understand. I’m certain Sehun is capable of doing a better job than me since he is in charge of personality tests in our department anyway.
Very sincerely yours
Byun Baekhyun
“Thank God I checked my email on the way in,” Baekhyun mumbles weakly, walking into the office with his handphone clutched in his hand.
As if on cue, the door to Kris’ office opens. “Can I have a word with you, Sehun?” Kris asks, looking formidable in a black suit and skinny leather tie, his blond hair slicked back to reveal sharp brows.
Sehun is reduced to twiddling his thumbs, looking very thoughtful. “Well, I do indeed have an important meeting right now-”
“I didn’t realize I was asking a question,” Kris cuts in, “Was I asking a question?” he turns to look at Chanyeol.
Sehun glares at Chanyeol because Kris was so asking a question, come on. If Chanyeol had even an ounce of a conscien-
“No,” Chanyeol quips easily because conscience? What’s that. Hot people take precedence over dongsaengs. Isn’t this common knowledge? He shakes his head, eyes wide so he looks especially docile to his gorgeous boss. Traitor hyung.
Sehun consoles himself with the fact that tall people just have lesser nutrients left for the brain considering the larger amount their bodies would require and drags his feet over to Kris’s office.
When the door to Kris’ office clicks shut, Jongdae turns to Baekhyun. “Since when did I enquire about a ‘Save the Beach’ campaign?” he asks, a frown pinching his forehead.
“To be precise, it was at 8.20am today,” Baekhyun replies.
He really does look very sincerely yours.
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