Minseok feigns indifference, feigns his boredom to playing soccer once again in Shanghai, China. The noise of the crowds roar once Jongdae finishes his newly released Mandarin solo, but Minseok can’t hear it over the rush of seeing and hearing soccer players running back and forth in front of him, his heart beating too fast to truly acknowledge gelled hair and sparkling eyes staring back at him across the field.   It’s been years yet it feels like it was only yesterday he had caramel hair and no meat on his bones, that his opponent across from him had strawberry-colored hair and that same, bright smile on his face.   He feels a nudge against his side, his dark hair falling in his eyes, and he looks up to see Minho giving a small, friendly smile to their opponent as well. “Ready?” he quietly asks, not even looking back at him.   Minseok isn’t quite sure but he doesn’t get a chance to choose, the referee already calling for both teams to join the field. Even while being older than Minho, he relies on the more experienced idol to drag him forward, his eyes never leaving his opponent’s even as the other continues to smile at him encouragingly, like how he used to years before in the dead of nights when they sang until their hearts bled and their breaths mixed into one.   “Shake hands with your opponents,” the referee suddenly calls between them, eyeing each and every one of them, “We’re going to have a good game today, alright?”   There is a chorus of answers and shouts