It had started out simple enough; just a friendly soccer match in his free time.

Dongjun had come back from a long day in the studio, stuck standing in a stuffy room for hours, spending his time either standing in on position or sitting around waiting for his time to record. Not really being the type to sit around for long and knowing your competitive streak, he came over to your apartment just long enough to dump his stuff, pick up a soccer ball you kept in your closet (he brought it over once and it had just stayed there) and then drag you out the door to challenge you to a football match.

Not one to back down from a challenge, you eagerly accepted his first to five goal challenge. There were trees on the edge of the field that you had delegated as goals, and the match quickly began.

It was close to two in the morning, the spring air was crisp but not too uncomfortable despite being only in a hoody and jogging pants (he had greatly protested when he saw you coming out in jeans, saying it was a disadvantage and he wanted a challenge) and the park was almost deserted apart from the occasional person passing by on their home so Dongjun wasn’t wearing in hats or sunglasses for the first time in forever and you couldn’t help but admire how he looked in the faint mix of streetlights and moonlight that managed to sneak past the clouds.

He caught you staring and smiled cheekily, “I know I’m gorgeous, but how about we get this game started?”

You just scoffed and rolled your eyes. Eager to get started, you quickly ran forward and dribbled the ball to the side to pass a still flat footed Dongjun.

Unfortunately the ZE:A magnae isn’t exactly known for being slow, so he caught up swiftly before he managed to kick the ball away from you before picked it up himself and started to head the other way. He was quick, but not nearly as quick while keeping the ball under control, so it didn’t take long for you to catch up, but it was too late and he kicked the goal cleanly between the trees.

With a triumphant grin he turned to you, and you just rolled his eyes at him again.

“Aren’t guys supposed to let their girl win?” you asked sarcastically, watching him run over to bring the ball back to you. He dropped it on the ground in front of you before showing off his teeth again.

“Where’s the fun in that?” his reply just made you want to wipe the smug smile off his face.

Determined to show off the moves he’d been teaching you (and from videos online), you faked him out by pretending to kick the ball right, but letting your leg go around the ball and going left.

Dongjun, not expecting such a move, took a while to turn around and catch up to your pace again but you stepped on the ball and quickly stopped, making him stop and run towards you, but you had already managed to get your momentum forward again and pass him to kick it into his goal.

With a triumphant yell, it was your turn to be smug while she just laughed and shook his head before getting the ball again. He lightly bounced it off your head before putting it back on the ground.

“Alright, alright. No need to get cocky,” he said, giving you his infamous eye smile.

He quickly scored two more goals, but you were absolutely adamant on not letting him win, it just wasn’t in your nature to lose, and Dongjun would never forgive you if you didn’t at least put in an effort.

Getting frustrated, you gave him your best puppy eyes, but he just pinched your cheek.

“Doesn’t work honey, I’ve seen that loads of-”

But you were already off and managed to get the ball between the trees again. Cheering in triumph, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty when Dongjun gave you his own puppy pout.

After another tussle and a long match, you managed to score another goal. At this point you were both sweaty and breathy hard, but it was such a relieving tired that you both continued.

Half way through the next match, you felt a raindrop on your arm. You chose to ignore it and keep going, but as more raindrops fell, you turned to your opponent.

“It’s starting to rain.”

“You don’t say? I thought they the sprinklers,” he gave you that cheeky smile again, but his sarcastic remark didn’t make the precipitation lighten up in the slightest.

“You can’t get sick. If your manager finds out I had you out in the rain-”

“It’s okay, you were going to lose anyway,” it wasn’t just the fact that he cut you off that made you boil, it was what he said. What annoyed you more, is that you knew this was Dongjun’s way of toying with you, challenging him to keep going with the match so his play time wasn’t cut short. You hated how he knew what buttons to push.

You gave him one last glare before you hit the ball out of his arms and started kicking it to the other side. You could just feel his -eating grin bear into the back of your head, but he was promptly back on your tail. The ground started to give under your feet as the field turned into a muddy mess, the ground splattering up onto your clothes and covering your nice trainers. Being so focused on the game, you didn’t even notice it, your mind set on scoring those last two goals.

After struggling for a while, you managed to kick the ball and it just managed to make it over the line before Dongjun could save it. It didn’t take long for him to win a point back and tie the game, and at this point you both had mud splattered all over your bottom half and your top half was soaking wet, your hoody heavy and weighing you down while Dongjun’s simple long sleeve shirt clung tightly to his body showing off his perfect frame.

You kicked the ball forward one last time and tried to deke him, but the ground failed to cooperate and your regular running shoes slipped on the mud sending you flying into Dongjun.

A combination of the speed you brought up, and the slippery ground under his feet as well, sent the pair of you tumbling to the ground. There was a loud squelch as his back hit the mud and bits of it flew onto you.

After recording from the shock of the collision, you stared down at him with worry in your eyes.

“Are you okay?” you asked, trying to judge his reactions to see if you had injured him.

He opened his eyes and looked up at you for a while before he burst out laughing. Quirking your eyebrow up at him, you couldn’t help but wonder about what was so funny. He reached up and was about to rub your cheek, but he looked at his hand before bursting out into laughter again.

You looked at his hard which was caked with dirt back to him, and wondered if maybe he had hit his head. Once he had calmed down a bit, he motioned to your left cheek, just under your eye.

“You have dirt all over your face,” was all he said before reeling back into giggles. You frowned and sat up on his stomach in an attempt to wipe off your face, but you noticed your hands were just muddy as his. With some effort he sat up so you fell onto his lap, and he smiled as you with a twinkle in his eye.

“Here, let me get that for you,” was all he said before he brushed his hand over your face and smearing more dirt all over your face. With an unimpressed look on your face, you quickly retaliated by smushing his cheeks together with your two muddy hands.

He pushed you back off him and you could only let out a yelp before he smeared mud all over your arms and then tickling your sides. All you could do is flail since he basically had you pinned, you twisted and turned but you couldn’t get out from under him or stop his tirade.

After what was probably only a minute of pure torture, he finally let up, laughing along with you before he leaned over and just stared at your flush face as you came down from the high.

You stared back at his face, from his crinkled eye smile down to his perfect lips. He was soaking wet from rain and sweat, and he too was splattered with mud, but you couldn’t help but think he still looked absolutely gorgeous like this.

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly, but after wrapping your arms around his neck, he deepened the kiss. The contact was very welcome after a long night of teasing touches and sly smirks, not to mention the fact you hadn’t seen him in a few days due to his overwhelming schedule.

He swiped his tongue over your lip, but before you could grant him access, he pulled back with a disgusted look on his face.

“Ugh, mud tastes horrible, fyi,” he explained, rubbing his mouth with his semi-clean forearm. His statement caught you off guard so all you could do was laugh at him and the hilarious expressions he was pulling.

He had obviously had enough as he stood up before pulling you up to your feet and picking up the ball before directing you back to your place.

“We’re going to get cleaned up,” was the simple explanation he gave you.

“But we’re tied,” you complained, directing your attention to the soccer ball.

“I’m pretty sure I can come up with a game which is a lot more… fun.”

You just gaped at him before you lightly smacked his arm, turning a bright shade of red. Since your eyes had diverted down, you were met with an eyeful of his t-shirt clinging to his sculpted abs and chest. Feeling your mouth go dry and a very suggestive gaze staring at you, you let yourself be dragged home where you made sure to quickly dispose of the dirty clothing and hit the showers.

Not that Dongjun or your thoughts were exactly on getting clean.

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I didn't proofread this.

And I could be tempted to continue this.

If you know what I mean.