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You couldn’t take your eyes off of Jongin; completely ignoring the fact that he was actually very bad at football, it didn’t even matter. He put in some effort, but it looked like he was modelling the whole time without even trying; he ruffled his hair and pouted while he waited for someone to pass the ball, jokingly punching Sehun and fooling around – he looked so perfect.

*ba bump*

You couldn’t help but quicken your breathing pace watching him.

His adorable smile broke out every time he got tackled and attempted to win back the ball from Luhan but failed.

 ‘Yah you two you’re supposed to be marking each other and tackling, stop standing around and doing nothing – oh shoot he’s coming – tackle him Sehun! Yah – BLOCK HIM BLOCK HIM, AISH I’LL DO IT – OH HE SCORED- AHHHHH CHIN CHA…’ Yixing was rushing and jogging around the pitch like a whining housewife trying to stop the team from slacking, but of course knowing Yixing’s personality, he was trying to do everything himself which wasn’t exactly winning tactics. However it was fun hearing Tao shout little taunts at him every so often in Mandarin.

‘Ah Yixing don’t bother they’re not listening.’

‘Ah Yixing you’re supposed to be an attack why are you over there hahaha.’

It was funny to watch Yixing get progressively angry and Tao’s remarks weren’t helping.

‘I’m going to end up playing as a two man team with Luhan for goodness sake!’ Yixing hissed angrily before running over to Kevin and tackling him, however it was a foul and Kevin got a free kick.

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching these yahoos always made your day.

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‘Fan, Fan get the ball!’ Chanyeol exclaimed pointing at the ball Sehun had slowly passed to Yixing.

Kevin turned his head left and right, rushing into the spot right in front of Yixing to beat him to it.

Yixing obviously noticed and tried to rush in front of Kevin.

Yixing tried tackling Kevin and so Kevin lost his footing.

You felt yourself stand up uninteionally, pursing your lips together anxiously watching the two boys fumble around each other for the ball.

‘No Chanyeol!’ You breathed watching Chanyeol rush in trying to slide tackle between Kevin and Yixing, however Kevin had tripped up right at that moment, meaning only one thing.

Chanyeol’s football shoe, one of the studs sinked into Kevin’s forehead, scratching him.

‘’ You yelped covering your mouth and rushing to the scene.

‘Stop- STOP!’ Luhan yelled.

‘Time out, time out!’ Minseok held out his hands in a ‘T’ before rushing over to the commotion.

Kevin was lifted to his feet by a panting Yixing and Chanyeol who were apologizing profusely.

‘Oh my gosh he’s bleeding!’ Baekhyun exclaimed pointing at Kevin’s forehead.

‘It’s alright, ahh, aish don’t touch it Zitao.’ Tao had rushed to Kevin’s side, looking just as worried as you were; trying to inspect the wound with his fingers. 

‘Hyung I’m so so sorry.’ Chanyeol reiterated, Kevin lifted his arm off him, adamant that everything was fine.

Kevin took in a sharp breath while the others asked him if he was alright.

‘It’s ok really, it’s ok.’ He repeated over and over again feeling embarrassed, trying to hide the pain.

You on the other hand, you were having a heart attack.

‘OH MY GOD KEVIN ARE YOU OK, I AM SO SO SORRY, THIS IS ALL MY FAULT I SHOULDN’T HAVE LET YOU GUYS PLAY FOOTBALL HOW DID I NOT THINK ONE OF YOU WILL GET HURT, YOUR SHOWCASE IS LITERALLY TOMORROW AND YOU’RE FACE HAS BEEN SCRATCHED, WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO TELL THE MANAGERS AND THE MAKEUP ARTIST NOONAS!?! HOW CAN YOU FORGIVE ME FOR RUINING YOUR FACE AND-‘

‘-_____-ah chill out it’s alright! Besides Chanyeol’s the one that hurt him not you-‘ Jong Dae interjected pouting.

‘-Hyung I am so so sorry once again honestly.’ Chanyeol apologised profusely once more.

‘No it’s fine, I’m fine, just win this game for us.’ Kevin replied trying to assure Chanyeol it really didn’t matter.

You checked the wound, it was near Kevin’s eyebrow, thankfully it didn’t look that deep or noticeable, Chanyeol did a good job of making it a clean cut surprisingly.

‘You guys keep playing, I’ve got water I can clean the wound.’ You offered taking Kevin’s arm and leading him off the pitch.

‘Ok then.’ Most of the boys shrugged their shoulders before walking back to the game, Tao and Chanyeol waited a few moments before hesitantly heading back.

‘Sorry’ Chanyeol reiterated.

‘It’s ok, just go back and enjoy the game.’ Kevin replied waving Chanyeol away in encouragement, ensuring him it was fine.

‘Hyung are you sure you’re ok? I can take you to the hospital if you want?’ Junmyeon took the time while the others left to speak seriously; concern was evident all over his face.

‘Ah chin cha I’m ok Junmyeon, go back and enjoy the game.’ Kevin replied just as taken aback as you were by Junmyeon’s concern.

‘Alright, well you’re in good hands, thank you ______-ah.’ Junmyeon bowed politely at you, revealing a toothy smile.

‘No problem, it’s nothing.’ You nodded feeling yourself blush.

‘Fighting.’ Kevin said lifting his fist to Junmyeon.

Junmyeon understood and lifted his fist.

‘Yes, fighting!’ He exclaimed jogging back onto the pitch. He really was a sweet guy, and you really only realised it till then which was embarrassing.

‘Over here – oh gosh Kevin that looks painful, let me see-‘ You pulled Kevin towards you, biting your bottom lip trying to inspect the wound.

‘It’s not that bad honestly, aish I don’t know why it’s bleeding a lot.’ Kevin replied in English, you surprisingly weren’t used to using your native tongue as much anymore, you almost replied in Korean.

‘Ok it doesn’t look too deep, so it’ll heal pretty fast, hopefully the makeup artists will be able to cover it up tomorrow.’ You said taking a deep breath and trying to relax.

You leant over and grabbed a small first aid kit you luckily decided to bring with you on this one occasion.

You barely noticed Kevin watch you, lips pressed firmly together while you worked at opening the packaging for the plaster, pouring some antiseptic onto the cotton pad.

‘This’ll clean it right up.’ You said lifting the pad and dabbing it onto Kevin’s forehead softly.

‘Ah!’ Kevin took a sharp breath and flinched, barely noticing he’d involuntarily grabbed your wrist in response to the surprising pain.

You stared widely; his fingers wrapped around your wrist so easily.

Kevin closed his eyes, gritting his teeth, taking a few deep breaths before opening his eyes.

You couldn’t help but be taken a back, your heart skipping a beat, it was only then when you noticed how close you both were; your face mere inches apart. Kevin looked appallingly beautiful – did he always look this good?

His eyebrows raised in surprise, your eyes darted to Kevin’s hand, then back at him.

"Ahhh I'm sorry, it just stings.’ Kevin muttered feeling embarrassed he’d grabbed you involuntarily.

You let out a breath of relief, breaking out into a smile to cover up the reddening of your cheeks.

‘It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I’m sure it does – I shouldn’t have dabbed that hard and put that much on.’

‘Nah it’s not your fault ha ha.’ Kevin replied chuckling to ease the atmosphere.

‘Ok how about instead, you hold onto my hand.’ You offered your hand, resting it on Kevin’s lap, he looked at it before sliding his large hand into it.

‘Just squeeze it when it starts to hurt, and then I’ll stop.’ You offered, using your other hand to continue dabbing. Kevin nodded in reply slowly.

‘Did you see me playing out there?’ He asked trying to change the topic of conversation.

‘Yeah I did.’ You replied hoping he wouldn’t say anymore on the topic.

‘What did you think? Pretty good huh?’

‘Ummm.’ You looked at Kevin with a raised eyebrow, confused as to whether he was being serious or not.

He soon understood your answer and began rubbing the back of his head.

‘Well I know I’m not amazing at football, it’s not really my sport.’

You could tell instantly, the moment Kevin was passed the ball at the beginning of the match and tripped over his own feet before Luhan flew in and stole the ball that Kevin was irrevocably awful at football.

‘Basketball is more my sport, I’m pretty good at that.’ Kevin added trying to recover his ego.

‘Awww I never got to see you play basketball, I was always busy when you went off with Tao to play.’ You moaned dabbing Kevin’s forehead with another clean cotton pad.

‘Meh he’s not that good anyways.’ Yixing interrupted walking past both of you to get to the other side of the pitch.

‘What, no I’m so good!  Ask Zitao he’ll tell you.’ Kevin flustered profusely wafting Yixing’s remark away.

You couldn’t help but grunt with laughter over Kevin’s helpless flustering, continuing to dab delicately.

‘Don't listen to Yixing, I’ll show you later.’ Kevin defended.

‘Haha ok sure-‘

‘-Ouch!’ Kevin flinched once more, his grip on your hand tightened, you couldn’t help but blush a little.

‘Sorry, sorry, it’s almost done, bear with me.’ You asked politely trying to bite back a smile, it was oddly cute hearing him whimper.    

You continued dabbing, Kevin breathed out slowly, pouting his lips before breathing out shallowly. His eyes wondered to your face contorted in concentration while you worked at his wound.

‘I didn’t know you had a mole there.’

You stopped dabbing.

‘W-where?’ You asked starting to feel very self-conscious, trying hard to continue to dab normally, feeling your cheeks redden quickly.

‘Near your lip, here.’ Kevin’s finger softly pressed on the spot, touching your lip in the process. He looked so casual while doing it, which made you more nervous.

‘Oh…umm…I don’t know…’ You replied, for once you were lost for words, feeling your face flush. You couldn’t look Kevin in the eye while your heart pounded. Why was he staring?

You quickly scanned his face, deciding to turn things around.

‘What?’ Kevin asked confused over why you were staring so hard at him.

‘Ah – here! I knew you had a mole, you’ve got two actually.’ You pointed out