requested - basketball au
warnings - swearing, injuries, not proofread
There he was, filled with light and determination ignited by the ball in his hand, feet planted strategically as to ease his way past his opponents and score valuable points yet again. He was untouchable. Beomgyu had the ability to take every right step and you'd be lying if you said it didn't take your breath away. He was valuable to the school's team, not only for his skill but also for the motivation he was able to feed his teammates with, and you were aware that you were not the only one unable to tear your eyes off him - but you were the one he wasn't able to take his eyes off as well.
Him and his team were only practicing as of right now but the sense of victory his bright smile radiated almost made you swoon - and the others around you too, surely. The sound of Beomgyu's voice announcing a well needed break snapped you out of your transe just soon enought to spot him making his way towards your body on the bleachers.
"Like what you see?” He snickers with a raised eyebrow, leaning over the small barricade until his face was just a few centimetres away from yours, and you put on a thinking expression in an attempt to tease him a bit.
“Hm, I’ve seen better.” You raise your eyebrow just as he did moments ago and amusement clearly flashes through his eyes as he scoffs. With one last kiss on your temple, he grabs your hand gently before urging you to get up. “Where are you taking me?”
“Let’s shoot hoops, come on.” His eagerness builds up to the point where he jumps a bit and the thought of not loving him crosses your mind as an impossibility.
And so you got up on your feet and let yourself be dragged into the middle of the court, peering jealous stares burning holes into your skin but you could only smile as Beomgyu picked the ball up from the floor and let your hand go momentarily. The moment he started dribbling was the moment you knew you were screwed.
You squated a little, as he’d taught you to do before, and caught the ball firmly the moment he threw it at your chest. He sped through the court and awaited your pass back and, while you tried to aim it at his chest, it turned into more of an unintentional overhead pass, causing you to cringe slightly before making your way to besides the basket. He delayed his pass a bit, enticed by performing tricks your eyes could barely follow and you rolled them teasingly despite your admiration. When the ball finally came in your direction, you’d lost your focus resulting in you instinctively putting your hands up in a dodgy position, allowing the ball to hit your finger and bend it back.
“Ah, shit-” Your eyes were forced shut by the pain, not letting you see Beomgyu running to your side filled with worry nor the way spectators snickered mockingly.
It killed him to see you in pain - even if it wasn’t that big of a deal - and his heart raced time, making the world appear slower.
“Let me see.” He whispers sweetly, eyebrows furrowed as if he felt what you were feeling. Your other hand slowly uncluches the throbbing one and you let his fingers gently touch your skin as if it were glass. “I’m gonna take you to the school nurse, okay baby?”
“Is it bad?” You don’t really wanna look at it, to be honest, and Beomgyu’s ask makes you cringe a bit.
“No, you’re gonna be okay.” He reassures, kissing your temple and letting his lips hover it for a while until he pulls away and cups your jaw. “I’m sorry, I should’ve realised you weren’t ready.”
“It’s not your fault!” You insist yet self deprecation still flashes through his eyes. “It’s not, Gyu.”
He nods understandingly, keeping his gentle hold on your hand, and kisses your forehead one last time. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up.”