i know jackshit about baseball and this is all based off some quick research - so if this is super bad i am super sorry
he wears #10 and it’s become his lucky number and favorite number
the number is basically his everything, to be quite honest - when you meet him he’s been playing baseball for 10 years
and you meet in a 10 am class which happens to be MP-10 (music production) and basically change his life so yeah - 10 is a pretty comfy number for him
anyways he’s fourth in the batting order - the cleanup hitter, the most powerful hitter on the team, second highest batting average (third in the lineup, Jeno Lee, has the highest)
invented the idea of a grand slam he’s GOOD at what he does
that being said, it’s hard to tell that’s he’s practically a baseball pro by looking at him - at any point in time mark is bundled up in baggy sweatpants (possible stolen from his roommate donghyuck) and a massive sweatshirt (definitely stolen from donghyuck), eye bags so large they could be michael kors, round wire glasses perched precariously on the bridge of his nose, tripping over thin air
he’s pretty overworked, to be fair; he’s in like a million clubs and protests a million things on the weekends (sometimes it’s “stop with puppy mills” sometimes it’s “help end racism in the workplace” and it’s something new every week)
between extracurricular stuff, his job as a barista at the local coffee shop, underground rapping gigs, baseball, and his engineering and music majors, mark is half dead 99.99% of the time
the first time you meet him in MP-10 he basically crashes into the seat directly in front of yours in the lecture hall
there’s a small cup of coffee in one of his hands and his bookbag is slung over him crossbody as he pushes his glasses back on
you notice him immediately because he’s wearing his white split jersey unbuttoned with a light blue shirt underneath with black jeans and honestly he looks goddamn amazing, especially compared to you because you’re 100% wearing what you rolled out of bed in
you later (as in the next class, when he shows up in orange sweatpants and a green and red christmas sweater sweater looking zombified, toting a humongous thermos of coffee) find out that he was only dressed semi-well that first day because he had a meeting after that class with some city councilwoman about his most recent series of planned protests over a series of altercations between minorites and the local police
at least that’s what you think he says when you ask; he’s kinda dead on his feet and is slurring his words, not fully awake yet
despite how he looks and stuff and what he’s wearing and how he’s mostly only giving you one word answers (read: michael kors eyebags and general lack of sleep) you find yourself inexplicably drawn to him
lucky you! his double major (yeah - double. boy really just. doesn’t love living) in music production and electrical engineering and your major in the fields you love mean that you guys see each other a lot and have classes at a lot of the same times
also, you always end up in the library studying (and crying, just a little) at the same times he is, although while you tend to be alone when trying to study he’s always with a friend
or 8 (the other guys are, you learn later, his roommate and the guys from the other rooms in their dorm)
sometimes their whole 15 person squad is there and that generally results in all of them getting kicked out
which is not good for mark’s stress levels tbh like. they’re already sky high
this is why one day instead of sitting with his roommate, who you think is the quarterback, and a couple of others from the baseball team (you recognize jeno and renjun, and there’s a couple of other guys like lee chan and a guy who goes by rocky) he makes a beeline towards the nearest table to him that’s in the back of the library
it happens to be your table
mark misses the dirty (albeit shortlived) look donghyuck throws at him and how he mouths “ditcher” at his best friend’s back
you don’t, though, and send an apologetic grimace to the qb
later you become close to donghyuck - it gets to where mark kinda wants to rip his hair out because his datemate and best friend are constantly pranking him and putting him on edge
rip mark lee 2k17 free him
anyways he slides into the seat opposite you, gives you a small smile and a “hi” and goes about his own business
both of you are cliched as hell - whenever he’s studying and not noticing you is when you’re staring at him AND it’s vice versa
he gets in x10 work than he does other days so he starts sitting with you in the library from then on, you guys have like some symbiotic relationship - you give him a place to study away from his hell friends and he gives you silent company so you don’t feel lonely
over time he gets more chill and less high strung because he’s getting more done
you, on the other hand, are becoming more and more panicked and honestly you just. really need a break
and mark being an absolute sweetheart notices this and he knows that he should do SOMETHING even though you guys aren’t too close apart from the occasional convo in MP-10 and sitting together and studying
“let’s get dinner - we’ve both been here for like eight hours. i’ll pay”
“oh what no mark you don’t have to it’s totally fine i have to get this shit do-”
“you can take a one hour break, it’s better that way anyways because everything you’ve learned will settle in i swear”
“...fine, yeah. alright.”
one hour turns into four and he walks you back to your dorm at like 2 in the morning and you guys are laughing and having a generally good time
until he gets a call from a guy named doyoung
“dude what do you mean i can’t come home tonight”
“yuta, jaehyun, sicheng, and donghyuck are drunk off their asses and taeyong and i can’t deal with your clumsy ass on top of these fools, find somewhere else to sleep you have like a million other friends, call jaemin”
“doyoung wh-”
click
cue a lot of swears
“mark you can just stay over in my room tonight”
“is that a good idea? i can really just call jaemin, him and jeno are probably crying over some drama right now i don’t need to impose”
“my roommate’s definitely over at her boyfriend’s place right now, it’s fine and it’s not imposing. you bought dinner i can give you a roof for a night dude”
“...ight”
both of you know you should sleep but honestly you’re having fun getting to know each other so instead you both take a (sad, lukewarm) beer from the package that’s sitting on the counter and watch crappy cartoon reruns on your laptop while just talking
you learn about mark’s friends and tell him how you chose your major and promise to attend the BLM rally on saturday even though mentally you know there’s no time (you’ll make some)
you and him go to MP-10 together at 10 and instead of sitting in front of you he sits beside you
you guys are basically bros at this point like real friends right here
yes ok so fastforward to confessing
mark’s been psyching himself up to ask you out for a while so when you’re like “hey i kinda like you and it’d be cool if we went out sometime on a date” really chill-ly he’s like fml all the planning for nothing
but he says yes and you guys go out to an actual restaurant before deciding that the best dates are staying in and chilling and pigging out to netflix while complaining over professors
soon you guys are that couple the one that’s practically married at like.20 something
always wearing mark’s jerseys or shirts!!! he never stops telling you how amazing you look in his clothes
it’s like his favorite thing
when you wear his jersey though
favorite number + favorite person?? winning combo right there
never missing a baseball game and really quickly picking up on a bunch of baseball lingo and understanding what’s going on tbh (mark considers himself your tutor in the “greatest sport ever known to man”)
just. really wholesome relationship like you’d be so supportive of everything he does and he can always count on you to be there for him and is always there for you and i’m screaming it’d be so cute!!
his friends like fake gagging at you guys but secretly they’re all pretty jealous
becoming fast friends with all of his friends (especially with donghyuck, as aforementioned, and with jeno)
genre - fluff, soulmate au!; whatever is written on your skin appears on your soulmates as well
featuring - noh taehyun x reader
a/n - this was a request and I hope it turned out okay...tbh I’m not super like educated on soulmate aus, so hopefully i did this okay?¿ ALSO, since I’m like posting from my phone due to my vpn not working on my laptop, the italics don’t transfer over to my posts, so hopefully it’s okay without the italics i originally had in there...
Taehyun stared at the writing covering his forearm, no longer questioning it as he realized what it meant a while ago. Everyone has a soulmate, and once paired up, everything written on your soulmate will also be written on you. Taehyun still remembers the first time your handwriting adorned his body. He had gotten out of the shower after coming home late from practice, threw on some clothes and jumped into bed. As he was checking his phone, he felt a slight tingle on his arm as the words be strong began to appear.
At first he freaked out, not showing anyone because he didn’t know what the words meant or where they had come from. But after taking some time, he realized he had finally gotten a soulmate.
The other members hadn’t gotten theirs yet, which was understandable because it often was a long process. But they couldn’t wait for that day to come, always asking Taehyun if anything new was written on his hands or arms. If he had any idea of who you were. But that was what he hated about this whole soulmate thing. How was he supposed to find you? He had only written something once or twice for you to see, being so busy and all. Plus how was he supposed to explain who he was to you? The whole idea of finding you excited Taehyun, but he was fearful that he’d never actually have it happen.
It had been a few months since he’d found out about you being his soulmate, though he still didn’t know who you were. But Taehyun liked it, your occasional words of encouragement gracing his skin keeping him sane through the craziness of promoting with his group. Today as he was stressed about JBJ’s comeback performance for their new song, the word relax appeared on his wrist with a slight burn like all the others did. Taehyun smiled to himself, taking a deep breath as he calmed downed and was ready to take the stage.
After the performance Taehyun and the boys changed and waited in the dressing room until it was time for them to head back to the dorm. “Hyung, you didn’t seem nervous at all today. Get a little note from her today?” Taehyun rolled his eyes as Hyunbin climbed into the van next to him. “I did.” Taehyun just smiled to himself as he looked at the word on his wrist one again. “Are you gonna say anything back? You never say anything back, please say something back! This is like a real life drama, you need to keep it interesting.”
“What do I even say? I don’t even know her, I don’t know what to say. And I’m not gonna write a paragraph to her telling my whole life story.” The two boys sat in silence as the van started off towards the dorm.
Without consulting the others on what to say, considering it was his soulmate after all, Taehyun grabbed a marker from his bag, quickly writing something on his arm while the other members were sleeping or distracted by their phones.
I know they aren’t for me, but I appreciate your messages
His heart was racing so fast as he put the marker back in his bag, scared to think that in a few minutes the words would be on your skin. That you’d finally know he appreciated your words of encouragement, whether or not the words were really meant for him. Would you be just as excited to receive a message from him as he was when he got one from you?
You were.
Lying in bed, you were ready to call it a night. Scrolling one last time through Instagram before putting your phone down at your bedside. As you closed your eyes, you felt the slight burning on your forearm that was vaguely familiar to you. Pulling your arm from under your pillow, you noticed the words beginning to appear, I know they aren’t meant for me, but I appreciate your messages. You were shocked, to say the least. You’d only found out about your soulmate a few weeks ago, because he had finally replied to you letting you know. It made you wonder just how long the two of you had been matched. If it was long, maybe he just wasn’t into the whole message thing. But you didn’t care, you still did as you normally did, writing words of encouragement for yourself on your skin. Figuring that the words would maybe benefit him every once and awhile too.
His responses before included a smiley face and thanks. So for him to send something so long, you were surprised. You wondered what to say back, did you start a conversation with him? Surely your arms would run out of space by the morning. Luckily the words fade after 24 hours. Did you give him a short response, a little pay back for his two previous responses?
You thought of what to say, your pen hovering over your skin for some time before you’d finally decided on something. Hoping it wasn’t dull or pushed him away from responding to you ever again.
They are for the both of us, I’m glad they help
It wasn’t long after that response that Taehyun had finally gotten up the courage to write to you and ask if you two could text. Though he enjoyed the messages on his arms, it wasn’t ideal for long conversations. At first you were a bit unsure, you two were taking the next step in whatever relationship this was and to be honest it made you nervous. But you agreed, giving him your number while he did the same. For now, you knew him as Tae. He was apprehensive to give you his whole first name, though it was common, in case you would realize who he was. But he knew you as y/n, you having no reason to keep your name from him. You talked frequently, still sending him words of encouragement as he really did love getting those messages from you. Sometimes he was late replying, or texted you at random hours. Just saying it was because he was busy with friends or working. It made you wonder what exactly his job was that kept him up until 2 sometimes 3 in the morning. But you two agreed on no specifics, at least not yet.
Though you liked it, keeping things interesting, you couldn’t help but feel like you didn’t really know Taehyun. Sure he didn’t know too much about you, but he did know your name. Why couldn’t you know his? It made you feel as if he was hiding something from you, or he didn’t want to be completely honest with you. But if you were soulmates, surely you could tell each other everything about one another. IF the universe felt you were perfect for one another..
But you respected his decision, figuring he had a good enough reason and he’d tell you eventually. Like most nights, you lay in bed. Scrolling through your phone, heading to YouTube only to find a video of your favorite group JBJ playing drinking games. Immediately you clicked on it, the idea of the members tipsy, or even drunk already making you laugh. As the video began your eye immediately went to Taehyun. He was your favorite member, and you’d been in love with him for a while. First seeing him when you randomly clicked on a suggested HOTSHOT music video, then again on Produce 101. You didn’t know what it was about him, but you were drawn to him. You loved his smile, his laugh, everything about him really.
You smiled to yourself as you watched the video, laughing at the members as they played the different games. But as Taehyun reached across the table, you couldn’t help but notice something on the back of his hand. Being a huge fan of Taehyun you knew he didn’t have any tattoos. And if he got one, surely you and other fans would know. Especially if it was on his hand. You paused the video, trying to get a better look. Only being able to confirm it was a word, the writing being unclear because of the video quality. Figuring there might be a better shot later, you continued the video. And as the boys all held up their drinks to cheers, you got the view of his hand you needed.
Immediately your jaw hit the floor as you saw the word smile followed by a smiley face. You had written that on your hand a little over a week ago, surely when this video had been filmed. First, you were shocked Taehyun hadn’t tried to cover it up. But now things started to make more sense. Why he didn’t tell you his full name, why he was always working so late or doing stuff with friends. He wasn’t lying to you, he just didn’t know how to explain who he was.
Sighing to yourself you wondered if you should message him, tell him you know who he is. But what if he stops talking to you? Afraid that you’re either a crazy fan, or you just don’t want to be with someone like him. Though neither of those were true, you decided not to say anything for now.
The following days after you’d realized the identity of your soulmate, Taehyun noticed you had been acting different. Well, as best he could through a phone at least. He tried figuring out what was wrong, but he got no response. It was true that you had been ignoring him, but it was the only thing you could do until you figured out how to tell him you knew. You didn’t want to stop talking to Taehyun, but now that you knew who he was. That he was your favorite idol who you had liked for so long, that he was your soulmate. You couldn’t help but question the things you would say to him, fearful you’d say something stupid and embarrass yourself.
But Taehyun missed your messages. Just wishing he’d get a little encouragement from you, but instead he got nothing. As he and the boys were getting ready for a big concert, Taehyun kept glancing at his arm. Nothing. The others noticed him, a nervous wreck to put it nicely. And they too became worried. “Hyung, you gotta try to just relax okay? You can do this without a message from her.” Taehyun nodded as their mics were being hooked up, realizing Hyunbin was right. He would have to go on stage and perform without words from you. Though he really didn’t want to.
And as the boys were told to walk towards the stairs at the back of the stage, Taehyun felt that all too familiar burning on his arm once again. Quickly rolling up his sleeve he wasted no time to look for the message.
You’re gonna be amazing, just breathe
Taehyun looked at his arm confused, the message unlike the others. And though he wished he could write back and try to understand, Hyunbin was pushing him forward as they were going to miss their cue.
He was able to focus and relax after reading your message, but Taehyun was still confused by it. Even as the concert went on, eventually coming to an end and the boys hurrying to change before the fan meeting afterwards. Pulling on his t-shirt Taehyun grabbed his phone to send you a quick text, though not having time to wait for your response as the crew quickly ushered the boys out of the dressing room.
As you waited with the other fans, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You smiled as you saw Taehyun’s names on the screen, swiping to open up the message.
[Tae]: Big day for you or something?
You knew he was probably so confused by the message, wondering the whole concert what you could have meant. He probably thought the message was a reminder for yourself, never once thinking that maybe it was for him and that you’d figured out who he was.
And as you began to move forward in line, Taehyun now coming into view, you had to quickly think of what you would say to him to explain who you were without being too obvious for other people around to notice.
Once at the table you greeted the boys, Taehyun being last, so you kept your words short as you didn’t want to forget what you’d planned. Standing in front of Taehyun you smiled wide, and he smiled back. “Thank you so much for coming, did you like the show?” As he spoke you glanced at his arm while his hand still held yours, seeing your words on his skin.
“Yes, I did. Taehyun, do you always write messages like this to yourself?” He looked at his arm, becoming a bit flustered as he wasn’t sure what to say. “Well-” He started but you quickly interrupted him, slightly rolling up your sleeve to reveal the words on your skin.
“Because, I do that too.”
Taehyun looked at your arm, then at his, and finally at you as you were smiling wide. Soon he was doing the same, wanting to step around the table and hug you and spin you around he was so happy. But he couldn’t, not with other fans there. And no one but his members knowing he had found his soulmate. Instead he just held both of your hands and smiled up at you. “These messages mean so much to me, I never want to go a day without them. I hope they mean a lot to you too.”
The crew was urging you to move on, though neither of you wanted to walk away from one another. But as you headed up the stairs to exit the venue, your phone buzzed in your pocket once again. It was Taehyun.
[Tae]: My name is Noh Taehyun, and I’m your soulmate. Gosh it feels good to finally say that…Meet me out back in 15 minutes? I’ll let security know you’re with me
Scrolling through your Snapchat, you watched a few stories to see what you were and also weren’t missing out on. Having seen enough of your friends and their drunk antics, you scrolled further down until you saw he had updated his story.
Your thumb hovered over Daniel’s name, rolling your eyes as you clicked it. A video playing of him, pretty intoxicated, dancing in the street while his friends just laughed at him. A soft smile coming over your lips as a few other funny videos played, but then your smile disappeared at the picture that was now on the screen.
It was Daniel in the backseat of what you’d hoped was an Uber with how drunk he and his friends were. He was cuddling close with his ex whom he’d told you he was done with. And sure, you two weren’t together, so you really couldn’t be mad at him for being with another girl. But you could see where this night was headed. Just like every other night Daniel got drunk like this, he’d surely be at your door within a few hours.
The buzzing of your phone from underneath your pillow woke you as you looked at the time. 3:15 am. Grabbing your phone you weren’t surprised to see Daniel’s photo bright on the screen.
“Hello?”
“Hi, sorry. Did I wake you?” His voice was soft, and you could tell he was smiling on his end.
“Yeah, but it’s not like you haven’t before.”
The line was silent for a minute, he could tell in your voice you weren’t exactly happy he was calling. But he still wanted to see you, and hoped you wouldn’t be opposed.
“Um, can I-”
“The key is under the doormat. Just don’t be too loud.”
Hanging up the phone you slid it back under your pillow, drifting off to sleep once again.
The sound of your door slowly opening briefly scared you, but then you remembered Daniel was coming over. Looking up you made eye contact with him as he took his shirt off, tossing it aside and walking toward your closet.
“What are you looking for?”
“Didn’t I leave clothes here?”
You looked at him slightly confused as you tried to remembered what had happened to them. “Oh, shit they are in the wash. Sorry.” He just smiled as he walked back towards your bed, kicking off his jeans before he climbed under the covers next to you. He tried to get close to you, but you kept your back to him. Hoping he would just understand to let you be. But intoxicated Daniel just couldn’t leave it alone.
“Are you mad? I’m sorry I came over so late, but. I just, I wanted to see you. It’s been a while since we’ve gotten together. I miss you.”
Sitting up you startled him as you couldn’t hold in your anger anymore. “You miss me? While you are out with your friends partying, hanging out with your ex. You miss me? You can come over whenever you know, it doesn’t have to just be after you’re done with your friends and have nothing else to do. It also doesn’t have to be after every time you get drunk and try to hook up with your ex who wants nothing to do with you. Making you remember that I exist.”
Daniel looked at you speechless, the alcohol also making his head a bit fuzzy as he tried to think about what you’d said. “Y/n what are you talking about?”
“I get it okay, we aren’t dating. I don’t even know what we are. But, if you are gonna show interest, then obviously I’m going to assume there is something between us. But then you blow me off all the time, hang out with your ex, who doesn’t want to be with you. You even said it yourself. You only come over when you are drunk and want company so you don’t have to go to sleep alone. I mean have you thought about how that makes me feel?”
Daniel just rubbed your back, not sure what to say. Knowing sorry wouldn’t cut it. “I, you’re right. I guess I haven’t thought about how that makes you feel. I’m sorry. But, it’s late, don’t get too worked up right now. I can go sleep on the couch if you want.”
He moved to get up but you stopped him, though you were mad you were too tired to care if he slept in your bed or not. Just rolling back over as he’d watched until he knew you fell asleep.
Daniel laid awake for what seemed like hours, thinking about what you had said. He didn’t have an explanation for why he only came over drunk, or after his ex turned down his attempts to get close with her. He really did like you, especially after you’d put up with him doing this for so long. By now he thought you would just ignore his calls, but he was glad you hadn’t. Though he knew after tonight, this might be his last chance at fixing things going forward.
Though Daniel told you he was going to change, to stop the drunk calls asking to come over. That he was going to actually spend time with you and try to make up for lost time. You’d yet to see it happen. Not bothering to reach out, you’d done your part for so long, if he wanted to see you or talk to you. He needed to reach out, because at this point you were over trying to keep up with him.
Another night with your phone buzzing under your pillow, Daniel’s photo covering the screen. No surprise. You thought about not answering, but then he’d leave a voicemail, and you’d end up listening to it anyways...
“Hello?”
“Oh, um, hi.” Daniel was a bit taken back by your tone when you answered. “Can I come over?”
“If you’re drunk, don’t bother. I’m done with this shit Daniel. Why don’t you just go home and go to bed, that’s what you need right now. Not to see me.”
Though you told him not to bother, you knew how Daniel could get when he was drunk. Being stubborn he would show up at your door anyways. Only to find you’d removed the spare key from under the doormat. With it being so late you’d hoped that he would know better than to make noise and knock, just send a text to ask you to let him in. Which he surprisingly did.
[Daniel]: Where’s the key?
Opening the door you gave him a bit of a scare, but you were more surprised to see that he wasn’t drunk. Not stumbling over, hair a mess, with a sloppy smile as you’d greeted him. He laughed a bit as he noticed your confusion to him not being drunk.
“I, thought a lot about what you said. And, you’re right. So, I’m coming over, sober, to spend time with you. Not because I don’t want to go to sleep alone, or because my ex turned me down. Because I really do want to see you and be with you.” Daniel stepped inside as his voice got a bit deeper, more sincere as you’d taken a step back. Crossing your arms over your chest, as if still not sure about his words.
“Look, if you’re just doing this because I got upset the other day. And because of what I said, then, just don’t. Save us both the time and just, go. I don’t need you playing with my emotions anymore.”
Without warning Daniel grabbed your waist, pulling you close as his lips crashed against yours. His left hand cupping your cheek as your hands held tight to his shirt. Sure you and Daniel had kissed before, a few of his drunken episodes ended in brief make out sessions between you two. There was no denying that you two had feelings for each other. Your feelings often expressed more than his. But his were there, he just finally decided to act on them.
“This is not only because of what you said. I wouldn’t do that, just show up and do this because you want me to. I needed you to be harsh with me, to make me own up to being an ass. Getting drunk all the time, only showing up when I was lonely. Not that I didn’t want to see you, I just-”
“Daniel, no offense. But just stop talking. I get it.”
The two of you laughed as you grabbed his shirt, pulling him further into your apartment as your lips found his once again. Daniel smirking into the kiss as he grabbed at your legs, picking you up as he carried you to your room.
My first time writing for Wanna One. Sorry if that ending isn’t the best? Though Daniel is of age and everything I still feel weird about writing full on smut for the of age members of Wanna One. So I just kept this one as implied :)
summary: haechan is NCT School of Sports & Arts newest quarterback and football is the only thing on his mind, until he meets you
a/n: I know the gif is an exo gif but I wanted a football gif for this and there aren’t any football gifs related to haechan
“Haechan. Haechan? Mr. Lee!”
Haechan’s history teacher’s voice echoed off the walls of the classroom as he snapped his head up and out of his playbook. Everyone around him just laughing to themselves as the teacher approached Haechan’s seat.
“While I am happy you are reading, football plays aren’t exactly what you need to know for this class. So, for now,” taking the book from his hands, the teacher began to walk back towards his desk.
“Hey you can’t do that! I need to know those plays by Friday!”
“Well you are not using my class time to study football plays.”
Haechan huffed as he sunk down in his seat, crossing his arms firmly across his chest. “You can have this back after class. Now, please open your history book to page 247 and begin reading for us.”
The final bell of the day ringing was music to Haechan’s ears. It meant history class was over and he could finally get out on the football field.
‘Mr. Lee, a word.”
Sighing as he had hoped he was in the clear, he turned around per his teacher’s request and stepped toward his desk.
“Don’t let me see this playbook in my class again. I don’t want to have to tell coach you’re using class time for football related things. I know you’re our starting quarterback, but that doesn’t mean you get special treatment.”
Without saying a word Haechan took the book and quickly made his way out of the room and down the hall. Not wanting to stop to talk to anyone, just needing to get to the football field. But as he quickly turned the corner that would lead him towards the locker rooms, he couldn’t react fast enough before he smacked right into you.
“Ow! Just what I need a bruised forehead.”
Haechan looked down at you and his anger from before somewhat diminished while you just rubbed your head.
“I’m sorry, I, I shouldn’t have been rushing down the hall like that. Here, let me help you.” Extending a hand, which you gladly accepted, Haechan helped you to your feet and flashed you a nervous smile.
“Um, are you okay?” He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as you chuckled.
“Yeah, I’ll survive. Thanks.” A soft smile came over your lips as you adjusted your backpack on your shoulders.
The hallway grew quiet as neither one of you had anything to say, things becoming awkward fast.
“I’m Haechan by the way.” Again you laughed. Haechan was the quarterback of the football team, it was kind of hard not to know him.
“I know who you are. I’m-” “Hey, dude come on! We’re gonna be late. Let’s go!”
Before Haechan could say anything his teammate was pulling him down the hall and out of sight. But before heading through the locker room doors, he managed to get one last look at you.
As he slid on his pads Haechan couldn’t stop thinking about you. He’d never seen you before, but he was happy he did today. He wished he would have gotten your name. But you probably wouldn’t want to see him again, not after he smacked into you the way he did. Why was he so awkward when it came to girls? He was great out on the football field, never nervous, calm cool and collected. But today, standing in front of you, he wasn’t sure but he thought he felt his hands shaking.
“Dude! Come on!”
Snapping out of his thoughts Haechan quickly pulled his practice jersey over his head and grabbed his helmet.
Running out onto the field Haechan was sure the coach was ready to kill him. Haechan was never late to practice, in fact he was always first on the field. But today he was the last, and his coach didn’t look happy.
“Haechan, you want to explain why you are late?”
“It’s not a good enough excuse for being late sir, it, it won’t happen again.”
The coach just nodded, not wanting to waste time yelling while there were plenty of things to go over and only a short time to do it.
Splitting up for drills, Haechan headed with his group and just tried to rid his mind of any distractions and just focus on football. But as he called for his first snap and completely missed the ball, he realized that it would be harder than he thought.
He laughed it off, insisting he just hadn’t warmed up as he reset and called for another snap. This time catching the ball but overthrowing it by a mile.
“Shit!”
Haechan cursed under his breath as his coach groaned from the side. “Come on man, what’s gotten into you? You can’t be doing stuff like this, we have a huge game Friday. Let’s go.”
Haechan’s receiver tried his best to calm him down, unsure himself what had gotten into the young quarterback, but nothing seemed to work. After about five missed snaps, ten overthrows, and enough sacks to leave Haechan beaten and bruised, his coach had had enough.
“Haechan, get over here.”
Haechan sighed, knowing this wasn’t going to be a nice talk. “What the hell has gotten into you! Do you realize that Friday is the biggest game of the season? And you’re out here acting like you’ve never played football before! You get your shit together, or, or you’re not playing Friday.”
Haechan threw his helmet at the turf as his coach walked away, making sure to let a few obscenities slip out as he did.
Haechan had never wanted football practice to end more than he did today. While taking off his gear he just ignored the comments and remarks from his teammates. Just wanting to get changed and go home, try and forget about the awful practice he had. Closing his locker with a slam, he threw his backpack over his shoulder and practically ran out of the locker room.
Turning the corner he quickly jumped back as he almost ran into, you. Again!
“Hey, at least you stopped yourself this time.” You playfully smiled up at him as he halfheartedly smiled back. “Everything okay? You look, a little beat up to be honest. I thought you played quarterback, aren’t you supposed to not get hit?”
Haechan couldn’t help but laugh at your comment, the tone of your voice cute while you looked him up and down. “Yeah well, let’s just say I wasn’t on my game today.”
As he started off down the hall, you figured you could join him and leave a different way today because Haechan just seemed like he needed some company.
“You know I never got you your-” “It’s y/n. We actually had a class together, but then you switched out of it.”
“That music class? That class was boring! I thought we would just get to listen to music and chill, I didn’t think we’d have to talk about it and write about it. Plus it wasn’t even good music!”
Shaking your head you just laughed as Haechan had seemed to cheer up a bit. “So, how did you know who I was? Besides us having class for like, a day. You must come to a lot of the football games?”
“No.” Haechan’s smile faded as you shot him down. “I’ve actually never been to a game. I don’t really like football to be honest. I just know you because everyone talks about how you’re gonna lead our team back to a championship.”
Haechan stopped in his tracks and stared at you. “You’ve never come to a game? But we’re undefeated! Why wouldn’t you want to come to see that?”
You shrugged laughing. “I don’t know, I just, I think football is boring?”
He grabbed his heart as if showing how hurt he was by your comment. “Tell you what. You come to the game Friday night, and I promise that you will never say football is boring again.”
You playfully groaned at Haechan just to mess with him. “Do I have to paint my face like everyone always does? Or make a sign?”
“No, you don’t have to. You could paint my number on your face if you want. Maybe bring me some good luck?”
Haechan smirked up at you only making you roll your eyes. “Oh please, like you need luck. But, I’ll think about coming to the game. I gotta go. I’ll see you around?”
Haechan just sighed in defeat and smiled as you walked away. You definitely were something else, but he liked that. And he was determined to win you over.
NCT School of Sports & Arts (The bios are meant to be funny, don’t take them seriously)
Just an idea @k-stagram and I had. We may or may not turn these ideas into scenarios, we thought of possibly doing that. But for now, just enjoy these IG pages. (I made these IG pages just for fun, the bios are meant to be jokes.)
Let me know if you want us to write scenarios for any of the members based off of/inspired by their IG pages/sports! (And let me know which member/members)
Meet the students:
(I’ve put either myself or kayla next to the member we already have ideas for and that we will for sure be writing for/about)
i have a lot of feelings about quarterback!donghyuck ok
whenever he has free time he’s writing down plays in this slightly beat up orange composition book
what can i say? his head’s in the game
during off season, when the other members of the football team join the wrestling team to get in that good workout, haechan works out alone in the football team’s private on campus gym because it gives him time to think and sometimes he’ll think of something to put in his infamous notebook
his coaches give a lot of input, for sure, but he’s got some real talent at playing the field and figuring out other team’s weaknesses so they generally trust him
youngest QB the National College Terrafirma (NCT) has ever had and probably one of the (if not the) youngest collegiate QBs in the country
he’s just...really dedicated to being QB because he’s in NCT due to a football scholarship, it’s basically his world
majors in theater, though, and likes to sing for money at a few local restaurants when he gets the chance because he’s got a nice voice
basically he only hangs with this almost elite group of NCT students (student-athletes, really, the arts population is far less than the athletic population, to be fair) that’s just him and 8 other guys and haechan doesn’t really let anyone else in
anyways you come into the picture and almost immediately mess up haechan’s whole bubble of a world
you’re only in his Media and Methods: Performing class but that’s already too damn much for him because you sit by him and don’t shut the fuck up
“hey donghyuck how does one switch facial expressions fast enough to-”
“don’t call me that”
“what do you want me to call you? number 61?”
“i’d rather you not speak to me at all, yeah”
“alright, well, anyways, number 61, i just don’t get how-”
“it’s haechan to you”
after class or more often after practice or whatever when he meets with him friends he always takes a good amount of time to complain about you because you grate on his nerves so damn much that it’s taking his mind off of more important things
“dude you never shut up about them, are you sure you don’t like them or something?”
“i only like football, dumbass”
“yeah, maybe it’s time for you to start playing a different kind of field, you know what i mean?”
“mark i’ll kick you out of here i swear to god if you keep saying dumb shit like this”
“i’m your roommate”
“do i look like i fucking care”
you don’t really distract him though, he just takes out some of his annoyance with losing games or not feeling like he’s doing his best on the field out on you without realizing
and truth is, he thinks you’re pretty cute and that’s all new to him because he hasn’t dated anyone since he started playing football back in freshman year of high school
it makes him nervous - you make him nervous
you know though - you get it, you have your own sport to worry about too and sometimes it gets too much for you
you just can’t help but wish that your cute seatmate in M&M:P would act nice or even civil to you for once
this continues for all of the fall semester of your freshman and his sophomore year and for a small portion of the spring semester before he starts getting a little... mean to you rather than just cold and one day you just kind of
break because your season hasn’t been going great and it’s been hard keeping your grades up high and you kinda miss home sometimes and on top of that haechan just can’t seem to be nice for once and it’s too damn much
you basically just run out of the lecture not caring about the consequences, missing haechan’s panicked look aimed at your back
while trying to keep your tears in before running out of the building to just practically slide into sitting under the nearest tree, not caring how you look because it’s college - nobody around you really cares because half of them are hopped up on coffee and the rest just...couldn’t give two shits
you’re glad, honestly, because you’d rather cry in peace
you don’t even get that though, damn it, because haechan lee, quarterback extraordinaire, one of the most well known and mildly revered NCT students, and the one person you just don’t want to see ever again at this point, is standing right over you, his shadow and the tree’s shadow completely covering you
tbh you shove your head between your knees, hoping he’ll go away instead of torment you further
“get the fuck away from me”
“i’m not going until you quit crying”
“should’ve thought about that before you made me cry, haechan”
“call me donghyuck”
you’ll admit that that shocks you enough to where your tears stop falling and you raise your head, because you’ve long since learned that only his friends are allowed to call him his real name
he’s looking away though, his face is kind of stricken and when he looks back at you and notices that there’s still tears on your face
he moves to brush them away and his heart can’t help but break when you flinch just a little at his touch, he pulls away lightning fast
“i’m really, really fucking stupid”
“yeah, i noticed that, donghyuck, trust me”
“i’m also really, really fucking sorry”
“sorry doesn’t cut it”
“does a free meal, though?”
“...depends on what restaurant we’re talking. and you can’t be a piece of shit to me anymore, that’s definite”
“i wasn’t planning on it”
highkey lowkey he’s really awkward and you are too because yeah, he made you cry, but you can tell that’s he’s not an ass, he’s just inexperienced at whatever he’s feeling or dealing with and while you don’t just forgive him, you’re willing to warm up to him
so you wipe away the rest of your tears on the back of your old sweatshirt and send him a half hearted smile and a yes at his idea of a ‘lunch date’
he can’t help but think that he’s really glad to be the reason you’re smiling, even if it’s not a huge or happy smile
haechan wants to be the reason more often, he realizes
you give him your number and he gives you his, both of you ditching the rest of M&M:P because neither of you can be bothered to go back and heading back to your respective dorms
that night, haechan talks about you to all of his friends again, except his words are a little different
“..so yeah, they’re not as bad as i thought, i guess, or as annoying or whatever, and we’re going out to lunch in a couple days”
“only you can score a date after making them cry, honestly, you asshole”
“at least i can score a date, yuta”
“he has you there, man”
“shut up winwin”
over time it goes from “they’re not that bad” to “i’ve never laughed that hard at something somebody’s said in my life, not even at mark’s dumb comments” to “fuck, i think i’m whipped”
“i thought you only loved football”
“football can share”
from the upperclassman who made you bawl and bail in a performance class to a doting boyfriend who insists that you wear his jersey and who can’t help but find you for a kiss or two after defeat after stunning defeat by the NCT team under the friday night lights every week
donghyuck lee is all yours
neither of you could be happier
(although the boys still tease him, sometimes, about how you two got together - he grins and bears it though, because most of the time you’re reclining against him and nestled under his arm on the couch when they make fun of y’all)
can you guys tell that i’m...emotional over the idea of donghyuck as a quarterback because i’m emotional over the idea of donghyuck as a quarterback there are some FEELINGS
thank you so much @fishtaeils for the tag! I’ve never done one like this before!
RULES: Answer the questions and tag 10 people
FIRST:
FIRST GROUP YOU LISTENED TO: exo
FIRST SOLO ARTIST YOU LISTENED TO: g-dragon
FIRST GROUP WHOS NAME YOU KNEW: bigbang
FIRST BIAS EVER: kai (exo)
FIRST SONG THAT MADE YOU EMOTIONAL: tbh I cannot remember super far back to when I first started listening…as far back as I can remember though would be young forever -bts (but lol I just watched got7’s new mv today and I cried a lot and idk why)
TOP 3:
TOP 3 FAVORITE MALE GROUPS: exo, ikon, bts
TOP 3 FAVORITE FEMALE GROUPS: blackpink is the only girl group i really listen to (i listen to others but like casually)
TOP 3 SOLO ARTIST: hyuna, sik-k, dean
TOP 3 CHOREOGRAPHY: the eye (infinite), the eve (exo), jelly (hotshot)
HONORABLE MENTIONS: literally any vixx choreo, nct’s choreo as well, and produce 101 season 2 had some really great choreo in my opinion
TOP 3 BIASES: taehyun, jooheon, hanbin
TOP 3 FANDOMS: army, exo-l, monbebe
TOP 3 FAVORITE SONGS OF ALL TIME: el dorado (exo), highlight (seventeen), error (vixx)
literally top 3 is so hard ugh
ULTIMATES:
ULTIMATE MALE BIAS: currently lol, noh taehyun (hotshot/jbj)
ULTIMATE FEMALE BIAS: lisa (blackpink)
i tag @tinytaehyun @smowmallows @k-stagram @hcechans @jaywalkingmylifeaway @byungjoo @nohteahyun @days-of-our-kpop @exollifeisbetter (i only tagged 9 oops, but I tagged people I feel like I interact with a lot)
