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heryoungho · 3 years
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hihi! i’ve been getting a little bit of writer’s block lately haha i just have no idea what to write, so if you guys could help me out by requesting anything that would be great! i write for all units, all genres including smut/nsfw is accepted for all members EXCEPT chenji :) don’t be shy! i dont bite ^^
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heryoungho · 3 years
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Hehe hi there!! :3 I'd like to request for a scenario in which you and Yangyang have grown closer and have shared intimate moments together, but it's also on & off because you've been emotionally abused in your previous relationship (YY doesn't know). It's not that Yangyang doesn't treat you well, it's just that you're a lil scared since that event :( After reading ice ice baby i rly wanna see more of your work, your writing is brilliant and rly touched me heart 🥺😭 thankiew and take care!! 💖
hi anon! im so sorry this took so long to write, but here it is! i hope you like it, and this was really a fun scenario for me to write, it’s def something different than what i’m used to, but in a good way! pls let me know what you think :)
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warnings description of an emotionally abusive relationship, mentions of suicide, some dark themes (nothing too explicit though)
The relationship between you and Yangyang was...complicated, to say the least.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, because you did, you really did, but that sickening feeling in your stomach just wouldn’t go away. Yangyang had been your close friend for 3 years, you two had done nearly everything together and it was a strange sight to see either of you alone because of how attached you two were. Your friendship with him had gotten a little rocky when you started dating your ex, Jihoon. Tall, buff, and handsome, he was the perfect man in your eyes, but in the eyes of others, not so much. The red flags had gone completely over your head, and not even your friends telling you he was being weird wasn’t enough to warn you. 
Jihoon was nice to you, for the most part, he took you out on dates and called you pretty, but that was only what the public saw. Behind closed doors, he transformed into another person. If he saw you with another guy, especially Yangyang, he would get angry and jealous and accuse you of cheating on him, and whenever you denied, he would ignore you. The only way to make it up to him was if you agreed to stop being friends with them. No texting, no calls, no hanging out, and for some reason that was beyond your knowledge, you agreed, cutting off all of your guy friends for Jihoon. You didn’t really put much thought into that, knowing how jealous boyfriends can be and that eventually he’ll get over it, but he didn’t. It got worse. 
He began to control what you wore, what you did, and how you acted, and if you tried to refute any of his words, he would guilt trip you, saying that you don’t love him and that he’s such a terrible person. He was right in that last part. The relationship only lasted a couple of months, and when you finally had enough of it, you broke it off, not letting his multiple threats of suicide phase your decision any longer. The worst part of it all was that no one knew because Jihoon had made you cut off all of your friendships, leaving you to suffer all by yourself. 
You thanked your angels that Yangyang reached out to you one day, and slowly but surely, you rekindled your friendship with him, the boy still blissfully unaware of what you had gone through because you were too scared and ashamed to tell anyone. It didn’t take long for you to develop a huge crush on your best friend, and that’s where things got bad.
You don’t know how it happened, but it did. One minute you were at a party with Yangyang and your shared group of friends, 4 shots in from the game of flip cup you had played with them, and the next minute you were in his bed, naked sweaty bodies mingled together and lips locked in a dirty makeout session. When you woke up the next morning, you saw Yangyang next to you, sleeping like a baby, the both of you still naked, and let’s just say the alcohol wasn’t the only thing that made you run to the toilet to vomit. 
It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal, right? It was just a drunk hookup, things like that happened all the time in life...Well, maybe not for someone who just got out of an emotionally abusive relationship. All of those moments lead up to the one you were in right now, Yangyang sat across from you on your bed after he had texted you saying that he wanted to talk to you. 
“__, can I just say something?” He asked cautiously, and you simply nodded, not having said a word the entire time he was here. His eyes were so warm and inviting, just like how they’ve always been.
“Okay, so, I don’t really know how to say this, but I like you. I really fucking like you, __, and you don’t know how mad I was to see you dating that asshole Jihoon because he did nothing but treat you like shit. About the party, I know I was drunk, but no part of what happened was only because of that. Every kiss and every word I said to you, I meant it. I’ve been in love with you for years, but I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way.” He took a deep breath, not noticing how fast he was talking that he nearly forgot to breathe. His eyes scanned over your face for any signs of emotion, but that was exactly how Jihoon had left you: emotionless. 
Yangyang didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for you to let out a sob and practically throw yourself into his arms. When he said he loved you, that was all it took for you to realize that you were in love with him too, but you were so fucking broken from Jihoon that just the thought of being in another relationship scared you to death. He didn’t say anything, just letting you cry into his shoulder as his hands rubbed soothing patterns on your back, a piece of his heart breaking from hearing you sound so distressed. 
Once your tears dried up and you were able to breathe normally again, you sat back, looking at Yangyang with red, puffy eyes. “Yangyang, of course I like you. You’re the most important person in my life, and I wasn’t upset about what happened at the party, because I meant it too. I love you, Yangyang, but I’m scared...Jihoon...he…” You trailed off, and that was enough for anger to light up in Yangyang’s veins. He placed his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks so you looked directly in his eyes. “__, what the fuck did he do to you?” Yangyang asked in a low voice, and you could tell he was pissed off from the slight tremor in his words. 
You laid it all out to Yangyang, from the first part to the last, you told him everything Jihoon did to you, and this was the first time you told someone about your story, but you felt like a thousand pound weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Yangyang didn’t say a word, listening closely to what you told him, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes would darken or his jaw would tighten as the things you told him got worse and worse. When you finished telling him, his hands reached out for yours, gently holding them and cradling your hands like you were the most fragile thing he’s ever touched. 
“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He said quickly, moving to stand up, but you squeezed his hands, keeping him in place. “No, Yangyang, he’s not worth it.” You tried to plead with him, running your thumbs across his hands to calm him down. He froze when he saw the sincere look in your eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath, and pulling you in for a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, nearly suffocating you as your face was shoved into his shoulder, but you didn’t mind it at all, wrapping your arms around his waist. 
“You didn’t deserve any of that, __. I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone, and I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you.” He said in almost a whisper, his voice so soft that you could feel tears burning in your eyes, but they were happy tears this time. “I know it’s gonna take some time, but I want to make this right, I want us to work out. I’ll go at your pace, okay? And I’ll do everything in my power to pick up every piece he broke. I would never hurt you, __, do you understand that?” 
You pulled away from his embrace, that last sentence cutting through your heart like a freshly sharpened knife because that was exactly what Jihoon told you, but deep down inside, you knew Yangyang wasn’t like him, and he would never be like him. 
Sniffing and blinking your tears away, you raised a shaky pinky in between you and Yangyang. “Promise?” You asked in a tiny voice, a slight crack breaking up your words because of the tears you were holding back. Yangyang looked down and smiled, bringing up his pinky to lock it with yours, and he caught you off guard when he cupped your cheek with his other hand, pressing a kiss to each trail of your tears underneath your eyes, then your nose, then your lips. He leaned his forehead against yours before speaking again.
“Promise.”
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heryoungho · 3 years
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i came up with some ideas for a bad boy!jaemin fic & a racer!yangyang fic hehe *rubs hands together*
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heryoungho · 3 years
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I loved the yangyang fic, do you have more jobs? I tried searching the master list but I didn't find anything :c
hi! thank u so much angel 🥺 i dont have any other works as of now but im planning on writing a jaemin fic soon! and once i figure out how to make a masterlist ill def do that too <33
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heryoungho · 3 years
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ice, ice, baby
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pairing liu yangyang x fem!reader
genre hockey player!yangyang, college au, strangers to friends to lovers, fluff, tiny bit of angst
word count 18k (im so sorry LOL)
tag list @nshitae​, @doyoungsarabbit​, @kittycatasaurus​, @blackjinhwan, @losterthanlost​, @neocityscape​, @jaeismytamtation​, @earthtospecs​
a/n AHH im so sorry this took so long to publish! writing a fic in the middle of finals week was not a good idea NSHDFH but honestly im super happy with the way this came out and thank you guys for showing your excitement for it! as soon as i saw the 90s love mv i knew i had to write something for it, so here it is! special shoutout to my lovely friends for keeping me motivated and proofreading everything! i couldnt have done this without yall :) please reblog, like, and comment, and enjoy!
Liu Yangyang
Everybody on campus knew that name, the sweet, kind-hearted goalie on the hockey team. The boy who always had a smile on his face and would help anyone in a heartbeat. You had heard of him numerous times, mostly from girls who would brag about their infatuation with him, and you couldn’t help yourself from falling for him as well. It wasn’t your fault, he was so handsome, always the class clown and making a joke out of anything, and when your eyes would meet, you got butterflies in your stomach.
That was about as far as it went, though, you were a freshman and he was a sophomore, sitting on opposite ends of the room in your shared English class, and you already knew he was way out of your league. He radiated confidence, and that turned him into a total chick magnet, which brings you to your next problem.
Yangyang was a huge flirt. He didn’t even try to hide it, with the way he would wink at the girls in your class or lean in to whisper something in their ear that made them blush. Sure, it hurt, knowing that you would never be in their place, hell Yangyang barely knew you existed, but a little day dreaming won't kill you.
As much as you tried to get over your crush on him, it only grew stronger, haunting you throughout your entire freshman year of college, and not even random guys you matched with on Tinder could help you get over him.
Fast forward a year, you’re in your sophomore year, and with your luck, you found yourself in class with Yangyang, again. This time it’s for chemistry, which took mercy on you with the way Yangyang was constantly around his teammate who’s name you later found out was Ten, so at least you could focus on your class, right?
Wrong.
Your professor had assigned a 2 week partner project, and when he called your name, followed by Yangyang’s, you wanted to scream. He looked at you with a bright smile on his face, grabbing his stuff to come and sit next to you. You awkwardly shifted in your seat when he moved his legs so he was facing you, getting all up in your personal space.
“Hey, you look familiar, have we met before?” He said with an obvious flirty tone in his voice. You wanted nothing more than to die that very moment, but there was no escaping him. Nodding at him, you cleared your throat. “We had english last year with Mrs. Jeong.” His eyes lit up at that, snapping his fingers as he suddenly remembered you.
“Yeah, you’re __, right? You always got 100’s on the essays!” You smiled faintly at that, now knowing that you weren’t completely transparent to him. Working up the courage to look at him, you nervously twirled your pen between your fingers. “Yup, that’s me.” You said in a slightly unenthusiastic voice, trying to make yourself seem unfazed by him.
Yangyang chuckled at that, leaning in slightly, examining your face. “You’re cute, how come I’ve never seen you at my games before?”
Dropping your pen, you took in a sharp inhale at his words. Classic Yangyang. “Um, sports were never really, like, my thing.” He pouted at you, leaning in closer. “Hmm, sucks, I would have enjoyed seeing you in the bleachers.” You couldn’t even stop the blood from rushing to your cheeks when he said that, and the wink that followed only made it worse. You rolled your eyes at him, about to say something smart back to him before you were interrupted by your professor dismissing the class, thanking your guardian angel that you could get away from him. Not that you didn’t enjoy the attention he was giving to you, but because every time he looked at you with bedroom eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat, lingering feelings threatening to spill over.
You sprung up in your seat, putting your things away in your bag in a fake hurry, but Yangyang stopped you from sprinting out of the door. He asked for your number, which you quickly typed in his phone, and a proud smirk worked its way onto his face. “So, should we start today, to get it out of the way?” He asked, slinging his bag over his shoulder. You nodded at him, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Sure, what time?”
He smiles at you again, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t make your knees go weak. “My last class ends at 12:50, and Coach cancelled practice today, so I’m free all day.” The two of you started to walk out of the room, him leaning on the wall next to you in the hallway. “Mine ends at 12:30, so I guess I’ll wait for you at the quad?” You suggest, nervously biting your lip. His eyes dart to that, pink tongue peeking out to lick at his lips. “Sounds good, my place or yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
You suddenly remembered the mess of clothes that was in your room, so you quickly chose his place. “Cool, I’ll text you my room number next class, okay?” And you nodded at him, thanking the heavens that one of his teammates called him over, telling him that they’re gonna be late. He bid a quick goodbye to you, and you waved at him, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.
You watched him walk away, dapping up his friend and getting lost in the crowd of people, and you shook your head to get rid of the thoughts of him in your head.
Making your way over to the library, you set your feet up on the table in the computer lab that was luckily empty, opening your phone to check your social media. A notification came up from your screen, an unsaved number with a room number that you knew was Yangyang. You liked the message and quickly created a contact for him, putting a little hockey emoji next to his name.
Not even a second later, he texted you again.
Yangyang [10:46am] hey :)
You [10:46am] hi
You sighed, knowing that Yangyang knew he had your attention, and he would run with it.
Yangyang [10:47am] im bored in class :(
You [10:47am] that sucks, which class is it?
Yangyang [10:47am] history -_-
You [10:48am] you’ll live, yangyang. ur in class, get off your phone
Yangyang [10:48am] i could say the same to you, teachers pet xD
You [10:48am] omg haha youre sooo funny (sarcasm)
You [10:48am] i have a free period right now, dummy
There’s a moment of silence from Yangyang’s end, and you assume he’s either been yelled at to put his phone away or he’s decided to pay attention. Just as you put your phone down, another text comes in.
Yangyang [10:52am] wya?
You [10:52am] in the library enjoying the amazing service :P
Yangyang [10:53am] ooo sounds fun, mind if i join?
You [10:54am] yangyang please do not cut class and come up here
He leaves you on read, and that’s when you know he’s already asked to use the bathroom as an excuse to leave. You start to internally panic when you realize you’re about to be alone with Yangyang, so you take out your notebook and try to make it look like you’re busy doing something. Right as you do that, you see Yangyang turn the corner of the library, his backpack slung on his shoulder as a sign that he definitely didn’t plan on going back to class. 
Your heartbeat speeds up as he heads over to you with that smile on his face, plopping down in the seat next to you, facing you and saying “Hey.” You nervously say “Hi” back and start rewriting your notes from chem, trying your best to ignore the boy next to you. He awkwardly drums his fingers on the table, looking at you and leaning in, resting his chin on your shoulder.
You try not to flinch as he does that, and when his overpowering scent of Axe hits your nostrils, you hold back a laugh. It’s exactly what you imagine he’d smell like-not that you’ve thought about what he smelled like or anything.
“Whatcha doin’?” He whispers in your ear, making you jump back a bit, coming face to face with him and he’s a little too close for your liking.  Leaning back slightly, you nervously tap your pen against the book, avoiding any and all eye contact with him, opting to look at his shoes.
“Um, I was just rewriting my notes from chem, since they were kind of messy.” He giggles at that, leaning on his elbow on the table. “I’m glad I have you as my partner, ya know. You’re smart, and Coach Park told me if I failed chem he would kick me off the team!” Yangyang scans your face for any reaction, but when he doesn’t find any, he playfully knocks the pen out of your hand, holding it above his head and leaning back all the way in his chair. You snap your head at him, a surprised look on your face as to why the hell he just took your pen. Before you could do anything, he spoke again.
“Didn’t you say this was your free period? Relax a little, I wanna talk to you.” Those bedroom eyes are back, a lazy grin on his face and you roll your eyes at him, getting up. “Yangyang, give me my pen back!” You whisper yelled at him, climbing him to get your pen that was way out of your reach behind his head. His laughs filled the room, leaning back further and with the way you were on him, it looked like something suggestive was gonna happen.
“Whoa, slow down, let me take you on a date first!” Yangyang said with a smirk, and you smacked the top of his head as soon as he said that, snatching your pen from his hand and sitting back down. He kept laughing while he held his head, a few “Ow”s coming out of him as he rubbed it.
“Yangyang, did you come up here just to bother me?” You huffed, crossing your arms at him, an annoyed tone in your voice. He jutted out his bottom lip, sliding down to lay his upper body on the table and he looked up at you with puppy eyes. “No, I just wanted to get to know you.” Yangyang’s long fingers take your pen once again, drawing little shapes and whatnot on the side of your notebook.
You let a deep sigh escape your lips and you turn your legs to face him, letting Yangyang get his way. He sits up and smiles at you, flashing you with his adorable teeth. How were they so straight?
“So, are you a junior too?” 
“I’m a sophomore.”
“Cool, cool…wait, how are you taking chemistry if you’re a sophomore?” He looks at you with furrowed brows, your pen still between his fingers.
You sit back and cross your legs, finally relaxing in his presence. “I take a lot of classes with upperclassmen since I got a lot of credits in high school,” You say proudly, and Yangyang looks at you with a surprised look on his face. “Okay, I see you, smart one.” He winks at you again, and you bite the inside of your cheek to hold back a smile.
“What about you, Liu? The ‘best goalie the Dinosaurs have ever seen’?” You say with air quotes, teasing him back. He folds his arms behind his head and leans back, a smug look painted on him. “Thanks for reminding me of that. My parents signed me up for hockey when I was like, 5, and I fell in love with it ever since. Just so happens that I’m really good at it too.” He grinned at you, casually shrugging his shoulders.
Usually you would have tuned out the sound of Yangyang bragging about himself, but with the way his eyes sparkled when you brought up hockey, maybe he wasn’t as egotistical as he seems. 
The two of you fill up the library with casual chatter about your professor and how annoying he is, discussing what element your project will be about, and you find it easier to talk to Yangyang than you thought. You carry the conversation like you’ve known eachother forever, and the sudden comfort lights a fire in your heart.
Yangyang taps his phone to check the time, and he nearly jumps out of his chair. “Shit, as much as I’d love to stay, I have class in a few minutes and if I cut that one too, I think Coach would actually have a heart attack and die.” You giggle at that, gathering your stuff and standing up with him. “No, it’s okay, I have my last class soon too.” You feel Yangyang staring at you when you reach down to grab your bag, him doing the same. 
There’s an awkward silence in the air as the two of you leave the library. Yangyang nudges at your shoulders when you step onto the campus, saying “See you later?” and you nod at him, watching him walk away, something you had a bad habit of doing. You see him look down at his phone, almost immediately after that you get a text from him, and it takes everything in you to not reply.
As much as you would love to keep talking to him, you wouldn’t let yourself get anymore whipped than you already were. Shoving your phone back in your pocket, you sigh and walk to your class, forcing yourself to pay attention to the subject and not think about Yangyang.
He does this with girls all the time, remember that. You’re not special, you’re just project partners, you tell yourself, letting go of any thoughts that something could ever happen between you. Yes, you had a big crush on Yangyang, but you knew better than to let yourself get involved with him because you knew you would end up hurt.
Since your class ended earlier than his, you walked over to the quad, enjoying the crunching sounds of the snow under your feet as you mindlessly walked around waiting for him. You hear footsteps approaching you from behind, and as soon as you bring your head up to look around, the soft explosion of a snowball on your back surprises you, and you whip around to see a doubled over Yangyang, laughing at you while making another one.  
“Yangyang!” You yell at him, frantically dusting the snow before your jacket gets wet, and you duck in time to miss his second shot. Two can play at this game, you say in your head and gather as much snow as you can make stick together and throw it at him, hitting him square in the head. He didn’t even seem to be bothered by it, his laugh ringing through your ears, and you hated the way the snow sparkled against his dark brown hair, making him look even cuter than he usually does.
He ran a hand through his hair and shook his head to get the excess off, walking over to you. “Sorry, you looked like the perfect target and I had to take my chance.” You roll your eyes at him, stuffing your now freezing hands in your pockets. “So, you ready to start this project?” And he nods his head at you, leading the way to his dorm. Somewhere in your conversation with him, he had mentioned that he had hot cocoa in his room that he could make for you, and you gladly accepted the offer. 
Once you get into his dorm, you put your stuff down and start setting up your laptop on his desk, looking back to see him rummage through his stuff and pull out two packets of hot cocoa for the both of you. You take a quick scan around his room, it’s cleaner than you expected and there’s a fancy gaming PC set up in one of the corners, rainbow lights coming from the keyboard.
“Marshmallows or no marshmallows?” He asks, holding up a bag of tiny marshmallows, and your eyes light up. “Marshmallows, please!” You say, perking your head up at him and he gives you a thumbs up, filling up two mugs with milk and popping them in the microwave, mixing the cocoa mix with marshmallows after. He shimmies his way over to you, whispering “Hot, hot, hot” to himself before putting the mugs down on the desk, blowing on his hands. Regaining his cool composure, he sits next to you, pushing your mug over to you and you thank him. 
You blow on the hot beverage briefly before taking a sip, letting the warm, sweet flavor sit in your mouth. Humming to yourself, you feel a pair of eyes watching you, and you’re not surprised when you look over and see Yangyang staring at you, a faint smile on his face. You cough to cover yourself from almost choking and you place your cup down, clearing your throat and pressing some keys on your laptop.
“Um, so, we’re doing sodium right? I’ll start setting up the slides and you can do research to answer the questions, okay?” Stammering over your words, you sigh in relief when Yangyang complies and occupies both his hands and his eyes with his laptop. It didn’t work entirely, though, every now and then you would feel him staring at you or playfully nudging your knee with his. It’s silent, too, which is weird, considering Yangyang is the biggest chatterbox you know. 
He glances between you and his laptop a few times before sitting up and facing you, and almost as he sensed that something was off, he spoke. “Hey, I texted you earlier, how come you didn't respond? You have your read receipts on, you know.”
You internally screamed at that, tensing up a little before looking at him from the corner of your eyes. “Oh, uh, I had to pay attention in class.” His eyes drop at that, nervously playing with his fingers. “Was I bothering you?” You immediately look at him with big eyes, a little piece of you hurting at his quiet tone. 
“No, no, that’s not it, trust me Yangyang, you don’t bother me at all.” Reassuring him with a smile, he looked up at you with a hopeful look in his eyes, and before things could get any further you changed the subject. “Hey, what info did you get so far? I wanna get through the first few slides before I call it a day.” He slides his laptop towards you, letting you quickly copy and paste his bullet points onto the slides, and you couldn’t lie, you were impressed. Yangyang was always a slacker in class, but he was really smart.
Once you finished, you clapped your hands together and said “Done!” to yourself, which also grabbed Yangyang’s attention, who was watching his hockey highlights on his phone. He exaggerated a sigh, raising his arms above his head and stretching them. “Finally! My brain is fried!” Scoffing at him, you closed your laptop and shifted in your seat to face him. “We only worked for an hour, Yangyang. I could have made you do more, but you seemed tired.” 
His eyes softened at your concern, and he gave you a warm smile, making your heart flutter. Running a hand through his hair, he played with his fingers again. “Yeah, I’m not usually at my best when I don’t practice. Whenever Coach cancels it, I just feel like a big blob of mleh.” He adds a gagging motion at the end, making you laugh.
“You really like hockey, huh?” You say in a soft voice, and his eyes sparkle at you, shaking his head a bit to get his long hair out of his eyes, he really needed a haircut. “I love hockey, I swear it’s the only reason why I’ve never even had a girlfriend because I’ve invested all my time into it-” You cough, cutting him off. “Wait, you’ve never had a girlfriend? Like EVER?”
A sly smile made its way onto Yangyang’s face, the boy leaning back in his chair. “Why, are you interested?” Immediately, you grab your pen and threaten to chuck it at him, making him flinch and cover himself with his hands. “Okay, okay, I take it back!” You lowered your pen, the both of you laughing at that. He looks up before he continues speaking. “I dunno, I guess I never really had time for a relationship, the only thing on my mind is hockey and how I can improve myself..” He trails off, crossing his arms, seemingly lost in thought.
Something about the way he was talking to you was endearing, biting your lip to hide a smile from creeping onto your lips. “Well, at least you’re doing something you love, right? It makes you happy, and that’s what matters.” You look up at him through your lashes, and he makes eye contact with you, puffing out his cheeks and pursing his lips. He smiles at you, turning his chair so he can extend his legs towards you. “Yeah, you’re right. I’ve never had someone tell me that before.” He says in a subtle tone, voice dropping an octave deeper and you’re pretty sure you’re blushing. Yangyang nudges at one of your feet with his, and you look down shyly, noticing how big his feet are next to yours. 
Before things get too far, you stand up and quickly put your things away, making up some excuse that you had some homework to catch up on just so you wouldn’t be under his gaze any longer. But of course, when you look back at him he’s staring at you intently with a look in his eyes that you can’t quite figure out. You clear your throat and start to walk by him, but you’re quickly stopped when he grabs your hand, and you have to hold back a flinch. “We’re working on this again tomorrow, right?”
You stand there in shock for a second, getting lost in the feeling of his hand, and you nod quickly. He looks up at you, turning in his chair so he’s facing you and he stands up, leaning on his shoulder on the wall and you can’t help but ogle at the way you have to look up at him when he’s right in front of you. Yangyang rubs the back of his neck before speaking. “I have practice tomorrow, from 1 to 3. I would say you could wait for me outside but I don’t think I want my partner to get frostbite..” You giggle at that, biting the inside of your cheek in anticipation at what he’s going to ask. You notice he’s a little nervous, his body tense. “So, like, would you mind staying for practice? It’s a bit cold in the rink, but I’ll bring a spare hoodie for you.” 
You look away for a second, having to hold in a scream at his offer, but you cover it by making it look like you’re pondering. You weigh your options, because honestly, did you really have anything better to do? You would have just probably watched Netflix or played dumb games on your phone, so you might as well go with him. Plus, you haven’t hung out with your friends Mark, Donghyuck, and Sungchan for a while, so it would be nice to spend some time with them...Not that you’re thinking about how cute Yangyang would look in his hockey uniform-
“Sure, I’ll stay,” His eyes light up at that, but he furrows his brows when you bring your finger up. “But on one condition! You have to make me another cup of that hot cocoa if I’m gonna freeze for you.” You say with a confident smile, and he mirrors your expression, tonguing at the inside of his cheek to stop himself from getting overly excited. Yangyang relaxes his shoulders, poking your nose and leaning down before saying “Deal.”
You two exchange a quick goodbye and you leave his dorm, taking a deep yet slightly shaky breath. You weren’t surprised that Yangyang was flirting with you, he does it all the time, but something about it felt genuine, like he was actually interested in you….No, that’s impossible. You shook your head, emptying the thoughts of him in your head and quickly headed to your dorm. Once you got in, you flopped down on your bed and stared up at your ceiling. 
This was going to be a long 2 weeks.
The next day seemed to drag on forever, time betraying you and making 5 minutes feel like 5 hours. Usually classes went by in a breeze, but you found yourself constantly checking the clock only to have the hands mock you. The only thing you could say made your day better was seeing your 3 best friends in psychology, and that’s when you remembered you would be seeing Yangyang later at practice. You didn’t want to spoil the surprise, though, so you kept your secret plans later to yourself. When it was time for chemistry, you and Yangyang had talked all throughout the class, him telling you cheesy pick up lines only to be met with a smart remark from you. You found yourself getting closer to him, time spent with him going from a nuisance to something you actually looked forward to, and you couldn’t even stop yourself from falling for him all over again. You would be meeting him again at the quad later, and the excitement made a smile form on your face.
The whole time you were waiting for him, you had butterflies in your stomach, and when you saw him walking towards you with a smile on his lips, you blushed. He had his bag full of his gear slung over one shoulder with his backpack on the other,
“Hey you,” He said with a wink, and you looked down meekly, noticing his flashy new sneakers, saying a little “Hi” in return. He had a glow to his face, obviously very happy to be going to practice. The two of you began to walk to the rink, and you couldn’t help but take a quick mental picture of his features, a black beanie over his head that pushed his dark hair into his eyes, slightly curly at the tips. “You look excited,” you comment, laughing at the way he had a little pep in his step.
He breathes in the cool winter air and looks down at you, smiling. “One day away from the rink might as well be one year. I’ve been waiting all day to practice, and I know my baby misses me too, right?” He turns his head, referring to his hockey stick that was poking out of his duffel bag. You laugh at him, subconsciously walking closer to him, and you didn’t even notice that you two had been speed walking when you see the doors to the rink right in front of you. 
Yangyang holds the door open for you, thanking him before stepping in but you didn’t miss the smirk he had on his face when you did. You look around, never having been in the rink before, and the countless amounts of gold trophies shining with the lights are bright enough to blind you. He walks you over to the entrance to the ice ring before he tells you he’s gonna go change, and you nod at him, walking into the chilly area. You shiver a bit, rubbing your hands against your arms and take a seat right next to the ice, and you turn your head when you hear some familiar voices approaching.
You see Mark, Donghyuck, and Sungchan walk out of the locker rooms all decked out in their hockey uniform and skates, and your eyes immediately meet. You run over to them, giving them all a big group hug, and their eyes light up in excitement, happy to see you. 
“__! What are you doing here?” Mark asks, his gloved hand still on your waist. You smile at him and take a quick look at his uniform, laughing at how bulky he looks. “I’m here with Yangyang, we’re partners for a project so I’m gonna wait here for him,” and that’s immediately followed by Donghyuck putting on a high pitched voice, going “Ooooh!”, apparently mocking you. You step away from Mark and punch Donghyuck in the arm, making him cry out in fake pain and of course, being over-dramatic, screaming “She hit me!” while rubbing his arm.
You roll your eyes at him and head over to a smiling Sungchan, leaning on the tall boy and placing your chin on his chest, looking up at him with big eyes. “Sungie, I swear, you’re the only normal one here,” you pout, and he pats the top of your head, ruffling your hair in the process. “I’m not saying it's about time you got a boyfriend, but that’s exactly what I’m saying,” he says with a cheeky smirk.
You knew Sungchan for the longest out of the trio, befriending him in your senior year of high school and you two have been inseparable ever since. Mark and Donghyuck came later, sharing your math class with them in freshman year, and eventually they all mingled together through hockey and that’s how your one and only friend group formed. 
Stepping away and crossing your arms at the boys, you give them a warning glare. “Remind me why I’m friends with all of you again?”
“Because you love us,” Mark butts in, but their attention focuses on something behind you, and that’s when you feel someone wrap their arm around your shoulder. You look up and see Yangyang extremely close to you, nodding at your friends with a tense jaw. They take that as a cue to leave, walking off and leaving the two of you alone. He walks you over to the seats of the bleachers and sits down, putting his skates on. “I didn’t know you knew the guys,” he says without looking at you. 
“Oh, me and Sungchan have been friends since high school, and I met Mark and Hyuck last year..” You trail off, noticing the way he was tense before you confirmed that the four of you were just friends. Once he’s done lacing up his skates, he looks at you with that same look in his eyes from yesterday, and you find yourself shrinking under his gaze. Your eyes dart around nervously, clearing your throat to break the silence and you smile at him, saying “Um, good luck at practice!” in hopes to change the subject.
Yangyang’s eyes light up and his mouth forms a small ‘o’ as he remembered something, reaching behind him and digging through his duffel bag and pulling out his team hoodie. It looks about 3 times your size, the school mascot displayed on the front and on the back, it says “LIU 24” with two hockey sticks crossed over each other. “Here, it’s kinda cold in here and you’re shivering.”
Your heart swells at his concern and you take the hoodie from him, noticing that your hands were indeed shaking from the low temperature in the room. Thanking him, you slide it on over your head and you nearly disappear with how big it is. He looks at you with a warm smile on his face, leaning in closer to you. “You look good in my clothes,” he says in a low voice and you shove at his shoulder, trying to hide your smirk. Before you could say anything back, the piercing sound of a whistle rang through your ears.
“Alright, ladies, if you’re not on the ice by the time I turn on all the lights, I’ll have your asses!” A tall man with dark hair yells, who you assume is Coach Park. His eyes scan over the rink before they land on you and Yangyang, and he immediately heads over, placing his hands on his hips.
“Liu, what the hell are you doing over here?” 
Yangyang rolls his eyes, looking up at his coach with big eyes. “I’m coming, jeez! I had to give my friend a hoodie because it’s the damn North Pole in here!” He complains, the older man sharpening his glare at him. He glances at you, then back to Yangyang. “Well, I didn’t approve of your ‘friend’ to be here, boy, you know you need to ask me if we can have watchers.”
“Coach, she’s my partner for a chemistry project, and didn’t you say if I failed that class you would kick me off the team?” He nodded, raising an eyebrow at Yangyang to see where he was going with this. Yangyang continues, “Well, if I had her wait outside, she would freeze to death, which means I would fail chem, and then you’d have to kick me out, and I don’t think you want to lose your star player in the middle of the season, now would you?” He flashes his coach with an award winning smile, and Coach Park’s glare only intensifies. 
You interrupt before he nearly rips Yangyang’s head off, obviously not fazed by his show. “I promise I won’t be an interruption, sir, consider me not here at all,” you say with an innocent smile, and his eyes soften at your proposal rather than Yangyang’s. He sighs, “Alright, she can stay, but if I catch you pulling any funny business, you’re on the bench for the rest of the season!” He says and walks away, Yangyang imitating him in a high pitched voice, making you giggle.
“Damn, who pissed in his Cheerios?” Yangyang chuckles at that, facing you again. “Coach is cool, he’s not as mean as he seems. He gives us tough love to make us better players, but honestly he’s like a second dad to me.” You smile at him, looking down and noticing how close his gloves hand is to yours, pinkies almost touching. He nudges at your shoulder again, “You’ll be okay here?” and you snap your head up, not even noticing that you were daydreaming. “Yeah, I’ll be fine, go get ‘em.”
Yangyang smiles at you before standing up and getting on the ice, joining his 6 other teammates who were already in their positions. Watching hockey practice wasn’t as boring as you thought it was, the sounds of metal scraping against ice, shouts, and hockey sticks hitting the pucks were quite intriguing. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through your phone, but Yangyang had other plans for you. When his coach wasn’t looking, he would look back at you and wink or wave just to make you blush, and he would do a little dance or make funny gestures behind his teammate’s backs just to make you laugh.
You also noticed that he would constantly look out for your reactions, as soon as he would block a score from being made or smack the puck back, he would look at you to make sure you saw him, earning a thumbs up from you in return. Yangyang was so passionate on the ice, a fiery glint in his eyes as he focused on everyone’s moves and stayed low to the ground to make sure not a single puck got past him. Whenever he would make a victory-winning block, he looked like he had just won the lottery. You found yourself focusing on him for the whole time instead of your other friends, and you hadn’t even noticed how fast time went when Coach Park blew his whistle, ending practice.
Yangyang immediately found his way to you, perching against the boards with excitement written all over his face. “So, how’d I do?” He leaned in, causing you to move back because he’s literally dripping in sweat. “I have no idea what was happening, but you looked cool. Now get away from me, you’re all sweaty.” Yangyang laughs at that, taking his gloves off to run his hand through his wet hair, and you grimaced at him. “I’m gonna go shower and then we can head to my place okay?” He winked at you and you nodded, smiling at him as he went back into the locker rooms. 
As soon as you turn around, you see a very sweaty Donghyuck approaching you with a smug look on his face, bleached blonde hair sticking to his forehead. Your smile drops, already knowing he’s up to no good. “Don’t start with me, Donghyuck, I’ll murder you with my bare hands,” and he raises his hands up in defense, looking at you with big eyes, pouting. “Damn, I can’t even come by to say hi?” and you deadpan him, crossing your arms. He sighs and lowers his hands, “Okay fine, I was gonna tease you about Yangyang but since you’ve got your panties all in a bunch, I’m just gonna say that I don’t know what you did to him, but I think he actually likes you.”
You spurt out, choking on nothing as you take his words in. “Don’t be silly, Hyuck, we’re just project partners, I’m pretty sure he’s like this with other girls too.” You shrug, a dull pang in your heart at the way you completely dismissed the thought of Yangyang having feelings for you. Donghyuck rolls his eyes at you, mumbling “And they say all girls aren’t the same.” You flick his forehead at that, offended. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 
He groans and rubs his forehead. “It means that you all have this little fantasy world where if a popular guy shows interest in you, you automatically think he’s playing you!” You open your mouth at that, closing it when your words are caught in your throat because damn, he’s right.
You sigh in defeat, letting your head fall. “I don’t know, Hyuck…” He pats you on the head, ruffling your hair and playfully pushing your head. “Give him a chance, __, he’s not as bad as you think he is,” he says with a warm smile and you can’t help yourself from smiling back, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
The sweet moment is quickly interrupted as Coach Park comes in from the storage room. “Lee! I’m not keeping the showers open forever! Move your ass!” He yells from across the room, pressing some buttons on the control pad to turn all the lights off. You and Donghyuck laugh at that, walking him to the locker rooms. You hug him goodbye (more like he roughly pulled you in and wouldn’t let you go which resulted in you kicking him because he stinks) and walked over to the trophy case, carefully skimming over all of the trophies and team pictures, and seeing Yangyang in them with a big smile on his face made you feel warm inside. 
You were so focused on the pictures that you didn’t even notice Yangyang coming up behind you, standing on your right side. He tapped your left shoulder, and when you whipped your head around to see who did it, you didn’t see anybody, making him laugh beside you. “Broke your neck,” he said with a grin, and you faked a laugh, rolling your eyes at him. “Very funny, Yangyang.”
The two of you make your way out of the rink and start heading to Yangyang’s dorm, noticing he’s only wearing a long sleeve crewneck despite there being snow on the ground. “You’re not cold?” you ask him, and he glances at you and shrugs, “Nah, when you spend half your life in an ice rink, you get used to the cold.” You puff your cheeks out at that, and after a while, you work up the courage to talk again. “You did good today, by the way,” you said smiling at him, and he turns to look at you and returns the smile. “Thanks, I was showing off for you.” He winked at you, and you look down, trying to hide your pink cheeks. The walk back to his dorm was less awkward than yesterday, idle chat flowing through the two of you like it was nothing, and surprisingly, the study session went by smoothly as well. You had gotten a decent amount of work done, save for the occasional breaks you would take to talk to him or order food when you got hungry, and you found yourself actually enjoying the time with Yangyang. He made you feel at ease, and you noticed the way your heart hurt when you had to leave.
It had become a routine for you, meeting Yangyang at the quad, staying for practice, and going back to his dorm to study, and before you knew it you had completely let your guard down and let yourself fall into him. A little part of you was scared, considering that you’ve always been the type to protect your heart when it came to dating, but something about the way Yangyang would look at you or play with your hair when the two of you were sprawled out on his bed during breaks told you otherwise. The study sessions had turned more into hanging out, and you no longer felt like your time with him was forced, you actually looked forward to staying over every day and you hesitated to leave every time. 
As fun as things were getting, all good things had to come to an end, 2 weeks going by in a flash and the project had been completed, a big fat A posted on it. You really couldn’t be happier with your grade, not a scrape off of your perfect 4.0 GPA, but you really were going to miss using that project as an excuse to spend time with Yangyang. It wasn’t all that bad though, you still talked your way through chemistry class with him and texted him way more than the normal amount, sending silly gifs and vines back and forth to each other. Yangyang would walk you to your classes, and you two even started hugging, the way his arms would wrap around your waist and the scent of his shampoo mixed with fabric softener flourishing in your nose made you never want to let go.
Finals week came by way too fast for your liking, which only meant one thing: stress, stress, and, you guessed it, stress. The busy schedules had caused you to become slightly distant from Yangyang, with you slaving away at your laptop and him at practice and games on top of his studies, and you found yourself missing him a lot more than you should have.
You checked the time, and it was 12:50pm, meaning Yangyang had just gotten out of class. You were already at your dorm, rubbing your temples in an attempt to ease the pain as you tried to work on an essay for your english class. Your phone pinged as a text message came through, and when you saw Yangyang’s name appear on the screen, your heart fluttered.
Yangyang [12:52pm] hey, you at your dorm rn?
You [12:52pm] yeah, just trying to finish this essay for english and about to rip my hair out, yk the usual 
Yangyang [12:53pm] LMAO don’t push yourself too hard, __, ur smart :) u got this!
You smiled at the little emoticon he sent, biting your lip to hide your excitement.
You [12:53pm] well aren’t you quite the cheerleader
Yangyang [12:53pm] i’d much rather have you be my cheerleader at my games ;)
You smacked your hand over your mouth in an attempt to not scream at his message, your brain malfunctioning as you tried to come up with a response. Before you could embarrass yourself, he texted you again.
Yangyang [12:55pm] gimme a sec, i know just the thing to cheer you up
You like the message, waiting in anticipation at what he’s gonna send you. You watch the 3 little dots appear and disappear. A minute later, you get 2 selfies from Yangyang, wearing his jersey and that stupidly adorable smile on his face, the fluorescent lights from the rink reflecting off of his skin.
Yangyang [12:57pm] you can save these btw ;)
Smiling at your phone, you tap the images and save them, keeping them all for yourself in your camera roll. 
You [12:57pm] cute, yangyang, really cute c:
Yangyang [12:58pm] <3
Yangyang [12:58pm] i gotta go now, okay? i’ll  text you when im done, good luck on your essay!
You [12:59pm] have fun! <3
You put your phone down on your desk, covering your face with your hands in an attempt to cool off your burning cheeks. Yangyang had you absolutely whipped, and although you’d never admit it, his selfies did help you through your essay. 
Once finals week was over, it was finally time for winter break, a week free of assignments and professors and you could just lounge around doing nothing all day. You had subconsciously started wearing Yangyang’s hoodie more often, too, even sleeping in it and the way the sleeves were twice the length of your arms and how it smelled like him never failed to bring back your memories with him. You really missed spending time with him, even though you two face timed and texted constantly, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him in person.
You were immersed in some Netflix drama when your phone pinged, Yangyang’s name appearing on the screen again.
Yangyang [1:15pm] hihi~
You [1:15pm] heyy
Yangyang [1:15pm] wyd? :)
You [1:16pm] nothing, just watching netflix :0 wbu?
Yangyang [1:16pm] bored in my dorm :P i think if i play overwatch one more time my eyes will shrivel up and fall out xD
You sent a laughing emoji at his text message, giggling at him and his love for video games. Biting your lip nervously, you quickly typed out a question you’ve been dying to ask him.
You [1:17pm] why dont you come over? we can be bored together
Yangyang [1:17pm] i have an even better idea
Yangyang [1:17pm] have you ever been ice skating before?
You [1:18pm] no :o why?
Yangyang [1:18pm] im taking you on a date :D
Yangyang [1:18pm] you, me, and a pair of skates, how does that sound?
You dropped your phone on your face in shock, did Yangyang just say he was taking you on a DATE? Like, a date date? As in, the two of you alone? Your hands were starting to get clammy as you tried to come up with a response that didn’t show that you were about to explode.
You [1:19pm] omg that sounds fun! :)
You let out a breath, mentally patting yourself on the back for not completely blowing your cover. 
Yangyang [1:20pm] bet, send me your room number and i’ll pick you up at 2, okay?
You [1:20pm] okay! ^-^
You send him your room number and spring out of bed, giving yourself a quick lookover. Your hair was tied in a messy bun, wearing Yangyang’s hoodie and a pair of slept-in-too-many-times sweatpants. You rushed to take a quick shower and put on some makeup, a sweater and a pair of jeans, brushing through your hair to make sure you looked date-material. You didn’t even realize how fast time was going when 3 light knocks came to your ears, and when you checked your phone you saw it was 2:00 o’clock on the dot. 
An extreme wave of nervousness washed over you as you headed to your door and opened it, being met with a very excited (and handsome) Yangyang. He was wearing a white Nike headband which pushed his hair out of his face perfectly, a white Nike hoodie to match, and black sweatpants. He smiled at you, face beaming with excitement.
“Hey,” he said sheepishly, and you looked up at him through your lashes, muttering a small “Hi” in return. 
“You look pretty,” you heard him say, and you were pretty sure your cheeks were as pink as his ears. You close your door behind you, and you finally step to stand in front of him. “Thanks, you look good in a headband,” and you saw him smile, looking down for a second before looking back at you.
The two of you started to walk along campus, and you had to hold yourself back from grabbing his hand and holding it with the way your pinkies would constantly brush against yours.
“So, where are we going ice skating at?” You asked, perking your head up at him.
“The rink, duh,” he said nonchalantly. You blink at him, “Isn’t it closed?” Yangyang looks over at you with a grin, and he pulls out a key ring with way too many keys on it out of his pocket, dangling them in your face. Your eyes widen when you realize what they are. 
“Yangyang, you did not.”
“Oh, but I did,” and the two of you burst out laughing. “I took them from Coach’s closet when he wasn’t looking, and I figured, why not put them to good use?” You buried your face in your hands, in disbelief that Yangyang stole the keys to the rink. “What if we get caught?” Yangyang scoffed, pushing at your shoulder with his. “We won’t, don’t worry. I have the keys, remember? I’ll lock the door as soon as we’re inside so no one comes in, okay?” He reassured you with a smile on his face, and you just looked at him with uncertainty in your eyes, but still smiled back. 
On the way to the rink, you talked about what you two did over the first few days of winter break, Yangyang telling you about all of his achievements in Overwatch and how he was planning on becoming a Twitch streamer, which made you giggle. When you got to the rink, you did a quick once over to make sure the coast was clear while Yangyang put the keys in the lock and twisted it, silently opening the doors and rushing you inside. Once the two of you were inside, he gently closed the door and locked it, giving it a few experimental tugs, flashing you with a smile when his plan was deemed successful.
You walked with him in excitement, following Yangyang as he made his way over to the locker room, and you asked him, “Wait, which skates am I using?”. He looked at you, shrugging his shoulders and saying, “Whichever ones that fit you” matter of factly. He asked what your shoe size was, and when you told him, he snickered. “Damn, your feet are tiny. What, did you stop growing in the 6th grade?” and you smack at his shoulder, telling him to stop making fun of your feet. 
“Alright, happy feet, let’s see if we can find you skates that fit,” and he scans over every single locker, checking the size labels next to them and he opens one, saying “Aha!” and pulling out a pair of small, but new skates. “Here, these must belong to a freshman because the blades are way too shiny,” he says and hands them to you before going to his locker and pulling out his own skates, beaten up and in need of a severe cleaning. You two walk over to the bench in the middle of the room and sit down, and you notice the way Yangyang laces up his skates swiftly and quickly, while you’ve barely got your left one on and you’re struggling with how the laces work. He stands up with ease and looks down at you, chuckling and kneeling in front of you, taking the skate in his hand and readjusting it so it fit you properly. When he looks up, your noses almost bump into each other and you jump back a bit from being so close to him. He gives you a smirk and says “Need help?” in a teasing voice before looking back down and feeding the laces through the holes, then the hooks to hold them in place.
Once he was finished with that one, he asked you if it was too tight, and you shook your head, and as Yangyang continued his ministrations on your right foot, you couldn’t help but admire his features from up close. His ears are still slightly pink at the tips, and you notice how long his eyelashes are when he looks down in concentration, his pink lips pursed together in a thin line and you have to stop yourself from thinking about kissing him. He snaps you out of your daze by tapping your thigh twice, telling you he’s done and he stands up, giving you his hand to help you get up. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, putting your hand in his and he pulls you up, a yelp escaping your lips as you nearly topple over him from losing your balance on your skates. You fall right against his chest, looking up at him with wide eyes and he smiles at you. “These are hard to walk in,” you say through a nervous giggle, and he tightens his hand around yours, giving you time to stand up straight again. “Just hold onto me, it takes a while to get used to them,” he moves out of your way so you could start to walk next to him, taking baby steps in comparison to Yangyang’s long strides, trying not to snap your ankles and balancing your weight on the single blades. 
When you reach the entrance of the ice ring, you let go of him to hold onto the borders, watching Yangyang as he steps onto the ice with ease. “Come on, don’t be a scaredy cat!” he teases you, gliding around in a small circle with his arms spread out. You gulp and take a cautious step onto the freshly polished ice, and when your foot slips, you quickly bring it back, looking at Yangyang with big eyes. He notices the fear in your eyes and comes over to you, giving you both of his hands. “Here, I won’t let you fall,” he says in a comforting voice, and you look at him, then his hands, and back up at him. You take a shaky breath as you take his hands, letting him hold you up as you carefully step onto the ice. He moves back a bit to give you some room, and you notice how firm his grip is on your hands, holding you in place whenever your body jerks when you slip. You look down to see the way you’re slightly moving, and you look up at him with wide eyes. “This is crazy,” you breathe out and he laughs at you, his smile making all of your fear melt away. “See? It’s not that bad, you ready to move?” and you nod, watching him as he leans back and starts moving his feet slowly, dragging you along with him. You two glide away further from the wall, and you finally stop your feet from wobbling as you get used to balancing on them. “Move your feet like you’re walking, and don’t lean your body, try to stay straight,” he instructs, motioning down to the way his feet are smoothly moving backwards as he evenly distributes his weight on the ice, and you copy his movements, noticing the slightly increase in speed and the way the cool air is blowing against your face. You relax your body and take a deep breath, smiling up at Yangyang once you’ve got the hang of it.
“You’re good at this! I’m gonna let go of your hands a little bit, okay?” He squeezes your hands once in reassurance and you nod, letting him pull his hands back until he’s holding your fingers with his. You forget where you are for a moment as you look at Yangyang’s smiling face, the two of you laughing with each other, and your year old crush comes back ten-fold. His laugh is music to your ears, his adorable gummy smile sending butterflies straight to your stomach, and everything feels almost too perfect. 
“Yangyang, I’m ready to let go,” you say boldly while standing up straight, and he raises an eyebrow at you, smirking and saying “Alright” in a sing-song voice. He removes his hands from yours, and you get excited as you move your feet quicker, swiftly switching your positions so now you’re the one skating backwards. He chuckles at you and says, “Okay, you’ve got the hang of it. Think you can catch me?” He challenges you with a mischievous grin, and before you know it, he’s leaning his upper body forward, taking a big stride on the ice and gliding off with a speed that has your hair hitting your face. “Hey!” You shout at him, copying his strides and trying to catch up to Yangyang, who seems to be flying across the ice.
The rink is filled with screams, laughs, and yells as you and Yangyang play a very intense game of tag, the both of you out of breath and breathing the cold air in, but the burn in your lungs is no match to the happiness you feel right now. After a while, you get too lost in the moment that you don’t notice the way Yangyang has slowed down, scraping his skates sideways against the ice to come to a stop. It suddenly hits you that you’re going really fast, and you don’t know how to stop. You don’t even have time to process the situation before your body crashes into his, knocking the both of you down onto the ice. You landed on top of him, exchanging a surprised look with him before the both of you burst out in a laughing fit, letting your body go limp on his and burying your face in his chest. Yangyang doesn’t even mind the weight of you on him.
Eventually when your laughing dies down, you roll off of Yangyang, body too tired from the impact and amount of laughing you did and you lay on the ice next to him, turning your head to look at him. “I thought you said you weren’t gonna let me fall,” you tease him and he pokes your waist, tickling you and making you flinch. “I wasn’t expecting you to go 100 miles an hour when I didn’t even teach you how to stop,” he teases back, moving on his side so he can get a better look at you, propping himself up on his elbow. You look away for a second and smile, mimicking his position so the both of you are facing each other. Yangyang gives you a warm smile, extending his free hand out and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and you find yourself leaning into his touch. Your heart starts beating at a rapid pace, and Yangyang looks down, noticing a wet spot on his pants and the way the ice is getting shiny.
“Shit, the air wasn’t turned on and now the ice is melting,” He looks at you with big eyes and you both laugh again, also noticing the way your jeans are sticking to your thigh. Yangyang cautiously gets up on the now-slippery ice, helping you get up as well. You notice the way he doesn’t let go of your hand as you both glide over to the entrance, filling the air with small talk and talking about funny things that happened during the date as you walk back to the locker rooms. 
You plop down on the bench beside Yangyang, the both of you taking off your skates and putting your shoes back on, and you can’t help but feel a lingering feeling in your stomach. Once Yangyang put away the skates, he walked back over to you and gave you a sweet smile, giving you his hand for the millionth time today. You take it and stand up, and blood rushes to your cheeks when Yangyang laces his long fingers through yours, looking up at him in shock. His ears are completely red and he’s looking straight ahead to avoid eye contact with you. You smile at him and squeeze his hand once, and when you see the small smile that plays on his lips, you look down at your feet, matching his walking pace with yours. Yangyang’s legs are so long that one step for him is two steps for you, so you try your best to keep up with him just to be close to him.
You two leave the rink and he offers to walk you home, to which you gladly accept, and when Yangyang starts swinging his arms to rock your intertwined hands back and forth, you realize you could get used to this. As Yangyang talks about some hockey team drama, you wander off in your mind, thinking of your first impression of him. The Liu Yangyang you thought was a player, always talking to other girls and giving them a look that would make them weak in the knees, the one you thought was your typical college athlete who basked in the attention from his fangirls. All the times a tiny piece of your heart would break at knowing that he would never look at you like the way he looked at them, and telling yourself it was never gonna happen. You especially remember all the times you’ve daydreamed about this very moment, walking hand-in-hand with Yangyang, a faint pink dusting over your cheeks, and it feels scary, but it feels right. 
When you reach the door to your room, Yangyang lets go of your hand and stands in front of you. There’s an awkward silence in the air along with a thick tension, and Yangyang clears his throat. “I had a lot of fun today,” he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck and looking at you. You look away shyly and hold your right arm with your left hand, making yourself shrink under his gaze. “I did too, Yangyang,” and he chuckles at you, taking a step closer to you. You feel your breath get caught in your throat when you feel his hand cup your cheek, bringing your head up to look at him. You look up at him with big eyes, parting your lips slightly and he seems to notice that, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.
“Can I kiss you?” He asks quietly, voice cracking a bit. 
Your hands tremble slightly from nervousness, but you manage to nod your head almost embarrassingly fast. Yangyang takes a deep breath, leaning down and closing his eyes, and when you feel his nose brush against yours, you shut your eyes tightly. When he presses his lips to yours, you have to stop yourself from screaming. It’s an experimental kiss at first, his lips are a little stiff against yours and you could tell he’s scared, but when you lean in and tilt your head slightly, he breathes out through his nose, cool air fanning over your skin. He locks your bottom lip between his, deepening the kiss and moving the hand that was on your cheek to hold the back of your head. Your lips mold against his for a while before Yangyang takes a bold move and opens his lips, peeking his tongue out to lightly graze against yours. 
Because you feel like you’re literally about to faint, you pull away slowly from Yangyang, feeling him move slightly to chase your lips with his. When both of you open your eyes, you swear your heart is going to leap out of your chest. His eyes are blown out wide, cheeks red, and his lips are kiss bruised pink. You let out a nervous giggle, and he follows, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket. “That-uh-that was nice…” You trail off, and Yangyang smirks at you, saying “It was” in a voice barely above a whisper.
Before you have a heart attack, you reach your hand out behind you to grip on your door handle to stable yourself. Twisting it and opening it, you back away slightly from Yangyang. “Text me when you get to your dorm, okay?” You say with a slight tremble in your words, and a sad glint flashes in Yangyang’s eyes when he realizes he has to leave. He nods at you and hums in approval, smiling. You say bye to him and he waves at you, quickly making his way down the hallway. He thinks you’ve already gone back into your dorm, but your head is still peeking out the door, watching him walk away, and when you see him punch the air and do a little shuffle, you slap your hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. Finally closing your door, you slide your back against it until your knees are pressed to your chest, feeling like you were on cloud nine. A sudden feeling erupts in your chest, so you run over to your bed and jump on it, screaming into your pillow and kicking your feet in the air. You roll over and stare at your ceiling in a daze, bringing your fingers up to your lips and touching them softly just to pretend that his lips were still on yours.
Yeah, you definitely weren’t gonna be able to stop thinking about today.
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Things between you and Yangyang just seemed to be getting better and better. You spent a majority of your winter break with him watching cheesy movies while cuddled up on one another and eating takeout which eventually ended up in a pillow fight or a wrestling match (or both), and your heart yearned for him everytime he was gone. Hearing Yangyang talk about stuff that happened during practice or games only made you even more infatuated with him, and sometimes you would just zone out mid-conversation just to stare at him and hear his voice. You weren’t sure what label to put on the relationship, I mean you guys were basically dating because you went on a date, spent time with each other, and even kissed, but the lines were too blurred for you to tell
Once winter break ended, things returned to normal, Yangyang spending his time at practice and you at your dorm, but he made frequent visits after practice just to be with you. His company went from being a want to a need, because as soon as he would walk into your dorm with a smile on his face, you never wanted him to leave. Laying in your bed with his arm around you and the both of you on your phones was almost second nature to the two of you, there was no need for any conversation. Just basking in each other’s presence was more than enough to make you happy. 
Yangyang suddenly springed up from his phone, moving so he was facing you. “Hey, can I ask you something?” You sat up as well, nervous as to what he was going to ask, but you nodded anyways. He took a deep breath before looking you in the eyes. “So, I know you don’t really like sports, but the state championships are coming up soon, and I was just wondering if you’d wanna come, and like, cheer me on? For good luck,” and he smiled at you, hope in his eyes praying that you’d say yes.
You bit your lip and looked down to hide your excitement, already feeling yourself blushing. Looking up at him through your lashes, you quickly nodded your head, saying “I’d love to.” Yangyang’s eyes lit up at that, a big gummy smile making its way onto his face. “Awesome, I’ll buy your ticket, okay?” and you quickly tried to shut down the offer, saying that you could buy it yourself and that you’d feel bad if he spent any money on you, but he kept insisting. “But, there’s a catch,” he said with a mischievous grin, and you raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. 
“You have to wear my jersey to the game.” 
Your eyes flew wide open at his proposal and you looked down again shyly, nibbling on the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. You tried to mask the million thoughts running wild in your head as pondering over his suggestion. You barely knew anything about sports, but from your high school experiences, wearing a team member’s jersey meant that that player was off limits, and that he would be proudly showing you off to everyone in the bleachers. Sucking in a sharp inhale through your nose, you looked at Yangyang head on, saying “Deal” with fake confidence. 
Yangyang smirked at you, his face beaming with happiness. “Cool, I’ll give you my away jersey since it’s a home game, and don’t worry, I’ll wash it,” he poked your nose, knowing you would have complained about wearing his sweaty jersey. You giggled at him, and a soft smile crept onto your lips when Yangyang gently laced his fingers through yours. “The game is next Saturday, so I’ll stop by on Friday to give you the jersey and ticket, alright?” and you nodded at him. Yangyang mentioned that he had to leave because he had some homework to catch up on, and you could already feel a piece of your heart breaking at that.
He got off your bed and started gathering his things and you followed him to the door, getting a sudden feeling that you should do something. Before he was able to turn the handle of your door, you grabbed his hand and spun him around, leaning up on your toes and pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek. Yangyang was a bit taken aback by that, not expecting you to kiss him goodbye, and he placed his fingers on the spot where your lips were just a second ago. All of the confidence you had flew out the window when Yangyang looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. “What was that for?” He asked in a flirty voice and your throat suddenly went dry at the way he was looking at you. “U-Uhm, no reason!” You chirped and he chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll see you around, okay?” He said before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, and you nodded at him with pink cheeks, watching him exit your room. 
The championship game was in a week from today, which meant you had 7 days to get your shit together and finally ask Yangyang to be your boyfriend. You were scared, honestly, because what if you were making a mistake? Were you going too fast? What if he said no? He never had a girlfriend before, what if he had commitment issues? Your mind was going a mile a minute, questions of uncertainty flowing through you like water from a broken dam.
The next day, you could barely focus in class, constantly tapping your pen against your notebook and bouncing your leg or biting your lip just to alleviate the nervousness you felt. You gave yourself a little pep talk in your head. Okay, you knew that you had chemistry next period with Yangyang, which meant that if you timed out everything, you would be able to catch him walking to the building just in time to talk to him before class. Wait, what were you even going to say? “Yangyang, I really like you, will you be my boyfriend?” No, too cheesy. “Will you be the hockey stick to my puck?” No, what the hell did that even mean? You had no idea how you were gonna ask him, but you’ll cross that bridge when you get there. 
Once your professor dismissed the class, you hurriedly put your stuff in your backpack and sprinted out of the room, speed walking across campus to the building, scanning over the crowd of students heading the same way. You didn’t see Yangyang, which was odd, he was always usually the first one to get to class, and that left an unsettling feeling in your stomach. You waited there for a bit, and once everyone had disappeared, you decided to walk from the front of the building to the side, which was oddly secluded.
When you made your way around the corner, you felt your heart drop.
There Yangyang was, leaning against the wall with a dark haired girl in front of him, lost in conversation and laughing at whatever he was saying. He seemed to be enjoying the attention, of course, because when she leaned in closer to him, he relaxed his body and welcomed it, reaching out to grab her hand to hold it. You felt tears starting to burn in your eyes, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of them. 
Was this all sort of some sick game to him? Were you just another pawn in his game, using you to get his ego up just to drop you like you were nothing to him? All the time you’ve spent together, the hugs, the date, the kiss, did that not mean anything to him? You couldn’t tell if you were mad or sad or everything in between, but when you saw him pull her in for a hug, you turned on your heel, throwing out any fucks you gave and heading straight back to your dorm. You didn’t care if you skipped the rest of your classes, if you saw Yangyang’s face one more time, him giving you the same smile he was giving to that girl, you would break down, and you didn’t want to give him the power of seeing you cry.
A little voice in the back of your head was saying ‘I told you so’, and you were so mad at yourself. You kept these walls up in front of your heart for a reason, and you knew that the second you let yourself fall victim to your feelings, you would get hurt. You should have known better than to think that a playboy like Yangyang would have been different, as much as you wanted him to be. You wanted to believe that he wasn’t who you thought he was, that there was actually something going on between the two of you, but you were proven wrong. You even started to wonder how many girls have even worn his jersey? You weren't that special, obviously other girls had been in your shoes, cheering him on proudly wearing his number on their backs, and the thought of all of this made you let out a sob. Once you got to your room, you slammed the door and crawled into your bed, looking at your phone and being met with the selfie Yangyang had sent you at practice. You had set it as your wallpaper so you could look at him whenever you missed him, but his face filled you with nothing but rage. You quickly changed your lockscreen and threw your phone onto somewhere in the bed, pulling the covers over your head and letting a few hot tears stream down your face, your chest heavy and aching.
You ignored all of the texts Yangyang sent you, asking you where you were and asking why you weren't in class, and you just left him on read, not even caring if your read receipts were on so he could see that you saw his message.
6 days until the championship, 5 days until the championship, every day seemed like the same thing other than the dull pang in your heart when you remembered your future plans with him. You had managed to work up the courage to start going to class again, changing your seat to sit as far away from Yangyang as you could, and when he noticed you were upset, he just decided to leave you alone and sit next to Ten, talking as if everything was normal, which pissed you off even more. You didnt do so much as to even spare a glance in his direction, knowing you would be met with that stupid smile of his. When class was over, you quickly made it past him, ignoring the way he called your name and moved to catch you before you left. Even Mark, Sungchan and Donghyuck could tell something was off, either the way you wouldnt look them in the eye when you spoke or the way Yangyang seemed to be distracted and not so happy at practice, but they decided to just give you both the space you needed.
A few days passed, and it was now Friday, the day before the championship. You decided to stay home from school today, the excitement of the entire school for the Dinosaurs vs Gorillas game only gonna make you think of Yangyang. It was also the day he was supposed to come to your dorm to give you his jersey and ticket, and you really hoped he wouldn't. Your eyes were red and puffy from all the crying you did, slight bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’ve gotten and you didn't even care if your hair hadn't been washed or brushed. You felt like utter and complete shit, and you knew that it was all because of him.
Suddenly you heard a knock on your door. You rolled over in your bed and threw the covers back over your head, thinking that if you ignored whoever was on the other side, they would go away. You turned out to be wrong, because they kept knocking, so you poked your head out from under the covers and yelled “Go away!” That did not do a thing, as the person kept on knocking. You groaned, throwing the covers completely off of you and dragging yourself to the door. 
When you opened it, you were so surprised to see Yangyang that you almost slammed the door shut, but Yangyang prevented you from doing it. “Please, can we talk?” He pleaded, eyes big with worry. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t want to talk to him, let alone even look at him, but he was preventing you from closing the door, so you had no other choice. That’s when you noticed the items in his hands: a ticket and a jersey. “I just came to drop these off. Tomorrow is the championship game and I really want you to be there.”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes at that. A look of confusion made its way onto Yangyang’s face. “Why didn’t you give these to your girlfriend? I’m sure she would appreciate it.” He blinked at you, freezing for a second. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a girlfriend.” Your blank stare turned into a scowl, “Don’t play dumb with me Yangyang, I saw the two of you last week looking all cozy.” Yangyang looked confused for a couple more seconds until he realized what you were talking about. “Oh! That was Tern, Ten’s sister. I was just buying your ticket from her, that’s all. Nothing is going on, I promise.”
“Then why were you being all touchy with her? You two looked like you were about to kiss, but what else can I expect from someone who’s just a typical playboy.” A small part of you regretted saying that, but you couldn’t take it back now, because Yangyang’s face immediately fell. “Is that really what you think of me?” he whispered. “How can I not? Girls are constantly throwing themselves at you and you always flirt with them. And why would the star of the hockey team take an interest in a nobody like me?”
“What about these last few weeks? I thought they meant something,” Yangyang’s voice made it clear that he was upset. “I thought so too Yangyang, but after seeing you with Tern, I guess I’m not as special as I thought.” Yangyang’s eyes turned sad, looking down but he stayed silent, handing to you the jersey and the ticket in his hands. You were about to protest, but he cut you off. “Please still come to the game, if not for me, then for the other guys. They’d love to see you there.” He said in a defeated tone, and with that, Yangyang left, shutting the door behind him.
Not too long after he had left, you got a text, snapping you out of your daze from staring at his folded jersey and the laminated ticket on top of your desk. You were about to throw your phone if it was Yangyang, but when you saw you had been added in a group chat with Mark, Donghyuck, and Sungchan, you felt slightly relieved.
Mark [1:30pm] ___, what’s going on?
Donghyuck [1:30pm] yangyang is at practice and he just punched his locker, he looks super pissed off
You scoff, not surprised that your friends would bring him up, he probably asked them to talk to you.
You [1:31pm] nothing is going on.
Sungchan [1:31pm] you’re a really bad liar, __. the two of you were all over each other a week ago and now neither of you are acting normal
You [1:32pm] guys please
Mark [1:32pm] no, enough of this childish bullshit. we know you better than anyone else. tell us what happened, __, now. yangyang wont even talk to us.
Realizing you were outnumbered 3 to 1, you sighed in defeat, telling them the whole story in a long text message.
Donghyuck [1:36pm] oh my god, __, you said all that?
Mark [1:36pm] thats harsh, dude
You [1:36pm] you guys really arent helping, you know that right
Sungchan [1:37pm] alright, first of all, ten and yangyang are literally brothers. you cant separate them, including tern, and she’s like a sister to all of us. she even has a boyfriend, and trust me when i say yangyang would never think of her that way. 
Donghyuck [1:38pm] second of all, what the hell did i tell you? i told you yangyang liked you and that he isnt the heartless player you think he is. when you see a girl with him its probably one of our annoying groupies, and he doesnt turn them away because he’s just a nice dude. plus, theyre all unusually obsessed with Sicheng, and they use us to get to him.
Mark [1:39pm] __, asking someone to wear our jersey isnt just a small thing. it’s a huge deal here. when we ask someone to wear it, it means we’re serious about them and that we wanna show them off to the whole school. yangyang has never asked someone to wear his jersey before.
All of these messages were starting to make you feel like shit, your entire world came crumbling down on top of you. Did you just ruin the one shot of love you've had all year because of your own insecurities?
You [1:40pm] wow, i’m an idiot
Donghyuck [1:40pm] yeah, you got that right
You [1:41pm] hyuck im literally going to shove your hockey stick up your ass the next time i see you
Sungchan [1:42] look, __, we’re not asking you to come here to yangyang and kiss and make up, but please come to the game tomorrow.
Mark [1:43] we really want you there, and if you want, we’ll tell yangyang to leave you alone, okay?
You [1:43pm] i’ll be fine, you dont need to do that. i’ll come, it’s the least i can do to make it up to yangyang 
Donghyuck [1:44pm] YAYY
Sungchan [1:44pm] dont stress too much about this, __, just focus on having fun tomorrow
Mark [1:45pm] we gotta go bc coach is about to cut our heads off, but we love you __
Donghyuck [1:45pm] who is we? you speak french now, mark?
You snort at that, as much as Donghyuck got on your nerves, he always made you laugh.
You [1:56pm] i love you guys too :( im sorry
Sungchan [1:56pm] dont apologize :)
You [1:57pm] have fun at practice, i’ll see you guys tomorrow
You put your phone down with a sudden feeling of relief, but that feeling in your stomach never went away, knowing that you said all of those things to Yangyang, the boy you loved. You were gonna make this right.
The next morning, you woke up determined. You finally felt like your normal self again. It was 12:00pm, and the game started at 1, which left you in an excited rush as you quickly got ready. You had Yangyang’s jersey in your hands, looking at the vibrant orange, blue, and white school colors with a dinosaur roaring behind a hockey stick right in the middle. You giggled when you remembered the first time you saw Yangyang in his jersey, thinking about how he looked like a roblox character in his bulky shin guards. You slipped it on over your head, the jersey completely swallowing your figure, and you paired it with a pair of leggings and some white sneakers to get that athletic-esque look.
Grabbing your phone and your ticket, you gave yourself one final glance in the mirror, checking your makeup and hair to make sure you looked presentable. Once you left your dorm, you excitedly walked to the rink, decorations in the school colors all over it and music blaring from the door, a crowd of people wearing school merch making their way in as well. You felt a little nervous and anxious since you absolutely hated crowded places with loud music, but the boy you were going for was worth it. You were going by yourself, considering the fact that you didn’t really have much of a friend circle besides Mark, Donghyuck, and Sungchan, but they were more than enough for you.
When you made your way over to the rink, standing at the door with your ticket, you saw Tern front and center, collecting people’s tickets with a warm smile on her face. From up close, you could really see the family resemblance, and she was really pretty. A tall boy with light brown hair approached her and kissed her on the cheek, who you assumed was her boyfriend, and you couldn't help but beat yourself up at your first impression of her. When you were called up, you gave her your ticket with a polite smile, and when she saw you wearing a jersey with the numbers 24 pasted on the sleeves, her eyes lit up bright. “Oh, you're __? Yangyang told me so much about you!” She said in a suggestive tone, wiggling her eyebrows at you. “You’re really pretty! Yangyang did something right, for once” she joked and you both burst out laughing. Realizing you were holding up the line, Tern quickly took your ticket and scanned it, placing it on the pile next to her. “Have fun at the game!” She said with a wink, and you thanked her, stepping into the half-full rink, one side green for the Dinosaurs, and one side purple for the Gorillas.
You were guided into one of the front rows, with a clear view of the rink, and conveniently right next to the goal net, where Yangyang’s position would be. A wave of nervousness washed over you as you saw the team step out onto the ice to warm up, and you saw Yangyang wasn't as happy as he usually was. He looked distracted, forcing a smile when Jeno came over to him to give him a fist bump. All of a sudden you heard a group of girls screaming, and when you looked to your right you saw the groupies Donghyuck was talking about, all with their faces painted in blue and orange and the number 7 on their cheeks, and when you looked back at the rink, you saw the face matching that number, assuming that must be Sicheng. He took a quick glance to the screaming girls and gave them a smile, causing them to scream even louder, making him laugh. He must be a senior because he was absolutely huge, making the other boys on the team look like kids, and you couldn't blame the girls. He was really attractive.
The music changed to a more 90’s hip hop beat, the school mascot Danny the Dinosaur hyping everyone up as the players started gliding around on the ice, playing around with the puck and getting used to the feel of it again. You noticed Yangyang skating over to the goalie net, taking a quick scan over the bleachers, and that's when your eyes met, his helmet making it a little hard to see his face but you saw the way his eyes lit up, and it was like time froze, no one else in the room but you. You smiled at him and waved, and he was in a daze, slowly raising his gloved hand up to wave at you back. The sweet moment was short lived when Ten smacked the puck into the net, snapping him back to reality. “Hello! Earth to Yangyang!” He yelled, waving his hands over his head. Yangyang shook his head, regaining his focus on warming up. Whoever won this match would win the state championship, and Yangyang would rather be caught dead than lose to the Gorillas. 
Your trance on Yangyang was interrupted as Donghyuck purposely crashed into the boards, squishing his face against the plastic. “__! You came!” And you laughed at the way he looked, waving at him before he made a kissy face at you while pointing behind him at Yangyang, and you flipped him off. He put his helmet back on and skated away, the timer on the scoreboard above you counting down 10 seconds, which meant all players had to line up.
You could feel the tension in the air as the Gorillas, your school’s top rival, stepped onto the ice with their black and purple uniforms, an intimidating aura surrounding them. The sound of people stomping their feet and the shrill sound of girls screaming came from the other side, the names “Johnny!” “Jaehyun!” and “Lucas!” the only ones you could make out from their groupies. The 3 tallest boys on the team shared a knowing look at eachother, a smug look on their faces and they turned to blow the girls a kiss, and you swore they were gonna lose their voices from screaming so hard. When all of the Gorillas lined up on the ice in front of the Dinosaurs, you noticed that there was a big height difference, the Gorillas completely towering over half of the Dinosaurs. They all tapped hands, murmuring “Good game” to each other as good sportsmanship. 
Everyone got in their positions, the referee skating in the middle and calling up the captains. Sicheng and Johnny glided over, shaking hands and briefly talking about something with the referee, and they both nodded before going to their sides, leaning over and crossing their sticks. You could feel the tension in the air building up, and that’s when the referee threw the puck up into the air, blowing his whistle and letting the game commence.
Everything was moving at a fast pace, you couldn’t even keep track of where the puck was because of the way the players were flying across the ice, stealing it from one another and passing it to their shooters. You noticed that the Gorillas liked to play dirty, specifically number 19, who you later found out was Jaehyun from his teammates calling out to him. Jaehyun constantly pushed and shoved Mark, body checking him into the borders in order to get the puck. Their goalie, Xiaojun, was also slightly messy, too focused on watching out for Donghyuck that he didn’t even notice Sungchan sweep up next to him, smacking the puck into the net. 
A roar emerged from your side of the rink, claps and whistles coming from the Dinosaur fans as they secured the lead in the game, leaving the Gorillas with nothing on the board. You cheered for Sungchan, your best friend skating over to his team and dapping them all up for his good shot. While the Gorillas had an advantage in height, their playing style was far from organized, only using cheap tricks to check the Dinosaurs, meanwhile your team had excellent flow, communicating on the ice and always 2 steps ahead of the rival team. You also noticed the way Mark and Donghyuck were getting pissed off from the constant pushing and shoving, arguing with the ref in the nicest way possible to tell him to flag that. An evil grin made its way onto the Gorilla’s faces, knowing that they purposely played rough behind the referee’s back out of spite.
You were so emerged in the game that you didn’t even notice the 1st quarter had ended, the horn blaring above you to signal the start of the 2nd quarter, Dinosaurs leading with 45 and the Gorillas with 23. It was a fairly close game, and you had your fingers crossed in hopes that your team pulled through. Taking a quick glance over at Yangyang, you saw the fire in his eyes, constantly scanning over the entire rink and staying low to the ground, his reflexes as quick as a cat with the way he would smack the puck right back at the direction it came from and dropping to his knees immediately, his shin guards preventing any scores being made. You didn’t like the way Johnny whispered something to Lucas while pointing at Yangyang, obviously catching on the way that if they wanted to win, they would have to take out the goalie.
The beginning of the 3rd quarter rolled around, and you noticed a complete shift in the air from the Gorilla’s side. They seemed to be playing with more force than strategy, body checking every and any opponent so hard you swore the plastic was gonna break. It was turning into an unfair game as the seconds passed, and with the look in their eyes, they wanted someone to get hurt. You saw Jeno on the bench talking with the coach, the both of them obviously annoyed at the other team’s tactics.
That’s when you saw it: Lucas was charging at Yangyang with full force, hugging the puck with his stick and he raised it above his head, shooting the puck right at Yangyang, causing him to go into a half split to try and block it with his leg, but he slipped and ended up falling on the floor.
The shooter didn’t even seem to stop, instead getting low on the ice and crashing into Yangyang’s leg, bending it at an angle it shouldn’t be bent against the pole of the goal net. Your heart dropped when you heard Yangyang scream in agony, his mouthguard falling out of his mouth, unable to move his leg and holding it with his gloved hands, doubled over in pain. Lucas got up with a grin on his face, and Mark immediately skated up to him, getting up in his face.
“Yo, what the fuck was that?” He screamed, ripping his helmet off and shoving the taller boy back by his shoulders. Lucas took his helmet off as well, pushing Mark back, and Donghyuck dropped his stick and took his gloves off, tackling Lucas to the ice and getting on top of him, throwing punches right at his face. Before you knew it, it was an all out brawl, all of the players skating over to your side of the rink and trying to rip them apart from each other, only ending up in every Dinosaur fighting a member of the Gorillas. 
Everyone was screaming in the crowds, rushing up to the plastic boards and cheering on the fight, and your heart was racing at all of the commotion, but you couldn’t rip your eyes away from Yangyang, tears streaming down his face as the medic kneeled down by his side, asking him questions and trying to get him to stand up. Not even the ref could break up the fight, blowing his whistle as loud as he could, but all you saw were punches being thrown left and right, blood starting to smear on the ice as bodies were slammed and noses were broken. Ten, Sungchan, and Winwin got in the middle of everything, shouting profanities at the other team and nearly throwing everyone off of eachother, stopping someone else from getting seriously hurt. Once the fight was broken up, the referee skated over to the Gorilla’s coach, screaming at him and telling him what Lucas did was completely against all rules and that he would be suspended from the roster.
Everything seemed to be calmed down, and the medics were able to get Yangyang on a stretcher, wheeling him away to the locker rooms to be examined. Everyone cheered and clapped for him when they saw him crying, and you couldn’t even stop your own feet as you got up and ran over to him. You let the tears run down your face, thinking that this was all your fault, had you not said those things to Yangyang yesterday, he would have had his head in the game, and he would have been able to avoid getting injured. 
You waited outside of the locker rooms, nervously tapping your foot against the floor and overhearing the medics talk to Yangyang, telling him that he had tore a ligament in his leg and he would need to heal for 6 weeks. Once all the medics left the locker room to let Yangyang recover, you slowly made your way inside, seeing a very upset Yangyang on the stretcher with some fabric and ice wrapped around his knee. You slowly walked over to him, he seemed to still be in shock from the impact, not even noticing your presence in the room. You extended a shaky hand to him and brushed his hair away from his forehead, your heart dropping at the way he still had tears in his eyes. You whispered his name, bringing him back to reality, and his eyes looked up at you, his face blank.
“How are you feeling?” Your voice cracked due to the lump in your throat. You regretted everything you said to him yesterday, and now seeing him upset over his injury made everything worse. He looked away from you, a deep sigh escaping his lips and he looked down at his knee, wincing at the pain. “It hurts” was all he said, and it was obvious that he was still upset from yesterday. You couldn’t blame him.
“Yangyang, I’m so sorry for what I said yesterday. I let my insecurities get in the way and I hurt you.” You could see Yangyang’s heartbreak behind his eyes, usually whenever he saw you his eyes would light up, but now there was nothing. He took a deep breath and looked away, blinking his tears away. “You shouldn’t be here, go back and enjoy the rest of the game”
“But I came for you…” you trailed off, a tear rolling down your cheek. You weren’t quick enough to wipe it away, because Yangyang looked up at you with a pained expression on his face. He looked down and saw you wearing his jersey, and that was enough to break him, a choked sob escaping his lips and letting all the tears he was holding in stream down his cheeks. You wrapped your arms around him, letting him cry into the jersey he gave you. Tears started streaming down your cheeks, and you felt Yangyang wrap his arms around your waist, holding you so tight against him as if he were scared he would lose you again. His shoulders were shaking from trying to hold in his cries, so you gently stroked the back of his hair to soothe him, telling him “It’s okay, let it out”. You had never felt anyone cry this hard before, his sobs breaking your heart each time they came out of him. He sounded absolutely broken, not only from you but from letting down his team on the final, the most important game of the season.
He pulled away slowly from you once he was able to control his breathing again, looking up at you with red and shiny eyes. Yangyang gave you a smile, sniffing and bringing his hand up to cradle your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb. “Don’t cry over me, __, you have mascara all over your face.” You half cried-half laughed at that, the Yangyang you knew and loved slowly coming back to you. “I can’t help it, I’m worried about you.”
Yangyang fell silent for a few minutes. You could see him biting his bottom lip like he wanted to say something. “What’s on your mind?” He looked up at you, hesitating slightly before he spoke, “Those things you said yesterday...did you mean them?” A sharp pain went through your heart at that.
You frantically shook your head and placed your hands on his wet cheeks, making him look at you. “No. I know who you truly are, and that’s a kind, smart, goofy boy who loves playing hockey.” Your voice was slightly trembling, and you raised an eyebrow when you heard Yangyang laugh. “You forgot the handsome part.” He said with a smirk, the light in his eyes giving it away that he was feeling better. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You smiled back. The two of you stared in silence at one another, hearts swelling with all of the feelings you felt for each other. 
“Come here.” He said, placing his hands on your waist and hoisting you up on his stretcher, making you yelp with the amount of strength he still had despite being injured. You placed your legs on their side of him, careful not to bump into his knee and settled on his lap, resting your hands on his padded shoulders. It was silent for a few moments, a blush rising on your cheeks from being so intimately close to him. “I knew you’d look good in my jersey.” Yangyang whispered, rubbing his hands on your waist and playing with the hem of the shirt.
“Yangyang, what if someone sees us?” You whisper-yelled at him, and he shrugged, sitting up slightly so he was face to face with you. “So what? Let them see, I’ve got my prize right here.” He winked at you, causing you to look away, but he wasn’t having it when he grabbed your chin and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes shot open at the sudden contact, but you let yourself relax, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer, his arms snaking around your waist and holding you close to him.
The kiss felt right, like there were two strings connected that kept your lips together, and you couldn’t help but shudder when Yangyang teased at your tongue with his, catching your bottom lip in his teeth and tugging it slightly. You didn't even care that you were on his stretcher in the middle of the locker room anymore, and you didn’t even hear the horn blaring from the rink, signaling the end of the game. Your mind was fogged with the feeling of Yangyang’s lips against yours, the innocent kiss slowly turning into a heated makeout session. His tongue swirled around yours, licking at the inside of your mouth and you couldn’t help but let out a breathy whine at that, body craving his touch after so long.
You were about to deepen the kiss, tilting your head slightly before a scream ripped through your ears, you and Yangyang pulling away from each other in a split second.
“EW! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?” Donghyuck yelled, covering Sungchan’s eyes with his hand, the taller boy scoffing and taking his hand away from his face. 
You looked at the team with wide eyes, scrambling to get off of the stretcher so fast that you nearly fell, your entire face beet red. Mark shoved at Donghyuck, telling him to knock it off, and the other boys whistled, cheering on Yangyang who still had his arm around your waist. “Leave them alone, Hyuck, that’s probably the most action they’ve gotten in their lives.” Mark snickered, wincing slightly at the cut on his lip.
“I-uh-we-” You stammered, immediately changing the topic when you saw the scruffs on your friends’ faces. “Mark, your lip!” You rushed over to him, examining his cuts. You smacked Mark and Donghyuck on the chests, making them flinch. “Why did you do that? That boy is like, twice your heights! You guys could have gotten seriously hurt!” You yelled at them with worry in your voice, and they smirked at each other. “Lucas was all bark and no bite, we got ‘em good, didn’t we, Mark?” Donghyuck said smugly, wiping away some dried blood from his nose, and you rolled your eyes at their antics. You headed over to Sungchan, giving him a hug and noticing the big trophy in Sicheng’s hands. “You guys won?”
“Of course we did, that piece of shit Suh almost tried to fight with the ref and coach, and they were forced to forfeit the game. You should have seen the looks on their faces!” Sicheng said with a proud smile on his face, earning cheers from the rest of the team. Ten walked over to Yangyang and gave him a fist bump, then cooing at him like “Oh, my poor baby Yangyang”, which caused Yangyang to punch him in the stomach. “I told you to stop calling me that, like, freshman year!”
Coach Park walked into the room, everyone falling silent expecting a long lecture for causing a fight. He threw his clipboard to the side, raising his hands in the air. “What are you sissies standing around for? We’re the championship winners! Let’s celebrate!” Everyone laughed at that, the boys putting on some music and having their own little makeshift celebration party in the locker room, and even Coach Park joined in on it, getting in the middle of the dance circle and everyone cheered for him, chanting “Go coach! Go coach!”
The room was filled with laughs, screams, and hype music, and you saw the way Yangyang looked slightly sad that he wasn’t able to celebrate with them, but when you laced your fingers with his, he looked up at you with a smile.
“Liu! You sure you don’t wanna get in here? A torn ligament won’t kill you!” Jeno shouted from across the room, doing some silly dance move that made the both of you laugh.
“Nah, I’m good bro. I got my girl right here with me.” You blushed at that, eyes going wide because-wait-did Yangyang just call you his girl? Everyone aww’ed at that, and you tried to hide your face, but that was quickly interrupted when he pulled you in for another kiss, making his team, and even the coach, woo and whistle at you two. 
“They grow up so fast,” Ten said, dramatically falling into Sicheng’s chest, earning the middle finger from Yangyang as he continued to kiss you. The Dinosaurs may have won the game, but Yangyang won your heart, and that was more important than any dumb trophy in the world.
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heryoungho · 3 years
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so, the template of the hockey player!yangyang fic is completed, and now all i have to do is rewrite it and edit it :D i should have it published in the next week! if you want to be tagged, comment on this and ill make a tag list!
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heryoungho · 3 years
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what if i said i was preparing a 15-20k worded hockey player!yangyang fic 👀
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