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blocked by their armour / by our own
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Sports; Idolverse as sports?
Do Not Wants: None
Prompt:
[FILL] here's your chance
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: football au, the inherent homoeroticism of team sports, the things you do when on an adrenaline rush, joshy is hoshy's favourite hyung
Permission to remix: Yes
a/n: Shamelessly inspired by the Mbappe/Giroud moment in France's match against Poland during the world cup (here & here), and also Cho Guesung kissing Lee Kang-in on the pitch (here). Not to mention the fact that we know it's canon that Joshua can pick Hoshi up. Also worth referring to, my SVT lineup. Enjoy!
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They’ve made a heroic comeback from three-nil down.
First, Jeonghan going down in the box — a little softly, but no one could say for sure that he’d dived — and winning them a penalty. Soonyoung had stepped up to the spot, the weight of the entire team’s dreams weighing heavy on his shoulders, and smashed the ball into the top corner with all the force of a hurricane.
Second, Mingyu with a header, soaring high above the scuffle, his aim sure and true. All of that from a perfect corner, delivered via Chan’s blessed, golden, left foot.
Third, a feat of dribbling from Seungkwan, all the way from their own defensive third. He’d sliced it to Soonyoung in the final second, and it had been a trivial thing for Soonyoung to tap it in across the line.
“That should be your goal,” Soonyoung had said, flinging himself into Seungkwan’s arms.
“Team goal!” Seungkwan had shouted in return, hands clapped against the side of Soonyoung’s head. “Team goal, team goal!”
And now — victory is so close Soonyoung can almost taste it. Ten minutes of extra time left to play, before they have to suffer the indignity of a penalty shootout. He’s hungry for the win, electric with his own desire.
He darts away from the defender, trying to find space to receive a pass from Chan. The defender shoves back into his space, and Chan’s attempt to pass falters. One of the full backs slides in and tackles the ball out from under Chan’s feet. Soonyoung is so frustrated he wants to scream.
“Foul!” Mingyu screams, sprinting back down the pitch as play moves in the other direction. He waves his arms overhead. The referee ignores him, as does Soonyoung. It was a clean tackle, which is what makes it especially annoying.
Soonyoung tracks back down the pitch, gaze darting to follow the ball, ready to spring into action once their defensive line gets possession back. In the midfield he enters Joshua’s orbit, and glances over at him. Joshua has a sweatband shoved into his hairline, but his fringe is long and hangs over it, stringy with sweat.
Joshua jerks his chin towards Soonyoung, a smirk quirking one side of his lips.
“Good job, Hoshi-yah,” he shouts, using the nickname that the fans have for Soonyoung. Even through the roar of the crowd around them, his voice slices through like a bell, or maybe it’s a warning siren. He winks, and Soonyoung’s stomach flips, shooting straight into his throat. “We need one more,” Joshua teases, grinning, “You going for the hat-trick?”
“Yeah!” Soonyoung yells back. He pumps one fist in the air. “Yeah, I’m gonna! Hyung, I’m gonna do it!”
Joshua laughs. He flicks his gaze back towards where the action is happening. Jihoon is muscling into the opposing striker’s space, and just manages to flick the ball out with a tricky backheel more typical of a forward than a centre-back. Vernon receives the pass with ease, like they’ve done this on the training ground before — they have — and whacks it down the pitch to Seungcheol.
“Here you go,” Joshua calls out, “here’s your chance.”
Then he turns his attention away from Soonyoung, laser-focusing in on what he needs to do. He and Jeonghan triangulate with Seungcheol in the midfield, alternately running ahead and falling back. The ball ricochets between them at speed, passing too quickly between deft feet to be intercepted. All three of them are good, Soonyoung thinks, skilful in different ways — Seungcheol is solid and decisive; Jeonghan is incisive and unrelenting.
And Joshua — Joshua is magnificent.
Soonyoung may be biased, but it’s not far from the truth. Joshua isn’t so much good with the ball as he is good with the game. He reads people, and lets them believe they’ve read him, only to slip in the opposite direction and away from them like water.
Soonyoung floats into the space right in front of Joshua. They’ve done this before. They’ve done this a thousand times before. He just needs to be in the right place, at the right time. He just needs to be somewhere where Joshua can see him. He just needs Joshua to see him.
“Shua-hyung—” he hears himself say, but it doesn’t carry over the noise of the crowd, and Joshua doesn’t hear him, of course.
But Joshua whips round, eyes searching for Soonyoung. Their gazes lock. Joshua smiles.
The ball comes hurtling out of the air at him. Soonyoung shuts his mind down, lets his body take over. He takes the first touch with the flat of his foot, bouncing the ball high so it almost leaps over the defender who’s trying to get in his way. Then he skirts around to meet the ball on the other side and sprints down the pitch. A second defender charges in his direction. Soonyoung dances away from him.
In his periphery he can see Mingyu on one side, Chan cutting in towards him on the other. But they have defenders hovering around them, too close, they’d get the ball if Soonyoung tries to pass, he can’t take the chance. He keeps running. The defensive line falls away behind him.
The goal looms ahead. The opposition keeper hunches down, sharp gaze trained in on Soonyoung.
Here you go, Soonyoung thinks, the voice in his head sounding eerily like Joshua, here’s your chance.
He takes a quick step to the right, just enough to fluster the keeper, and shoots.
The ball soars through the air, and Soonyoung watches it go, feeling himself lifted into the sky along with it, his breath trapped in his lungs, as he waits, and he waits, and he waits—
The stadium explodes into cheers. The ball rockets into the back of the net. Soonyoung hears himself scream, a roar that rips its way out of him. He looks up into the crowd, and feels their adoration pouring down upon him like a tidal wave.
“Kwon Hoshi!” the fans chant. “Kwon Hoshi! Kwon Hoshi!”
Soonyoung turns, and there Joshua is. Eyes bright, beaming at him. The thunderous crowd fades into the background, into a dull buzz of white noise. All Soonyoung knows is Joshua, standing six yards away from him, radiant with pride.
He sprints forward, and before he knows what he’s doing, he leaps into Joshua’s arms. Joshua catches him easily, hands underneath his thighs, and lifts him so Soonyoung is propped up on his waist. Joshua is so strong, Soonyoung thinks, feeling wild with something that he cannot name, something that fizzles all the way down to his fingers and toes. He clamps one hand behind Joshua’s neck, and looks down at him.
“Hyung, I did it,” he says. He presses his other hand to Joshua’s cheek. His skin is flushed with heat and slick with sweat. Soonyoung feels like he could cry. “Hyung, I did it! I did it!”
Joshua gazes up at him, tipping his head back slightly so he can look Soonyoung in the eye.
“Goob job, Hoshi-yah,” he says, just like before. But this time his voice is low, rumbling in his chest, and Soonyoung can almost feel it vibrating against him. It sends shockwaves rippling through his core.
The rest of the team floods into view around them, crowding for a group hug. Mingyu is shouting incomprehensibly at them, grinning so bright it could rival the sun. Chan has his hands on Joshua’s shoulders and is jumping up and down. Seungcheol has one arm slung around Joshua’s neck and the other holding onto Soonyoung’s waist. Jeonghan is smacking Soonyoung’s butt.
Joshua is still looking at him. Only looking at him.
Here you go, Soonyoung thinks, one more time. Here’s your chance.
This time it’s in his own voice, screaming at him in his head. He’s hungry for this, too.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and dips his head down. His lips touch Joshua’s and it feels like fire. The crowd roars around them. Mingyu lets out an ear-splitting shriek, and somewhere to his right Jeonghan is cackling with delight. Joshua smiles against his mouth.
They’ve won. He’s won. Soonyoung feels like a hero.
Re: [FILL] here's your chance
“Yeah!” Soonyoung yells back. He pumps one fist in the air. “Yeah, I’m gonna! Hyung, I’m gonna do it!” —WHY IS THIS SO HOSHY I’m just
feeling wild with something that he cannot name, something that fizzles all the way down to his fingers and toes. —i love this line!
And the kiss! Lol what a thrilling fic! Love this you are so talented!!!
[FILL] pick a fight
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: svt is a soccer team, rivals to lovers speedrun, jh is injured and mg takes his spot on the field, implied/referenced sex
Permission to remix: Please ask
it ended up too long to post as a comment, please find it on my ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43900566