Sian was going to the game.

The bastards he calls his friends think seeing each other face-to-face will heal the wounds from the argument that occurred. Confessing to Dami about Eleven's blow up last night shocked her, confused as the two had seemingly been having a flawless time together recently. Cess claimed it was bound to happen, the duos small fights and arguments save them from have bigger hurtful ones instead.

Sian agreed, but he didn't use it as an excuse. He's still not sure what Eleven was even accusing him of, dating someone? That's not a crime, nor was it true. Juyeon was too good for anyone, literally an angel amongst humans.

No one looked like him. No one joked like him. No one spoke like him. No one could amount to him.

"Sushi's on Eleven's side, obviously, but he's still pissed. Apparently after Dami had told him he freaked and left to call him straight away. I mean, he basically called you a pussy, that isn't okay." Sian rolled his eyes, he's been called worst things, but Cess was right. Eleven's blow up was uncalled for and out of no where, in no circumstances was it okay. Even if they were dating, even if they were just friends, being mean to someone for something that wasn't true was just demeaning.

Sian thinks Eleven was trying to find something to be angry at him for. He liked that, having a one up on someone and being able to establish this false sense of dominance. It pissed Sian off. Why the hell did he have to be the one it always happened to? Why was he the only one Eleven felt this need to pick on? Sure, he teased others, made fun of their outfits or for mispronouncing a word, but he hung stuff over Sian's head and put him on edge because at any minute he could attack the boy.

Predatory.

His whole personality, façade, was that he was a predator and you were his prey.

Sian was his prey.

Obedient, emotional, push over, Sian was the butt of every joke, insult, fist.

He hated Xiao Shi Yi.

He hated how much he couldn't hate Xiao Shi Yi.

"What a prick. Honestly, we need to stop condoning his behaviour." Taehyun said, hands on the wheel, sighing frustratingly. Minyoung sat in the passanger seat beside him, nodding along with him in agreement. Cess and Dami also encored words of agreement, but Sian ignored it. This wasn't the first time or the last that he'd fall out with Eleven, or even Little Sushi. It's only because they are older, that the kids are beginning to notice.

"He's just jealous that Juyeon is ten times the man he'll ever be, you know he once stopped to help tie my shoelace when I was carrying this big box of library books." Dami smiled sweetly at the memory. "Yeah, he's the best, pretty sure he's watching the match today." Sian smiled too, he's built a good friendship with the boy other the last few days during their project. "Maybe you should date him, in spite." Cess joked, hitting him with her elbow.

"Juyeon is too good for me, for anyone even. Pretty sure a god put him on this Earth to show people they ain't shit."

"Do you wanna talk to Eleven before the game? Clear the air?" Dami asked. Sian was planning on talking to him tonight, but not any time soon.

"Being angry might give him an edge in the game, could help, as much as I want them to make up it's probably best to wait for after." Taehyun stated.

"What if they lose? Then he'll be too upset to talk to him." Minyoung proposed, looking back at Sian.

"I'll work it out guys."

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Eleven couldn't stop looking at him, eyes darting rapidly to the stands as he saw Sian and the rest of his friends filter in. Justin was stood with him, his arms looped around his boyfriend's waist, and the temptation to shove the smaller away and run the embrace the other boy was overwhelming. He didn't, he would never. Justin was too cute on match days, liking to act as a maiden in the Middle Ages who gives a warrior a token for good luck. Today it was a wrist band, blue to match his kit. He kept mumbling words of good luck, cheeky kisses being left on his neck as he himself chuckled at his overexcited boyfriend.

"You'll win babe, you're so talented. Gonna whip some butts out there." Little Sushi giggled at his own statement, yet as he looked up to meet his boyfriends eyes they were somewhere else.

Sighing, he saw the person they lingered on. "It's okay Eleven, he's here to watch you and then after you win you'll apologise and beg for forgiveness. Then we have some
celebratory-" Eleven's snapped to his suddenly, a glint in his eye.

"Cake, yeah, just sweet, sugary, delicious cake."

The match began. Justin joined the rest of his friends, they were in the midst of the stands, and he had to stand on a few hands to make it up. Squeezing himself between Sian and Taehyun, hand resting on his best friend's thigh. "You feeling okay?" He whispered, receiving a squeeze to his hand and a smiley nod.

Eleven was a striker, known for his fake outs on his competitors. His team was reigning champions of the senior league, and in his first season as a senior, his team were hoping to keep the title. However, the first match of the season had to be SM against one of the best teams in their league, SOPA. Their defence was one of the best, and it took an attack like Eleven's to be able to defeat them. All onlookers were on edge, no matter who had the ball, no matter who looked like they were dominating, this could be anyones game.

The anger from the argument, the blood boiling fury he felt in himself was edging Eleven closer and closer to blowing up and tackling number 82 to the ground and pummelling him.

The anger at himself for blowing up for no reason.

The anger at Juyeon for trying to steal Sian from him.

The anger at Sian for letting Juyeon put distance between them.

The anger at Sian for not realising how much he meant to him.

How much he needed him.

How he couldn't live without him.

How he couldn't stand to look at him.

How he just wanted to rip him limb from limb.

"Eleven!" A loud voice yelled towards him, eyes coming out of their daze, clearing to see a football smack in front of his face. The whistle sounded loudly, Eleven's body hitting the floor from the force of the ball. "You fucking idiot!" A familiar voice of one of his teammates screamed as they surrounded him. The referee rushing over, Eleven barely being able to make out a medic following him. "You're bleeding, hyung!" A younger boy on the team exclaimed, squatting beside him. "I am? Fuck, that hurts." He said as he raised his hand to his nose.

"What the fuck was that? Why were you just stood there? You're nose could be broken!" The captain reprimanded him, helping him to his feet as the medic checked his nose.

"It's not broken, but it's gonna be bruised, best if you set subbed out the rest of the game."

Looking around as he left the pitch, his eyes met his friends, who wore sad expressions. His boyfriend was attempting to make his way down the stands towards him, but he barely took notice as his eyes met Sian's. Eyes darkening, he shrugged his arm out of the hold of the medic, glaring up at the group as he stormed inside to the changing rooms.

"Justin, don't."

"Why not? I need to see if he's okay." The latter looked up at Sian as he stood up himself, being guided to sit back down. "He's angry, he'll just hurt you, say something he'll regret. Let me go calm him down, I'm the reason he's angry in the first place. Let Sian protect you, okay?"

"Why do you always do this? Act like I can't stand someone being mean, I'm a human, I can handle myself." Little Sushi complained, Minyoung keeping a hold on him so he doesn't stand up, arms attempting to reach Sian. "Because this is my business, mine and Shi Yi's. You didn't butt into out fights and arguments when you weren't dating, you don't do it now that you are. This won't be the last time he is fuming because of me, or vice-versa. Shit doesn't change because you start dating someone. Just stay here, then comfort him, and make sure he's okay. That's your responsibility. This is mine."

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"What the fuck was that?" A loud voice bellowed in the changing rooms, there he was, Sian had followed him. "It was a mistake, people make them idiot!"

"Well, you don't. I know you, you never let anything get in the way of you playing your arse off so what the hell happened!" Sian yelled. Eleven had his hands on the wall, eyes looking up at Sian through the mirror in front of him. His nose was still bleeding, shirt stained by the red liquid as it flowed out. A bruise was forming, the swelling not yet showing. Sian wasn't one of those people who was attracted to cuts and scars, but the boy in front of him was making him think otherwise. He was visually seething, face painted red, eyes blown wide, clearly thinking hard and fighting with himself on the inside.

"Do you want to know why I was distracted? Why I took a football to the face but somehow that's the last thing on my mind!" Eleven turned around, standing with tall as he slowly walked towards Sian.

"Every time I see you, I hate you. I look into your eyes and I see how beautiful you are. How fucking hot you are, how well built you are, how well coordinated and how lovable you are."

Sian froze.

"I see how Juyeon laughs at your jokes and looks up at you because who the fuck wouldn't look at you like that."

"He doesn't think of me like that."

"How couldn't he love you Sian! How couldn't he be so totally infatuated with you, everyone is, everyone should be! I am, I am totally blown away by you, I want you so bad, so fucking bad."

His voice became breathy, the distance between them has closed, Sian could feel the heat from Eleven. His skin burned as a hand caressed his face, roughly gripping his jaw without a care for the pain it might of caused. Eleven tilted his head up, forcing him to meet his eyes. They were dazed, lust seeming to be blinding the both of them.

"I just want to bend you over."

Sian blushed red, his whole body flushed as he himself grabbed onto Shi Yi's waist. Walking backwards, hoping to hit something to aid him in keeping up straight. Hitting a row of lockers with a harsh bang, Eleven pushing him as he was only a few inches away.

"I wanted you too. I-" Sian paused. Eleven's face now level with his own, eyes watching his lips intently.

"Every time we fought, I thought, thought about how our frustration could be let out. How easy it would be. How I'd do anything for you. I'd let you do anything to me."

Shi Yi audibly gulped, Sian's breath quickened. After what felt like years of tension, their lips brushed one another, and at the first touch both boys became animalistic. Sian's head bounced off the lockers as chapped lips covered by sweat dominated his own. Their teeth collided at the force of the kiss, but neither cared as Sian but down harshly on Eleven's bottom lip, tugging it closer to him, his tongue grazing over the bite mark as he let go. Shi Yi taken the intiative, allowing his own tongue to slide over Sian's, entering his mouth with speed.

Desperation taking over their bodies.

The blood from Shi Yi's nose flowed out quicker, landing onto Sian's own face. Eleven pulled away as he saw the blood drip down onto the other, but Sian gripped his neck before he could escape and apologise, taking his own hand to wipe the blood sucking it into his own mouth. Sticking his blood covered tongue out the other boy, allowing for the kiss the resume the faint taste of metallic present.

"It was only j-just u-us a few times." Shi Yi spoke troughs he kiss, feral headspace calming down as he pulled a moan out of Sian's lips. "J-Justin was there. I-I would m-make him wa-watch. S-Show him wh-whose boss."

"What would you m-make me do? H-him do?"

"T-Tell him to take you, how ever he wanted. He'd embarrass you, h-humiliate you in a di-different way to me. He'd p-praise you, tell you how good of a boy you were, h-how he had to show me how good of a boy you are."

Justin.

Justin!

Sian snapped his head back, lips leaving Shi Yi's as his eyes widened and breath harshened. "Oh my god, how could I-we-you have a boyfriend!" He yelled, pushing Eleven as he began ruffling his hair, attempting to change his appearance so he didn't look like he'd just been savaged.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry. We-"

Sian looked up into Eleven's eyes, mirroring each other's faces of horror, Sian taking it upon himself to be the first one to leave. Walking out of the back of the corridor, as to not face his friends and explain why he had to leave early.

He hated himself.

He absolutely loathed himself.

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Thoughts? This took me about a day to write because the idea just came to me, also the blood bit was kind of gross but in the moment hot af 😅 This isn't proofread so any pointing out of misspellings to very much appreciated 😙