Kick It - N.Yuta
Pairing - Soccer!Yuta x Female Reader
Genre(s) - Fluff, University!AU, slight enemies to lovers
Warning(s) - you get hit in the head with a soccer ball??, yuta is kinda mean at first
Summary - Yuta was one of the best offensive players on your university’s soccer team, yet his defense was just as strong. Namely, his emotional defense. It became your personal goal to break away into his heart and score points in your favor.
Author’s Note - I had this half finished for the past two years and I’m so glad I finally came back to it :) I was surprised when I found it was featuring @horanghoe but I must say it was quite a good idea from my past self. This fic is based on one of the requests I got in my first event when I reached 1k where Yuta is a moody soccer boy that only shows himself to the reader who is also a soccer player. Not gonna lie, I’m really just projecting myself through this fic lol but people always say write what you want to read
Prompts: “I have a term paper due tomorrow but the cafe you work at after college is the only 24 hour cafe with internet,” and “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me, to save water you know.”
Now playing: Kick It - NCT 127, Bad Euphoria - Yuta, Meaning of Love - NCT 127, Pandora’s Box - NCT 127
A shrill blow of a whistle rang in your ears, signaling the end of the soccer game. Your best friend, Wren, had somehow convinced you to go with them to watch the university’s men’s soccer team, despite the chilly autumn weather. Wren’s boyfriend, Hoshi, was one of the captains of the team, and Wren had become a devout fan of him and soccer ever since they started dating.
You trailed after Wren, both of you heading down the bleachers towards the field so that Wren could greet their favorite player. “Hoshi!” they screamed in delight, the aforementioned soccer player making a beeline for his significant other as soon as their foot hit the turf.
“Thank you for coming!” Hoshi wrapped Wren up in a tight hug, picking them up and spinning them around. “We won because you came.”
Not wanting to hear any more of their sweet nothings, you absentmindedly nudged one of the extra soccer balls that were sitting around. Just a light tap on its surface had you thinking back to your younger days when you played soccer for your high school. You were never the best, but you kept at it because of your love for the sport.
You stopped the ball under your foot, pressing it down into the turf. With the slightest push, you set the ball in motion, making it roll straight ahead. Surely, you remembered this drill from all the times your coach made you practice it. As the ball continued to roll forward, you stepped forward and then across the ball’s path, repeating the commands in your head ‘out and around, out and around,’ just as you did all those years ago.
As if you were lost in a trance, you continued the motions until you had made it down to the edge of the penalty arc. This, too, was something you recalled vividly, all the missed shots meaning another lap your coach forced you to run.
“Are you gonna shoot it or what?” A voice called out, breaking you from your memories. You turned to find one of the team's eldest members, Yuta, standing with a soccer ball tucked under each of his arms and his weight shifted onto one leg. “I have to put these away, you know.”
