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“Pass the ball!” Namjoon yelled. He was standing in place on the soccer field, waiting for Hobi to stop juggling the ball and just pass it to him already.“I’m playing, why are you yelling at me?” Hobi called from where he had finally let the soccer ball his the turf. “Because you playing with the ball all by yourself is not the drill we’re running. You’re supposed to pass the ball to me, and then I pass the ball back to you. That’s how this thing works.” Namjoon bickered, his matter-of-fact tone only made Hobi laugh at him from across the field. “Fine then.” Hobi said before passing the ball back over to Namjoon. The other boy settled the ball, then picked it up and began to walk off the field with it.“Hey, what are you doing? No fair.” Hobi yelled, chasing after his boyfriend. When Hobi caught up to Namjoon, the boy tried to grab to the soccer ball, complaining that if he had to run the drill right so did Namjoon. Namjoon only held the ball above his head so Hobi had no chance of reaching it. Even as the older boy jumped for it, he still was left empty handed. “Joonie, come on. The couch said no more bickering at practice.” Hobi reminded his boyfriend.Namjoon made a face, remembering the light scolding their coach gave them a week ago telling them to tone it down a notch or two during practice. /Save the flirting for after practice./ Namjoon remembers walking off the field, face red from the embarrassment of basically being told he and his boyfriend were being too obnoxiously flirtatious. Namjoon looked over at their teammates, most were just going about the drill, passing the ball back and forth. A few groups had stoped their drill to watch the couple. Hobi pulled on Namjoon’s arm, “Baby, come on, let’s just go back to the drill.” Hobi tried to pull Namjoon more onto the field before the coach came back.The couple went out to the field and continued the drill with the rest of the team until the coach came back and finally ended the practice. Hobi kicked the soccer ball hard to towards the side lines to hopefully roll over to the other soccer balls. Then the older runs over and jumps onto Namjoon’s back, the younger expecting the action and catching the older with his hands going to the older’s thighs to support his weight. “Can we go get food? I’m hungry.” Hobi asked, arms looping around Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon shrugged as he walked the two over to the side lines. “Where do you wanna go?” “I don’t care, but I need food or else I’m gonna die.” Hobi whines into Namjoon’s neck. Namjoon noticed some of their teammates smiling in their direction. The couple was use to the looks from their teammates and other students. They didn’t really now why they were considered popular, but turns out that they are. Namjoon walked the two over to the benches, letting Hobi down so they could pack up their stuff like everyone else. Once they switched back to their tennis shoes and packed up everything, they started to make their way towards Namjoon’s car. On their way, Hobi jumps onto Namjoon’s back again, claiming he was too tired to walk. Namjoon just chuckled as he heard some of their teammates whistled at the couple.The couple ended up going through some fast food drive through and eating burgers and fries in the parking lot. Hobi was grabbing a fry when he turned to Namjoon. “So do you wanna go back to your house or mine?” Namjoon took a second to finish the bite of his burger before answering. “I don’t care, you live closer.” Hobi nodded as he stuffed fries in his mouth, “My house it is.” After finishing their extremely healthy dinner, the boys made their way to Hobi’s house.Hobi unlocks the door, both boys taking off their shoes and tossing their backpacks down next to the door. Namjoon flops down on the couch as Hobi walks into the kitchen, a few minutes later, the older returns to the living room with a carton of ice cream.Sitting down next to his boyfriend, Hobi takes a big bite of the cold treat. Namjoon sat up, looking as his boyfriend in amusement.“You do realize we just ate right?” He asked.“Yeah, so?” Hobi countered. Moving the spoon to Namjoon’s lips.Namjoon took the bite of ice cream, laughing at the smile on Hobi’s face. “You’re such a child, you know that?” Namjoon asked. Hobi took another bite, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Namjoon flipped on the TV and the two spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch, not really paying attention to the reruns that were playing on the screen and sharing bites of ice cream. Around eleven, Namjoon notices Hobi starting to fall asleep on his shoulder. Gently, Namjoon picked up his boyfriend and carried him to his bedroom. Setting him down, Namjoon set his alarm for the morning before climbing into bed with his boyfriend. Namjoon adjusted the covers so they were draped over them, pulling Hobi’s sleeping form close to his chest. Namjoon took a deep breath, nuzzling into Hobi’s hair before letting himself fall asleep with Hobi.