"(y/n), why didn't you tell me you play volleyball," Minho, my boyfriend, pesters me.
"You never asked," I tell him as I continue to do my homework. "It's not that exciting anyways."
"What are you talking about? Volleyball is a fucking awesome sport," he screams out. He stares at me from across the table, his homework lay forgotten in front of him.
"Minho, you don't know shit about volleyball," I say while giving him my you're-so-stupid look. "You've never been to a single game in your life, let alone learn the rules." He pouts.
"Is it bad for me to want to learn my girlfriend's sport?" He begins to give me his puppy dog eyes. "I love you therefore I will love this sport."
I blush at that four letter word. How can he say it so casually? I look back down to avoid his stare, but I can still sense it.
"You're so cute when you blush," he says sweetly. That just makes my blush grow. He sighs in affection, then lightly pinches my cheek. "So adorable," he teases.
I slap his hand off. "Stop doing that."
"You know you love it," he teases. "But seriously, let me come to one of your games."
"No, you'll think it's boring. It's just a few girl hitting a ball around," I say.
"Why!? I can cheer you on. I'll get some pointers from people. It'll be great, then we can have a victory make out after," Minho says excitedly with a cheeky smile.
"No, you're not coming to one of my games," I begin to put my papers into my backpack. "We're not having a victory make out." If it was under different circumstances, I would probably laugh about his suggestion. I zip up my bag and sling it onto my back. "I'll see you tomorrow," I call out as I begin to walk towards his front door. I reach for the door nob but a pair of arms wrap around my waist.
"No, stay a little longer. My parents aren't home, yet. We can have a victory make out with out the victory," he softly says from behind me. I giggle at his suggestion.
"I would love to, but I promised my parents I would be home in a few minutes." I slip out of his grip and turn to face him. He had a hint of a pout.
"Can I at least get a good-bye kiss?"
"Yes, you may." I move to quickly peck his lips. Once we came in contact, he rested his hands on my hips and didn't let go. I pull away, but he quickly moves forward to reconnect our lips. This cheeky idiot!
I quickly pull away before he can take it any further. "Bye Minho," I call out as I walk through the door.
"Bye (y/n)!"
-----time skip------
It is the game of the season! (y/h/s/n) is playing our biggest school rivals. The bleachers are crammed with people from both schools. The teams talk in their pregame huddles, speaking of game plans and rotations. A very excited boyfriend of the school lebero, (y/n), sits in the bleachers disguised in a baseball hat tilted over his face.
(y/n)'s mother betrayed her and told Minho of the upcoming game. He prepared for this night for a good two days. He made a sign with (y/n)'s name and number and researched some basic rules on the sport. He is ready to be the best god damn cheerleader he could be!
The starters got into their rotation on the court as the down ref checked to make sure it was correct. Once he gave the all clear (y/n) jogged onto the court and switched with a girl in the back row. The up ref blew his whistle and the game began.
The first serve went to the home team (your team). Their first server went up for serve. The gym is silent. The ball flies over the net the the opposing team. The set up is simple enough.
Pass. Set. Hit!
The ball comes zooming over the net to the home team side straight to (y/n). The libero digs the ball with ease and the setter runs to her spot to set a hitter. She sets a quick short set to the middle hitter. The hitter hits into the side of the block. The ball goes flying to the far corner of the opposing court. The opposing side's libero runs to save it, but does not reach it before it hits the gym floor.
The home cheer section cheers for the first point, and Minho silently stares in amazement.
Holy shit this is awesome, he screams in his head.
The two teams dual it out further. The first set is won by the home team. The second and third are won by the away team, and the fourth goes to the home. The tie-breaker set stays intensely close.
13 13
Home Away
The outside hitter of the opposing team slams a kill past (y/n).
13 14
Home Away
"You got this (y/n)," a familiar voice yells from the crowd. (y/n) glances at the crowd surprised, and sees a colorful sign with her name and number on it being held by her dorky boyfriend. A small blush appears on her cheeks when her boyfriend begins to wave it realizing she's looking at him.
"Time out," the coach yells to the referee over the screams and cheers from the cheer sections. The players run off the court to their school coaches. The home team huddles together.
"Okay ladies, I want you to relax and catch your breath. It's as much of a possibility for them to win as it is for us to win. If we're going to lose, we're going down fighting. I want you girls to go out there and try your hardest," the coach says as a pep talk.
"If you can, I want you to hit at there set. Make her get the first ball. Their second setter isn't very good. Watch for tips from the hitters. Don't give up!"
"(y/h/s/n) on three! One, two three!"
"(y/h/s/n)!"
The players return to their positions on the court. The referee gives the ball to the opposing team's server. He blows the whistle and the game resumes.
The ball is served over. It's a float serve that is easily popped back into the air. The ball is then set to the back row. (y/n) sees the ball and approaches it to spike it over the net. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees an open spot on the court. She aims and silently prays that it goes there. She hits the ball and the it goes to the spot and nobody was close enough to save it.
"Oh yeah! That's my girlfriend," Minho screams from the stands. A blush erupts in (y/n)'s face.
"Minho stop," she mumbles to herself.
----time skip----
The game finishes with (y/h/s/n) winning 17 to 15. (y/n) searches for Minho after she helps the team put away the net and poles. She finally finds him waiting at the gym door with the sign he made. He smiles when he notices her.
"(y/n)! You did great!" He runs to greet her with a hug. He picks her up and spins her around. When he doesn't hear her familiar laughter, he sets her down. He's greeted with a gently punch to his chest. "Hey! What was that for?"
"I told you not to come! Idiot," she yells at him.
"Why? It was awesome! Like when you hit the ball, I was like you go hit that shit. I seriously need to come to more of your games."
"No, Minho please don't come," (y/n) says very seriously. Minho stares back disheartened by her words.
"Why? I thought I did a good job on cheering for you." A small pout appears on his face.
"It just that you're a little bit of a distraction."
"No, I'm not. You didn't even notice I was there at first," he argues.
"You're just too fucking cute," she yells frustrated. She relaxes after a small moment of silence. "It's just distracting, and my teammates don't know I have a boyfriend. They'll just kind of tease me about it," she says shyly while avoiding eye contact. She is surprised when a pair of lips meet hers for a short kiss.
He pulls his lips away but keeps his face close to hers. He stares into her (y/e/c) eyes. Gosh he has such an adorable girlfriend, he reminds himself.
"(y/n) you worry too much. Everything will be fine." He pulls away entirely, then wraps his arm around her waist. "Now, let's go have that victory make out." He smiles when he hears that familiar giggle.
"You're such an idiot," she says as they begin to walk to the school parking lot.
"I know, and you're my smart volleyball player. Together we make the most adorable couple there is," he says in return.
"Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Minho turns to give a quick kiss on (y/n)'s forehead.
"Once, but I would love to hear it again," he says.
"I love you," she places her hand on her hip where his hand rests.
"I love you, too (y/n)."
------the next day at practice------
"Hey (y/n)," a senior on (y/n)'s team grabs her attention.
"Yeah."
"Was that guy with the sign your boyfriend?" (y/n)'s cheeks flush bright red.
"Umm yup. That's Minho," she replies slowly.
"Good! You guys look so adorable together." The senior jokingly pats (y/n)'s head as (y/n) stares at the ground embarrassed.
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This is probably the fastest I've ever written something. I know I haven't been updating a lot, but after two or three weeks I will be completely free again.
Anyways, I'm a volleyball player and I just got back from a tournament. If your a volleyball player, leave a comment with what position you play. I'm curious to see who else plays volleyball.