Creatio ex nihilo

woobin’s voice rings loud and clear. it’s a feat, really, being able to differentiate each other from each other when they all technically share the same mother.

“over here, hyung,” he replies, voice never quite reaching the height of a call or a shout. he is sitting on a chair by the island, one ankle almost noticeably bigger and redder than the rest of him.

it’s another feat, really, how this is the first thing his body has felt in weeks. “good game.”

An apologetic smile immediately colored his expression as he looked back at his cousin.

Woobin was a little more than apologetic at this point, guilt being the strongest of the emotions gripping him. While he’d never been exceptionally close with Jisoo while they were growing up, he did feel responsible for taking him out the game. They were family after all, right? His dark brown eyes shot down to Jisoo’s ankle and immediately he winced. Stepping around the island he headed for the freezer to look for something, anything to help the swelling go down. 

woobin runs. jisoo falls. jisoo blinks, then everything is red and painful and he tries to stand but he can’t. it all happens so fast. (trying to fix someone else’s mistakes usually ends in an accident.)

he hears a whistle, sees everyone stop. sees his cousin standing over him. jisoo tries to stand again–once more, twice. he can’t. he gives it a little chuckle. just to let adrenaline escape. just to let everyone know, “i’m fine.”

not that he is entirely fine–judging by the way he had to be assisted by two people back into the house.

The rest of the game Woobin had a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. It was one that sat thick and heavy and he couldn’t fully bring himself back into the game. Despite his lack of focus, his team won, but that didn’t make him feel any better.

Grabbing a water bottle from the large ice chest, he bypassed his family members wanting to congratulate him on the hard-fought win and others who seemed eager to talk to him about what he was up to these days and went to look for Jisoo.

( @dywoobin ) he knows lee family soccer games tend to get rough. he knows this. yet, like eleven other cousins, he still rolls his sleeves up and pushes into a horse stance, ready to either shove someone into a pile of finely mowed dirt or get a mouthful of it himself. the blow of a whistle sounds in the air, then they are off. twelve men in fine sweaters and jackets, divided into two teams of six, dash off to clash, to guard their posts, to follow their game plans.

it’s not a lee family soccer game without game plans and strategies.

So far, everyone on his team stuck to the game plan. Formations were tight and his team seemed to stick to their zone coverage perfectly.