Injured Severely Shirtless in the Rain: Sehun’s Soccer Practice

Prompt: Injured Severely Shirtless in the Rain: Sehun’s Soccer Practice

The storm had rolled in like a sinister warning, heavy clouds gathering above the soccer field at the edge of town. A chill crept through the air, bringing with it the scent of fresh rain and the promise of a downpour. The sky turned a steely gray as Sehun and his teammates gathered for practice, their breaths becoming visible in the cool air. For them, the weather was just another obstacle to overcome in the pursuit of becoming the best soccer players they could be. Sehun stood apart, stretching his limbs in preparation for the session ahead. The thud of his heartbeat echoed in his ears, drowning out the chatter of his teammates, their voices thick with anticipation and adrenaline. They had recently made it to the finals, and each one of them felt the electric pull of victory — and the dread of possible defeat. Their status as underdogs only fueled their desire to win. As the first drops of rain began to fall, scattering across the dusty field, their coach blew the whistle, calling the team to order. Sehun wiped the sweat from his brow, the chill causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. He glanced around, spotting his friends, each clad in their team jerseys, faces serious yet filled with youthful exuberance. The field became a canvas, and they were poised to paint their masterpiece. The rain began to pour, turning the earth beneath their feet into a slick, muddy expanse. It felt invigorating despite the cold — the sensation of water against bare skin — and Sehun reveled in it, feeling more alive than he ever had. He discarded his shirt, wanting nothing to hold him back as he tore across the field, feeling the freedom of movement surge within him. His teammates chuckled, the sight of a shirtless Sehun reminiscent of carefree days spent playing soccer as kids, when none of them cared about injuries or the relentless ticking of time. The practice intensified under the stormy skies as they shifted into drills and scrimmages. Sehun was in his element, darting between defenders, grasping for the ball and executing intricate passes. He loved how his body thrived on the challenge, each maneuver requiring both finesse and brute force. When he scored a goal, the excitement in the air exploded; shouts of triumph echoed as they rushed to congratulate him, the rain drenching their enthusiasm, tangling their hair into wild strands. However, the exhilaration was short-lived. The field became dangerously slippery, and Sehun, in his drive to impress, underestimated the conditions. As he lunged for the ball, miscalculated his footing, and fell hard against the muddy ground. Pain shot through his ankle, a sudden jolt that echoed the sharpness of the storm that raged around him. He cried out, struggling to sit upright, blinking against the sheets of rain that made the world around him a hazy blur. His teammates rushed to his side, their joyful shouts turning to concerned murmurs. “Sehun! Are you okay?” one of them said, anxiety tinged in his voice. Sehun gritted his teeth, feeling his ankle throb unmercifully. He tried to stand, to shake off the pain like he had done countless times before, but a wave of nausea swept over him. “I’m fine,” he insisted, though the strain in his voice betrayed him. As he attempted to rise, the sharpness of his injury forced him back down. The mud clung to him, and the rain continued to tumble, as if mocking his determination. The coach approached, kneeling beside him, concern etched on his face. “Stay still, Sehun. Let’s take a look at that ankle,” the coach ordered as he reached for Sehun's foot, carefully assessing the damage. The warmth of his coach’s hand contrasted with the cold rain around them. Sehun winced but bit back his complaints. “I can keep going,” he argued weakly, his fierce desire to continue echoing in his chest. The coach shook his head. “You need to take a break. You can’t play like this,” he replied, his voice firm but gentle. With a heavy heart, Sehun watched as the practice continued around him, laughter fading into controlled shouts as his teammates rallied together, working hard sans him. He felt a sinking realization — he was sidelined, a thought that had never crossed his mind before. The rain pattered against his skin; it was a cold reminder of his vulnerability, a stark contrast to the warm camaraderie he had felt just moments ago. Sehun’s gaze fell on his teammates, their joy palpable even through his haze of frustration. One goal, one play, one moment of recklessness had changed everything. After some time, a pair of familiar voices broke through his reverie. Kyungsoo knelt beside him, his expression softer than the raindrops that fell around them. “We got this, Sehun. Take care of yourself; we’ll win it for you,” he said, and Sehun felt a flicker of comfort amidst his discomfort. “Yeah! We’ll bring home the trophy for you!” Chanyeol added, beaming positivity even as mud plastered his jersey. Sehun laughed softly, appreciation swamping his initial annoyance. They believed in him, and that belief fueled his own hope. As the rain continued to pour, blending his tears with the drops falling from the heavens, Sehun's heart still raced with determination. During each swing of his teammates legs, each pulse of their energy struck at him — he was not out of the game. He promised himself to return, stronger and fiercer than ever, and just because he was injured didn’t mean he wouldn’t support them, in spirit, in strategy, and in encouragement. For now, he would heal. But he would do so with the fire of one who wouldn’t let the storm drown his spirit, shirtless but unbroken, moving towards brighter days ahead.