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Genre(s) - Fluff, University!AU, slight enemies to loversÂ
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 universityâs 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.
Word Count - 5.9k
Authorâs Note - I had this half finished for the past two years and Iâm 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, Iâm really just projecting myself through this fic lol but people always say write what you want to read
Taglist - @k-vanity @neocity-net (fill out this google form if you'd like to be added!)
Written for the Quarter Life Shenanigans Collab hosted by @ncteaxhoe. Beta read by the lovely @lovetaroandtaemin.
Prompts: âI have a term paper due tomorrow but the cafe you work at after college is the only 24 hour cafe with internet,â and âI want to take a shower so you should probably join me, to save water you know.â
Now playing: Kick It - NCT 127, Bad Euphoria - Yuta, Meaning of Love - NCT 127, Pandoraâs 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 universityâs menâs soccer team, despite the chilly autumn weather. Wrenâs 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. âHoshi!â they screamed in delight, the aforementioned soccer player making a beeline for his significant other as soon as their foot hit the turf.Â
âThank you for coming!â Hoshi wrapped Wren up in a tight hug, picking them up and spinning them around. âWe won because you came.âÂ
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.Â
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 ballâs path, repeating the commands in your head âout and around, out and around,â 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.Â
âAre you gonna shoot it or what?â 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. âI have to put these away, you know.âÂ
His hair was slightly damp from sweat, cheeks flushed pink with a slight sheen over them. Gosh, he looked good even if he had just played a whole game before this. âOh, itâs okay-â you stammered, moving to pass the ball to him.Â
âNo, no, go ahead,â he encouraged with a smirk, âIâd like to see what you can do.âÂ
You werenât one to turn down a challenge, so you shifted the ball around with the bottom of your foot, placing it squarely on the penalty arc. It had been a while since you were last in this position, but surely your muscle memory would pull you through. Yuta was getting impatient. âHurry up. The ground crew is gonna lock us in here if you donât get a move on.âÂ
Not wanting to be stuck on the field with such a prick, you locked your gaze on the goal, switching back to the ball. Your feet were firmly planted before pushing all your momentum forward, taking two steps towards the ball and kicking it hard on the third. The sound of the leather against your shoe made that satisfying noise you remembered all too well. The ball flew through the air valiantly, but your chest filled with embarrassment as it so clearly missed the goal, not even coming close to the posts.Â
âNice one,â Yuta sneered as he dropped the two balls he was holding in order to run after the one you had sent to the edges of the field. âTake those back to the bench for me,â he shouted as he took off running.Â
You sighed, feeling bad about giving the already tired soccer player more work to do, but after he acted like he had a stick up his butt, you didn't feel all that guilty. Picking up the two balls that Yuta had dropped, you headed over to the teamâs bench where Hoshi and Wren had taken a seat to wait for you. Wren raised a hand to wave at you before turning to Hoshi and speaking into his ear. Hoshi smiled and laughed at whatever your friend had said, nodding his head enthusiastically.Â
âNow what are you lovebirds laughing about?â You inquired, not wanting to be left out of the fun.Â
âItâs nothing,â Wren said with a smile. You knew it wasnât nothing.Â
âLooks like you met Yuta,â Hoshi noted. âHe played well today.â
You spared the aforementioned soccer player a glance over your shoulder, finding Uta jogging while dribbling the ball in your direction. âYeahâŚis he always like that?â
Hoshi raises an eyebrow, âlike what?â
âYou knowâŚsassy, broodingâŚâ you trailed off, not knowing how else to explain the attitude of the older athlete.Â
âHmm, Iâd say so,â Hoshi mused, his eyes shifting to focus on something past you, âWATCH OUT-â
Hoshi towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder while his other stretched forward. But he was too late. There was a loud smack as the ball collided with your head and bounced off, sending you reeling. Hoshi barely caught you in his arms while Wren lurched forward to make sure you didnât completely fall over.Â
You felt a wave of heat wash over your head and face, ears ringing and burning. It was partly from embarrassment, but there was a stronger emotion present. Anger. You whipped around, knowing fully well just who sent that ball at your head.Â
âNakamoto Yuta!â You shouted, eyes falling upon the dark-haired soccer player clutching his stomach and laughing. He staggered around as he struggled to catch his breath, falling to his knees and putting a hand on the ground to steady himself.Â
You stood still in shock, feeling a sudden hatred for the man in front of you. âDonât take it too personally,â Hoshi muttered as he moved to retrieve the ball and slide it into the bag with the rest of them.Â
âDonât take it too personally?â You repeated, not sure how to handle the situation.Â
âHeâs just playing around,â Hoshi reassured.Â
You shook your head and asked, âHow in the world can that be considered âplaying aroundâ when he literally nailed me in the head?â
Hoshi put a hand on your shoulder, patting it as if giving you support. âThatâs how he fools around with us. Just trust me.â
No matter how much you trusted Wrenâs boyfriend, there was no way you were going to trust that asshole of an athlete for deliberately kicking a ball to your head.Â
After the little incident on the field, you start to notice Yuta like an Easter egg hidden in plain sight. On Monday, when you entered the classroom for your 9AM business ethics class, he was sitting on the other side of the room with his phone out. The seats had always been arranged in a circular formation to allow for discussion, and as you took your seat, Yuta was almost directly in front of you. There was no way he had always sat there. You had this class three times a week and already had six class meetings, yet you didnât recall ever seeing his face.Â
Yuta momentarily glanced up at you taking your seat, the two of you making brief eye contact, though he looked away, turning his attention back to whatever was on his phone. You were still perplexed by his appearance in class. Perhaps someone had taken his seat, and he had moved to a different one. Sometimes, that happened in your other classes, and you begrudgingly took up a different place in the room. Yeah, thatâs probably what happened to him.
Most students streamed in and filled up the remaining spots in the circle while the professor started his lecture. Todayâs focus was on profit margin, and the professor started monotonously introducing the topic of buying low and selling high. It was common sense, really.Â
You found yourself falling disinterested in the lecture and allowed your eyes to wander throughout the room. When your gaze fell upon Yuta, it was startling to be met with his that was already on you. Now it was your turn to avert your eyes from his piercing stare. This type of interaction happened a few more times throughout the hour you were forced to listen to examples of net profit calculations.Â
It was quite inconvenient that Yuta chose the seat that he did since whenever you relaxed and forgot about his dark and foreboding presence, he came into view again. When the lecture drew to a close, you breathed a sigh of relief as he swiftly left the room. The stifling feeling that had gripped you throughout the class finally began to fade, and you made a mental note to never again sit across from Yuta.Â
Later in the week, on Friday, you were halfway through your shift at a small cafe just a block away from campus. Due to its close proximity, it was frequented by your fellow university students, so you shouldnât have been surprised when a certain person entered the shop. Already preoccupied making another order, you didnât pay him much attention, but your hands became shaky as you felt the unsettling sensation of someone watching you.Â
âOne medium green tea frappe with a caramel drizzle,â you heard him order while finishing up the drink you were working on. It may or may not have been on purpose that you took a while unscrewing the lid of the blender and pouring the contents out into a cup. But regardless, Yutaâs order went to another barista, and you were happy to have avoided the awkwardness of calling his name and handing him the drink.
After your coworker had finished making his order, you subtly watched him take a table near the back of the shop. That particular spot was coveted by many since it only seated two people and had access to the outlet in the wall next to it. As he pulled out a laptop and charger from his backpack, you wondered just how long he would be staying since it was already nearing 6PM.Â
Yuta left the forefront of your mind as the hours dragged on, and you got lost in the repetition of completing orders and cleaning the equipment. The two other baristas working were entertaining enough with the rumor they heard about one of their professors doing drag at a local gay bar.Â
Before you knew it, the end of your shift was approaching, and the employees taking the graveyard shift arrived. You double-checked that you had clocked out properly before taking off the cafe apron and throwing it in the laundry bag. Upon exiting the bar from the side door, you were surprised to see Yuta still at his table nestled in the corner.Â
He looked the same as when he first sat down all those hours ago, except he now wore glasses and had a collection of empty cups next to his laptop. He came in around 6PM and was still working at 10PM. You wondered what Yuta could possibly be doing that he kept himself holed up in the cafe for so long.Â
As you held the door open for your coworkers leaving behind you, Yuta looked up from his computer, his interest piqued by the motion behind his screen. Your eyes caught his, just as they did during class, though this time, you could see exhaustion painted ever so clearly in his expression.Â
âItâs already ten oâclock,â you called out to him, walking over to his table, âwhat are you doing here this late?âÂ
Yuta let out a heavy sigh, which was laced with his stress and lack of energy. âI have a term paper due tomorrow, but this cafe is the only 24-hour cafe with internet near campus. So Iâm stuck here, pretty much.â
âYou donât have wi-fi at your dorm?â you inquired. The thought of being a college student without internet access in their accommodations utterly horrified you.Â
âApartment,â he corrected. âI do have an okay connection there, but my roommates slow it down a lot because of all the stuff they do.â
You couldnât really imagine what a group of guys had to do in order to slow down their connection so much that Yuta felt he had to go elsewhere. Especially to work on a school assignment on a weeknight. That seemed inconsiderate of his roommates, but you knew you werenât in any place to voice these thoughts to Yuta. âHow much longer are you planning to stay?â
âMaybe just another hour or so. Iâm almost done,â he shared. âWhy? Do you need me to leave or something?â
âNo, I was just curious,â you blurt quickly, not wanting to provoke his thorny personality when he is already worn out. âI guess Iâll see you in class tomorrow?â
Yuta looked down at his laptop and sank into the seat. âYeah, probably. If I actually wake up and get there in time.âÂ
âI can take notes for you if you end up not making it,â you offer, surprising yourself.Â
He perked up at your words. âThat would be nice. Here,â Yuta picked up his phone from the table and held it out toward you. âSend yourself a message from my phone so that you have my number.âÂ
You typed in your digits and sent a smiley face before handing the phone back to him. âGood luck on your paper,â you encouraged, âand hopefully, Iâll see you tomorrow!â
âThanks,â Yuta answered curtly while returning his focus to his assignment.Â
On your walk back to your dorm, your thoughts kept drifting to Yuta. It was clear that you hadn't broken through his shell, but you had his number now. Surely that was progress, right? Why were you even trying to make progress in the first place? He was only a classmate, and not even a very sociable one. So, why were you still so drawn to him?
As the semester went on, you noticed the way that Yuta became a regular in your cafe. His piercing gaze met yours whenever he came in, no matter if he came during the lull between lunch and dinner or if he came during the peak of rush hour with customers waiting for their end-of-work caffeine fix. Yuta always ordered the same thing whenever he came. A medium green tea frappe with a caramel drizzle. Surprisingly sweet for the likes of him.Â
You became so familiar with his presence in the shop that you would start working on his order as soon as you saw him walk through the door. At some point, you noticed that you began looking forward to his visits when you were working. You caught yourself wondering when he would stop by, what he would be wearing, and what his plans were for the day.Â
Whenever you happened to be the one to take Yutaâs order at the register, he would greet you with a smile and ask how your day had been. Sometimes, youâd answer with a simple âgood.â But whenever the store wasnât busy, you took the time to share more about yourself, and he would do the same.Â
You came to know about which classes he had besides your shared one. He was a fifth-year business major with a focus on international relations and a minor in travel industry management. He spent his earlier years in college partying until the sun rose, forming bad habits to the point that he was going to be kicked from the team if his grades dropped any further. Yuta told you that he took his third year as a time to change. He shared about his withdrawal from the soccer team and the long hours he spent at the library finishing assignments and proofreading his essays in a grand attempt to resurrect his GPA.Â
To him, soccer was more than just a sport. It was something that grounded him and brought him back to his senses. To Yuta, soccer was the reason that he was able to clean up his act and get his academics in order. You would have never guessed that this one activity meant so much to him. âIâm worried about what Iâll do once this is all over,â he confided during one quiet evening. âIâm scared that Iâll go back to my old habits once I donât have the team to keep me in check, once I donât have practice to go to every week.â
The conversations with Yuta became a regular occurrence, especially when he would come near the end of your shift. You worked from the end of your classes at 1pm to 5pm on Mondays and Wednesdays, which was right in time for Yutaâs coffee pick-me-up before heading to soccer practice at 7pm. Originally, you hated your Friday schedule, starting classes at 9am with hardly any break until 2pm, then off to work from 3pm until 10pm. But when Yuta began coming in during those late nights, you grew to like them.Â
âCanât let a pretty girl like you walk home alone when itâs this late,â Yuta reasoned when you asked why he insisted on coming to the cafe and getting his normal iced americano when any normal person would be winding down for the night. He stuck to his words, walking you home every Friday night after you helped close up. You werenât going to admit it, but you enjoyed his company, and it helped to put your mind at ease whenever he was with you. Sometimes, he would even help you clean up, picking up trash and taking the large garbage bags out to the dumpster for you. âThe faster you close, the faster youâll get homeâŚgotta make sure my girl is safe.âÂ
His girl.Â
Yuta had never asked you for more than his normal medium green tea frappe with a caramel drizzle, yet you both knew each other well past customer and barista. Were you his girl? If you were, you had no way of knowing. You didn't want to ask and push the situation around when you were already happy with where things stood currently. The way Yuta made time for you in his busy schedule despite his soccer commitments and impending graduation. Surely that must mean something, but you shut down those thoughts, not wanting to place more weight onto Yutaâs actions.Â
Aside from Yuta becoming a regular at your cafe, you similarly became a regular at the menâs soccer games, much to Wrenâs surprise. After that first incident with Yuta, Wren was so sure that you would never want to go to another soccer game in your life. Wren jokingly asked if you would be down to watch the teamâs upcoming match, fully expecting you to say no. Wrenâs eyes went wide in shock upon hearing your answer, not sure if they heard you correctly. âY-youâll go to the game with me?âÂ
âThatâs what I said, isnât it?â You said matter-of-factly.Â
âI know I said that itâs an important match because it decides whether or not they qualify for the play-offs, but that doesnât mean you have to go,â Wren blurted, as if double-checking that you werenât merely forcing yourself to go in order to support your friend in supporting their boyfriend.Â
âItâs okay,â you told them. âI want to go.â But if you were being honest, you were already planning to go. Yuta had invited you to the game the previous week. When he explained how important the match was to him, being that it was his last year with the team, you couldnât say no. Not when he gave you the cutest pleading look, eyes wide with hope. For all the times he kept you company at work and got you home safely, you figured this was the least you could do to repay him.Â
The bright stadium lights shone harshly upon the two teams running around on the field. You watched the throng of players weaving in between each other as the ball was passed around the turf. It was already nearing the end of the match, yet the teams were neck and neck, tied with one goal each. You admired all of the athletes on the pitch, in awe of the stamina and strength theyâd shown throughout the entire match, yet your eyes followed only one of the players. Number 7, Nakamoto Yuta, left striker.Â
Yuta dominated his area of the field, expertly handling the ball with precision and skill. Throughout the game, he was constantly breaking away from the opposing players defending him and taking multiple shots on the goal. He played with such vigor and ferocity that it had you doubting he was the same man that watched you with such softness as you wiped down tables.Â
With only a few seconds on the clock, the play started with a throw-in from Hoshi, who was playing as a right-side midfielder. Sitting next to you, Wren cheered on their boyfriend as he sent the ball to the right-side center back, Jeonghan. The ball was sent on its way from Jeonghan across the field to the left, bouncing over to where Yuta was in tight quarters with two players from the opposing team. One of them attempted to do a header, causing the ball to continue in the air and the group of them to run after it in a fight for dominance. When the ball came back down, Yuta swooped under it, nudging it with his thigh to push it forward and into his control. The team erupted in cheers as they knew what was about to happen.Â
Yuta brought the ball to the ground and dribbled it while coming up to the opposing teamâs defensive players. He lightly tapped the ball towards the outer line before quickly sidestepping and redirecting the ball towards his right, now with a clear path towards the goal. Yuta broke away from the small mob of opposing players with exceptional speed, his shoes turning into a blur as he sprinted toward the penalty box.Â
The opposing team watched, unable to catch up with him, their only hope left being their goalie. Right as Yuta reached the top of the penalty box, you saw the all-familiar plant of his left foot while his right hung back, winding up for the shot. The crowd was in a frenzy as supporters of both teams yelled and cheered. The sound of Yutaâs shoe against the ball echoed from the field, followed by the swish of the net when the ball soared right over the goalieâs outstretched arms.Â
You and Wren jumped in the air, holding each other's hands in celebration while the other boys on the team ran onto the field and crashed into Yuta as he ran into their arms with a smile on his face. The buzzer rang loud and clear, signaling the end of the match and the teamâs entrance into the playoffs. You watched as Yutaâs hair flew around while he hugged his teammates, all of them equally sweaty yet even more energized. âCome on, letâs go and congratulate them,â Wren said, holding onto your wrist while guiding you down the bleachers toward the turf.Â
Not wanting to interrupt the team and their hard-earned moment, you and Wren hung back near the edge of the field. Your eyes floated over the crowd of boys in the same jersey, buzzing with the same excitement. A singular ball came shooting out towards you from the mass of men, followed by the athlete whose smile felt like it was even brighter than the stadium lights.Â
You trapped the ball gently with your foot before passing it back to Yuta as he approached you. He received the ball with the top of his foot, popping it into the air and letting it fall onto his thighs before juggling it a couple of times, showing off his skill before sending it back to you. You trapped it with your thigh, waiting for it to fall down a bit and then tapping it back up with your foot, only juggling the ball twice before firmly pressing it onto the ground. âLooks like you should be on the field instead of me,â Yuta joked with a smile.Â
âNo, I could never,â you shook your head as Yuta closed the distance between the two of you. âYou did so good tonight,â you said quietly as Yuta pulled you into a hug.Â
âI had to,â he responded, pulling away to meet your gaze. âCouldnât let you down.âÂ
âCouldnât let your team down,â you corrected. âCongratulations on making it into the playoffs.âÂ
Yuta sighed as he released you from his grip, âYeah, just means more games, more practice, more sore muscles.âÂ
âYou act like thatâs such a bad thing when youâre quite literally the star of the team,â you say with a smile tugging at your lips.Â
âAm I?â Yuta mused while turning to look at the rest of his teammates as they began to pack up their equipment.Â
âI think so,â you nearly whisper as you approach him once more. You place both your hands on his firm chest before shoving him lightly back towards his team. âGo back to your team before they leave you behind.âÂ
Yuta shot you a quick smile as you passed him the ball, and he took it back over to the bench and joined his team in cleaning up. âWhatâs up with you guys?â Wren's voice breaks you away from the fading image of Yutaâs smile in your mind. You shrug, not really knowing how to explain the situation between you and Yuta. Wren gave you a look that meant you were done for once the two of you were alone. âThereâs no way you guys go from nearly fighting each other one game and hugging the next without telling me whatâs going on.â
âI became a fan, I guess,â you tell them with feigned nonchalance, causing Wren to let out an exasperated sigh.
In celebration of the soccer teamâs advancement into the playoffs, their coach had given them the week off and canceled practice on Monday and Wednesday. You knew this much because of Wrenâs insufferable yapping about how excited they were to have Hoshi all to themselves for the week and how they had so many fun things planned. Wren and Hoshi had extended an invitation to both you and Yuta privately in hopes of getting to play matchmaker and help move your relationship along.Â
You meant to ask Yuta about it on Monday, but your plans were thwarted by the midterm, which occupied all of your class time. Since Yutaâs practice was cancelled, and the midterm for your shared class was over, you knew there was really no reason for him to stop by the cafe that night. You spent that entire shift anxiously glancing between the door and the clock on the wall, wondering if the dark-haired soccer player with the piercing eyes would show up. He did not.Â
On Tuesday night, your professor announced that class on Wednesday would be canceled to allow for makeup tests for any students who had yet to take the midterm and for the grading of tests. As such, you were robbed of your next chance to see Yuta. When you went to work on Wednesday, you assumed that Yutaâs familiar presence would again be missing from your schedule.Â
It was fine; he deserved to rest. Yuta should have been using this time to recover. He earned it.Â
The bell on the door chimed as Wren and Hoshi entered the cafe, interrupting your pitiful worrying. âHow is my favorite barista doing?â Wren asked with a wide smile, their hands wrapped around Hoshiâs bicep.Â
âGood, good,â you start, âjustâŚworking.â You took down their order seamlessly before continuing the conversation.Â
âYou know, we didnât think you would be at work tonight,â Hoshi shared. âWe thought you would be with Yuta.âÂ
âOh?â You were intrigued. Yuta hadnât mentioned any plans to you. The two of you hadnât seen, much less spoken to, each other since the game on Saturday.Â
âYeah, I was stalking your location, and when I saw you were here, I knew something was up,â Wren spilled, causing you to roll your eyes at their antics. âHoshi also said that Yuta has been radio silent in their team chat too, so we thought maybe he was over here with you.â
âHmmm,â you hummed in thought. âHe didnât say anything about hanging out this week, and he hasnât stopped by the cafe while I was working either. Should I be concerned?â
Hoshi looked between you and Wren. âWell, nearly every guy on the team is spending this time with their significant other. Iâm not saying itâs a problem that Yuta isn't with you, but Iâm just saying maybe he would like to have some company.â
You thought back to the late-night conversations you shared with Yuta in the cafe and on the walks to your apartment. The way he told you about the passion, loyalty, and devotion he had towards soccer and the team. The image of his brow furrowed with worry comes to your mind, remembering how he spoke about his future and his life without the guidelines of the sport keeping him afloat.Â
All the pieces suddenly fell together. You had a newfound sense of urgency to finish Wren and Hoshiâs orders. Looking over at your coworker, you quietly asked if they would be okay closing alone, which they more than happily obliged, as you often did for them.Â
You brought Wren and Hoshi their order before taking off your apron and clocking out early. âWhere are you going?â Wren asked, the slightest bit of concern showing in their expression.Â
âIs the field open?â You ask Hoshi.Â
He nods. âShould be. We normally have practice right now, so I would assume itâs open.â
âThanks.â You packed away your belongings into your school bag and headed out just as the sun was starting to set.Â
After the short walk back to campus, you finally reach the top of the soccer stadium. The lights illuminated the field, all but empty aside from the lone man taking shots from the edge of the penalty box. As you made your way down the bleachers, emotions swirled in your chest. Would this be too far for your relationship? Was it too much for him? What if he wasnât comfortable with this? What if he really just wanted to be alone?
Part of you wanted to turn around and go back to the familiar warmth of the coffee shop and spend a peaceful evening with your friends. But it was too late for that. Yuta had already spotted you and now stood waiting with his arms crossed, one leg straight while the other was planted on a ball. âWhat are you doing here?â He called out to you.Â
âI thought practice was canceled.â You deliberately didnât answer his question.Â
Yuta shrugged, then returned his focus to the line of balls and sent another one whizzing through the air and into the corner of the goal. He continued down the line as you drew closer, sending shot after shot into the net. He paused right before the last one, placed his foot upon it before turning to you. âJust because itâs canceled doesnât mean I canât practice on my own.â
He took his foot off the ball, doing a little nod over to it and stepping back a bit to give you space. You smiled at him before shooting the ball towards the goal, hearing the satisfying swish as the ball fell against the net.
Yuta praised your skill, and the two of you played around for a bit while collecting the balls from the goal. Once all of the balls were fathered into a bunch, the two of you laid down on the cool turf together, looking up at the night sky.Â
âShouldnât you be at work right now?â Yuta questioned.Â
âI should be. But Iâm not.â You didnât dare look at him, keeping your eyes glued on the stars above you.Â
From the corner of your eye, you saw Yuta adjust himself. You saw him roll onto his side and prop his head up, his cheek resting inside his palm. âWhy are you here?â
âThought you might need some company,â you breathed out, feeling the heat of Yutaâs gaze on you.
âI guess you were right.â Yutaâs eyes traced up and down the outline of your face. âSo do you have any plans for tonight?â
You finally turn to face him. âNo, this was about it.â
âWould you like to come over?â Yuta offered.
You looked at him incredulously. âCome over?â
âYeah,â Yuta chuckled, seeing your expression. âTo my apartment. Well, itâs a shared apartment. I live with Seungcheol and Jeonghan from the team.â
You knew he had roommates, but you didnât know they were his roommates. You shouldâve expected he would be living with people from the team, though. They were his inner circle, and you knew that much. âWhat are they doing with their free time tonight?â
âDonât know. They said theyâre going to a party, so they probably wonât be coming back until later.â Yuta rolled onto his back as a gust of wind blew over the two of you, carrying his sweat-tinged scent. âSo are you coming or what?â
You hummed as if thinking about your answer. âI smell like coffee, and you smell like, wellâŚâ
âYeah, I know.â Yuta let out a laugh as he pushed himself into a sitting position. âI want to take a shower, so you should probably join me,â he smiled further as your brows furrowed, âto save water, you know?â
âI-â you were left stumbling for words. âI mean, yeah, I guess that makes sense.â You sat up to match him, dusting off the bits of turf that stuck to your clothes.
Yuta looked at you through strands of damp hair. âYou donât have to if you donât want to. I was only joking.â You froze in place. âUnlessâŚyou really want to.â A smirk slowly formed on his face. âI wonât stop you if you do.â
You didnât want to speak, afraid of tripping over your words as your heart pounded in your chest. âYuta, what are we?â You blurted out.
âWell,â he began, placing a hand on your knee, âwhat would you like us to be?â
âI donât know,â you sigh and look up at the stars glimmering in the sky as if they would speak your innermost desires for you. âWould it scare you if I said I want us to be more than friends?â
âNo, not at all.â Yutaâs hand lifted from your knee and gently cupped your jaw, turning you to face him. âWould you like to be my girlfriend?â
âI would love that.â Your eyes lit up, mirror the stars above you.Â
Yuta closed the distance between the two of you, the hand on your jaw tilting your head as his lips caught yours in a kiss. You kissed him back and felt his lips form a smile against yours.Â
Yuta scored many goals on this field, but nothing compared to the one he scored tonight.Â
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Authorâs Note: This is part of the song fic series Iâm taking part in with @this-song-thats-only-for-you. We got Fancy by Twice for February, and this is my version based off the lyrics. To see Semâs version, click HERE. And yes, weâre posting these stories much later than the month intended. Better late than never!
Nothingâs Over | Fancy |
âIâm out of my depth,â you proclaimed breathily, blinking wildly as you took in your new surroundings from the small window. This was a paradise you had never imagined. Slowly, you got up and went to the exit, still feeling numb from the immediate overwhelm you experienced when you arrived at your destination. A hand extended up to you and you looked away from the unreal view to take the proffered help from a steward assisting you and the other passengers of the amphibious aircraft down onto the jetty.
âThe signboard at the last airport doesnât do this place justice,â your childhood friend Mac agreed as he stepped down behind you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.
âHow are we here?â
âWell,â Mac started, and you shot him a filthy look that made him grin. âYou see that tiny little plane you were afraid to get on two hours ago behind usâoof!â
You elbowed him in the ribs and started to walk off, following the other travellers towards the island waiting at the end of the jetty. A staff member called out that the sand feels so magical that taking off your shoes was best to do before stepping onto the shore, so you kicked off your sandals and bent down to retrieve them.
You then glanced up at Mac. âJennie isnât this rich, surely.â
âItâs an almost private island, Y/N. I think sheâs more than billionaire-level rich.â
A wheeze left you as you stepped down onto the pale blonde sand, feeling completely changed as the warmth enveloped your bare feet. Wow. This was paradise indeed.
âHow could she hide her wealth from us all this time? We all rented the shittiest apartment together when we were in university. This makes no sense.â
Mac shrugged, not feeling any sting of betrayal like you were. âAnd yet here we are for the wedding destination of the year. Are they waiting over there with flutes of champagne for us? Iâve never had this type of perk upon arriving anywhere before.â
âYouâve never been flown into a tiny island for a wedding like this before either.â You eyed everything a little more cynically. âWe only paid two thousand dollars to attend this.â
âAnd?â
âLook around Mac! This is utter paradise. This is mad! This is expensive.â
âOh no,â he lamented, shaking you gently. âYouâre not going to get hung up on the details, are you? Our best friend met the woman of her dreams. Now sheâs getting married. We, as members of her bridal party need to get on board with her ideal wedding. She wanted something tropical and on the beach. It canât get any better than this for Jennie.â
You sighed, knowing he was right. You wanted the very best for Mac and Jennie, but you also wanted answers. Nodding gratefully at the flute of bubbles handed to you, you craned your neck to see if your other best friend that you hadnât seen in six months would suddenly appear before you and settle your nerves. Maybe there was some misunderstanding, some other way you had both ended up flying halfway across the world to this little island for less than you knew something like this had to cost.
Instead, you spent the next ten minutes listening to the head of staff on the island letting you and the eight others who had flown in with you about how the island ran. Whilst they had a heavy focus on nature and serenity, it was a resort all the same, with full amenities to promote relaxation and zen.
âMaybe we need to get you to the spa,â Mac murmured to you with a chuckle. âYouâre not looking very zen.â
âI want to find Jennie.â
âFor those here for the Mabell-Lorne wedding, please follow me in this direction,â a staff member suddenly gestured to a small pathway and you and Mac followed her. She smiled at you both. âWe are still waiting on more wedding attendees to arrive today, but the hosts are up here. You are part of the Lorne bridal party, yes?â
âWe are.â
âExcellent, I will organise you into your lodgings for the duration of the week, and then we can show you where those already here are relaxing today.â
You werenât led to a large resort building, but rather, a pod-like village, all connecting to a boardwalk that sat near the beachfront. You laughed sharply, and Mac, who was uncharacteristically quiet too, wrapped his arm around you again. âThis is insane.â
âThis is our private cottage colony,â the clerk mentioned, gesturing to the buildings you were heading towards. âThe whole wedding party will be located over here for privacy and easy commute to other attendees. The brides-to-be are staying in the cottage up the front here, and you both have been allocated a cottage to share a row back. Allow me to show you to it now.â
Another disbelieving laugh left you when you saw the luxurious cottage. Everything was high-end. There were two plush beds facing out to the sea through a window wall, a shower with three shower heads that was large enough for you both and even Jennie to share comfortably, and a waiting goodie basket full of branded chocolates, perfume, and another bottle of champagne.
âOkay, Iâm suddenly on board with interrogating Jennie now,â Mac admitted after letting out a low whistle. You let go of your purse onto a bed and then marched back out to the waiting clerk who led you both to your best friend.
You saw the back of her first. She was laughing whilst leaning into her fiancĂŠe Cassida and your heart squeezed for the genuine love between the pair. However, Mac, now having caught up to your level of stress, called out and broke up the canoodling moment. âOi, Jennifer Marie Lorne. You have some explaining to do.â
Jennie shrieked and turned, running at you and Mac, and your annoyance dissipated as soon as the woman held you both tightly to her body. âIâve missed you both, oh my God.â
âIâve missed you more,â you told her, as Mac patted you both on the back, his signature hug style.
âAnd Iâm always glad to have women in my arms, but I have to know. How the hell did you pull this off, Jennie?â
Your best friend stepped back and allowed Cassida to hug you both whilst wringing her hands together. âSo, uh. Thereâs something I need to tell you both about my family.â
The sun was finally setting in paradise, and you had spent the last few hours finding out that your best friend for the last ten years had been born into wealth. You and Mac had heaps of questions, but at the end of it all, being rich didnât mean Jennie wasnât the same person you thought she was. Well, mostly. You still were trying to wrap your head around the fact that her parents actually owned multiple island resorts just like this one, and that Jennie had wanted an authentic college experience fending for herself and not living like the elite she was.
Youâd taken this information on board better than you initially felt you would, and the excitement of Cassida and Jennieâs wedding returned before long. You guessed you could see this week-long stint on a tiny island as a great way to relax before returning to reality after all this. In fact, you had just woken from a small nap and gotten ready for the first night of wedding festivities.
Dinner with the wedding party wasnât too bad. Yes, you noticed the wealth radiating off certain people gathered there, but everyone was welcoming, and you didnât feel out of place in your maxi beach dress that you had gotten on sale and not from a branded store. Mac had already charmed his way into the graces of Cassidaâs very single cousin Lydia, forever finding his way through life with a smile on his face and adapting to any situation thrown at him.
You were more reserved, however, and made polite conversation where it mattered, trying to not monopolise all of Cassida and Jennieâs attention when they were wanted by everyone there to celebrate their love story. But you were thankful when the younger members of the group decided to head off to the club on the island to continue the night. Relaxing with your best friends and dancing for a couple of hours loosened you up, as did your second drink of the night. You werenât buzzed, but your shoulders were no longer up by your ears, and you were laughing and having a good time.
You were on a romantic little island though. And there was a part of you, as you watched Mac cosy up with Lydia, and then Jennie and Cassida kissing as they danced, that made you look around the crowd. Maybe there could be someone here you could get to know. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet someone for an island fling, wasnât it? How many of your other close friends were going to get married like this?
Searching the crowd again, your gaze snagged on a group of people who had been at another table during dinner. You hadnât paid them much attention earlier, trying to keep up with conversation going around the table you were sat at instead, but now you were free to acknowledge the group more easily.
âWhatâs caught your eye?â Mac breathed heavily into your ear, wrapping a sweaty arm around your shoulders that you immediately shrugged off. âOr who? Donât want your bestest best friend leaning over you in case you want to shoot your shot?â
âY/N?â Jennie said with a laugh, shaking her head lightly. âThere are calculated risks to everything, Mac.â
âIncluding dating. âI canât possibly jump into anything that fastâ,â he concluded, echoing words you had said years ago.
You rolled your eyes. âI can be spontaneous.â
âYou over-plan everything.â
âYou immediately grew cynical when we arrived here earlier,â Mac pointed out and you looked at him accusingly.
âExcuse me, but so did you!â
âOkay, so I should have told you both earlier in our friendship, but I never made friends, only people who wanted me for my status. I apologise!â Jennie claimed dramatically and you laughed whilst rolling your eyes. Jennie then grabbed your hand and pulled you to where she and Cassida were still dancing. âBut weâre right, Y/N. You donât just leap without checking whatâs happening below.â
âMaybe I could here,â you announced, looking back over at the group from before. There was one man amongst them all that made your heart thud faster. Although heâd lost his jacket, his clothing screamed wealth, and you sighed a little, wondering if someone like you could still be attractive to anyone on this island. A little fun wouldnât hurt, though. And if you could get away from your best friends, they could actually enjoy more romance themselves. You knew Mac was dying to make out with Lydia but kept near you just so you werenât left out entirely.
You straightened your shoulders. âActually, I know I can. I like someone already.â
âHoly shit.â Mac looked straight at Jennie, a hand coming to rest over his heart. âIs our baby bird ready to fly our nest, darling?â
âWeâve raised her well. Itâs about time she wobbles on out of here.â
âI will not wobble. I can do this,â you told them both, catching the eye of the man in question and smiling at him. He looked you over from head to toe and returned his focus to your eyes, smiling back.
âOh god.â Jennie tracked your focus. âHey Y/N?â
âHm?â
âThatâs uh, my fatherâs best friendâs son.â
âAim high baby!â Mac exclaimed with a wolf whistle.
âWhatâs his name?â
âKim Junmyeon. His dad was at dinner with us. You know, the one I mentioned ran this island for my parents.â
âYou mean, he lives here?â
Jennie frowned. âI think he lives here some of the year. Junmyeon helps run the place. He will take over when his Dad retires.â
You laughed lightly. âOf course, I would go for the most unrealistic option here.â
âHeâs really nice,â Jennie supplied, and Mac rubbed your bare shoulders like he was warming you up for a round in the boxing ring. You guessed it was a bit like that with how your brain was already throwing punches at you to not proceed anywhere near the attractive man.
You rolled your shoulders under Macâs hands, and he moved them to tap you playfully on the butt. âAtta girl. Youâve got this. Iâve watched you slay mediocre men in the office. Treat it like an interview.â
âNot like an interview,â Jennie breathed at the terrible advice, but you nodded decisively and started walking over to the group. Junmyeon stepped away from his friends to meet you halfway.
And of course, just before you reached his side, you did in fact wobble. How could you lose your footing when you didnât even have any heels on or something to make you step poorly, to begin with, you didnât know. One moment you were confidently moving towards the gorgeous man, and the next you were falling.
âWoah,â he breathed, reaching out to right you before you fell, and you gripped his forearms that were exposed by his rolled-up sleeves, sinking into the warmth of his body. They were firm, and you reluctantly loosened your hold when you felt stable enough.
âThat was not how I was hoping to come over and say hello,â you admitted sheepishly, and looked up into his face. He was the brightest thing here under the stars of the outdoor club, especially when he grinned at your statement. You felt momentarily blinded, your heart thudding out three words in repetition.
I like him.
âItâs very memorable all the same. And you gave me the chance to show my chivalry.â
âI canât take the moment from you then.â
âNo, but you could tell me the name of the woman I just saved?â
âY/N,â you said, lifting a hand away to hold out in greeting.
He slipped his palm against yours without hesitation. âJunmyeon. Are you here for Jennieâs wedding?â
âThe one and only. Maid of honour, at your service.â
âYouâre the best friend from college days that Iâve heard a lot about.â
You nodded. âOne of them.â
âAnd how are you liking paradise?â he wondered, gesturing to the place around you without taking his eyes off yours.
âItâs like a dream.â
âDonât want to wake up?â he wondered, and you smiled again.
âDefinitely not right now.â
âIt would be terrible if you did.â
You spent the rest of the night getting to know Junmyeon. At one point, your friends came over and joined you for a chat, and you marvelled at how easily Junmyeon fitted in with everyone. Of course, he knew Jennie and was able to share anecdotes of their childhood growing up. Not to be outdone, Mac was quick to supply your own memories, much to your horror when he talked about the time you marched into the swimming pool with your bikini top off so you could match him.
âI was six!â you exclaimed, leaning over to cover his mouth from spilling anything else. âI didnât even have a chest to worry about covering up then.â
It wasnât lost on you when Junmyeon tracked that you had something there worthy of keeping wrapped up now.
And when Jennie kissed you on the head and told you she would see you in the morning, and Mac declared that he would not see you until breakfast whilst following Lydia back to her cottage, you shifted further into the seat of one of the couches that lined the terrace that you had migrated to earlier.
Junmyeon leaned on his arm as he swivelled to look at you. âNot tired?â
âIâm not risking going to sleep just yet. It might disturb this dream Iâm having.â
He laughed. âWe donât want that. How about we take a walk on the beach? Somewhere quieter than here?â
If you were back home right now, you wouldnât dare go somewhere secluded with a man you had only met, but you didnât think about it as you slipped your hand into Junmyeonâs, allowing him to pull you up and lead you away from the club.
There was an easy quiet between you both as he swung your linked hands back and forth whilst taking you down to the beach from a small trail marked between the trees and bushes. The ocean was calmly rolling in and out along the shore and you sighed with content. âHow do you find living here? I wouldnât be able to believe itâs real every day I woke up.â
âWhen Iâm away from here for a while, itâs like that for a bit when I return,â he admitted, staring out at the sea. âI find cities hard to bear because of it.â
âThe noise,â you replied, and he nodded.
âAnd the smell. Iâm very lucky to live in such a natural environment.â
âDoes it get lonely?â
He nodded softly. âWe have guests all year round. So, itâs not that Iâm only seeing the same faces. And the people who work for us do come and go. Paradise long-term isnât for everyone.â
âFancy things lose their shine, Iâm sure.â
âIt gets all very much the same. People who come here are generally from the same circles. They expect certain things from the people here.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs never real. The rich, they can be very ridiculous.â
You shot him an amused look. âSays someone wealthy.â
âTouche.â
âI work with people like that though. The façade of the office is exhausting.â
âThankfully, you get to leave it behind at the end of the day. When you live in paradise, you donât quite get to escape it.â
âDo you want to?â
âI just want something real. I want to feel more than I do.â
âI relate to that,â you admitted, taking a seat on the sand and Junmyeon dropped down beside you. âIâm not normally this forward.â
âNo?â
âGosh no. Back home, Iâm pretty guarded. Mac can approach anyone and make a friend within five minutes. Not me.â
âYou chose to come to me tonight.â
âI did.â
âWhy?â
âI felt⌠something.â
He quirked an eyebrow. âLike?â
âMy heart picked up.â You couldnât face him as you continued your confession, staring out at the ocean instead. âI thought this is someone I could like.â
âHuh.â
âAnd then I went and fell on you.â
âYou sure you didnât do that on purpose?â
âYou do have impressive arms,â you replied with a laugh, and Junmyeon scooted closer.
âIn this dream of yours, the one you donât want to wake up from. What happens next?â
âWell,â you said, moistening your lips. âIn dreams, youâre the bolder version of yourself, right?â
âDefinitely.â
âThen Iâm not going to be afraid to take your hand, like this.â Reaching out to take the hand that had held yours all the way down to the beach, you smiled when he rubbed his thumb over your skin softly.
âAnd Iâll tell you that Iâd very much like it if you kissed me.â
Junmyeonâs lips were still smiling when they touched yours, but not for long. The kiss was slow and searching, both of you looking for more than the spark of attraction that had brought you together tonight. He tasted decadent, like chocolate melting in your mouth, and you moaned lightly when his tongue slipped in to meet yours, your free hand slipping up into his hair.
Eventually, he sat back, catching his breath. You noticed he still held your hand and smiled.
âWas that a good first kiss?â
âProbably the best Iâve had.â
âWell, I confess, I donât just go around kissing anyone.â
âYou mean, you donât take a chance with every new group on this island here?â you teased, and Junmyeon nudged you playfully.
âDefinitely not. Iâm very glad you came over to me.â
âYeah?â
âIâve been looking at you all night and was about to move over to you when you did.â The moon lighting up his face in the night helped you see the pink tinge to his ears. Without thinking, you reached out to touch one of them, and Junmyeon sighed heavily.
âOne week.â
âDonât break the dream yet, Junmyeon.â
âWhoâs to say that youâll want to leave paradise too easily?â he wondered, and you leaned in so you were a breath away from his lips again.
âI really fancy you.â
âGood. Because the night isnât yet over. Iâm hoping I can make you keep telling me just how much you like me that after this wedding, thereâs more than just one love story to share.â
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âł The Best Friendâs Older Brother ClichĂŠ
2.3k || 99% Fluff, 1% Angst || Kim Taehyung || Best Friendâs Older Brother!AU
Taehyung is your best friendâs older brother.Â
Itâs so entirely clichĂŠ that you cringe whenever you think about it, but itâs true and it happenedâŚ..you had the tiniest crush on him in high school. Okayâ it was a big, fat crush. But you werenât willing to admit it, not then and certainly not now. Mostly because itâs weird. Plus thereâs the fact that it would be breaking the code of honour between besties. Sisters before misters.
The last thing you would want is to make Joy upset.Â
But when you came home from college in the summer and Taehyung returned from his own studies abroad...you didnât expect him to look like that.
âHey, Y/N.â
âH-Hey.â
Taller. Leaner. Better dressed.
Maybe it had just been a long time since youâve seen Taehyung. Maybe you had gotten desensitized but the long period away from him made you hyper aware of his existence again. Either way, seeing him made you realize that he had very much become a man.
He was no longer just the unattainable, cool teenage boy that you swooned over but left behind nonetheless in your coming of age years. And that fact slapped you across the face.
You didnât expect for him to be like that either.
To smile at you like that. To strike up conversations. To be interested in what you were doing, where you were going.
âWhat are you majoring in again?â
âAnthropology.â
âReally? Thatâs super cool. I took one anthropology class when I was a freshman. Do you like it?â
âItâs not too bad. I think itâs interesting.â
Taehyung smiles faintly. âI always knew you were smart.âÂ
It was one date.Â
You came over. Joy was abruptly called in to fill a shift at her summer job at the ice cream parlor.
âOh my god. Iâm so sorry. I swear Iâm going to choke Jimin.â
âAnd then whoâs gonna have to bail you out? Get going before youâre late.â
âPromise weâll hang out more tomorrow.â
âHave fun at work!â
Taehyung happened to be there, hanging around the house, and he offered to drive you home.
âYou really donât have to.â
âIâm not going to make you take the bus in this hot weather, you know that right?â The corner of his mouth tugs easily. âJust get in the car.â
Except you both stopped to grab a small bite. A burger and fries. While sitting out at the park.
Youâre not sure if that even constitutes as a date â there was nothing said about it, no mention made, all entirely too casual to be considered one. But it was the first time you and Taehyung were alone together.
Okay, if that counts...then technically it was two dates.
You and Joy went out to Jungkookâs party. She had a little too much to drink and the pair of you needed a ride home afterwards. Naturally, Taehyung was the one who picked you up in his car, begrudgingly, as Joy fought him before she laid down in the backseat, but he still flashed you that smile.
âHad fun tonight?â
âIt was alright.â
âIâm surprised you didnât end up going home with him.â
âWho?â
âYou know. That guy with the glasses you were talking to on the lawn.â
âNamjoon? Oh no, weâre just friends.â
âHmm. Is that so.â
After Joy was put to bed and tucked in, Taehyung asked if you wanted to stick around to watch a movie. You might or might not have cuddled into him during those three hours, but really was it cuddling? He just slung his arm over the couch where you were sitting and you leaned into his chest.
The two of you were just getting comfortable.
Alright, if that counts, then it was three dates but just three!
Taehyung asked you out personally, but it was to help him pick a gift for Joyâs birthday. He drove you downtown and you walked together in the streets, checking out boutiques before parading around the mall.
âWhat do you think?â
âJoy hates camo print and she doesnât need another backpack, Taehyung.â
âPerfect! So sheâll love this then.â
He ended up getting a sweater sheâd been eyeing for months.
When it became dark and you got hungry, instead of being dropped off at home, you went to the night market together on a whim. You snacked, had conversations and exchanged numerous stories. You still remember the laughter and how much your cheeks ached when you finally jumped into bed that night.
But before the summer ended, before you both left for your respective colleges, he wanted to talk.
âI had a lot of fun this summer.â
You eye him. âWhat did you even do this summer?âÂ
âHang out with you.â Taehyung grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. âAnd I liked it.â
âGood. I might be hurt if you thought this entire time was awful.â
âI like you too much to ever think that. But...hear me out. What would you think we made things officiâ
âWeâre going to be super busy,â you interrupt in a panic, having a sense of where he was going with this. â...going to different schools and all that.â
You search his expression while schooling your own. Taehyung stays silent for a second and tries to read you. Youâre not sure how successful he is.
âRight.â
âIâll contact you, Taehyung.â
He smiles at that and eases. âOkay. Yeah. Sounds good. You can call or text me anytime.â
âAnytime?â You try to lighten the mood by shooting him an incredulous look. âI wouldnât want to bother you.â
âIf itâs you, it wouldnât be a bother. Trust me.â
Except when you got back, you didnât call him. You didnât text him either.
You only saw him briefly when Joy would occasionally facetime him in the same room as you, when you were merely a figure in the background and Taehyung would ask who it was.
âY/N, of course, who else?â
And you would give a small wave.
There were no conversations, no small talk, no exchanges of laughter. But it was better that way. Otherwise, you wouldn't know what Joy would say, how sheâd react. You donât even know if heâs serious about you. And youâre too scared to find out the answers to any of these questions.
It didnât matter anyway. Deep down, you know Taehyung should be kept at a distance. You know it would be better if these feelings could fade away as a sweet, brief summer romance.
What you didnât anticipate is to come over to the Kimâs for the holidays a few months later.
âWhere are you going?â
Taehyungâs following after you, trailing at your heels like a lovesick puppy. âAnd donât tell me youâre showering because you already used that excuse to avoid me today.â
You spin around, masking your startlement at just how close he is, and you frown. âIâm not avoiding you.â
The corner of his mouth tugs. âWe shouldnât lie to each other, sweetheart, even if you have the tendency to do that.â
You feel hot in your face from the pet name. âI never lied to you.â
Taehyung raises his brows. The both of you know then and there itâs a lie.
âMy empty phone says differently.â
You cross your arms defensively. âI never promised Iâd remain in contact. I was just...busy with classes.â
âOh. Another lie again.â Taehyung grins, and he exhales softly causing a hundred goosebumps to raise along your skin when you feel the warmth of his breath. âYou should really stop your bad habit, Y/N.â
You take a step back and he steps forward.
Before you know it, heâs cornered you in the dark hallway, staring at you intently before his half-lidded eyes flicker to your lips.
You swallow hard. âGo annoy your sister instead.â
âWhy should I?â His mouth slyly curls. âI like you way better.â
For the entire duration of the break so far, the both of you have been sneaking around the whole time. From Taehyung instigating a game of footsies under the dinner table to whispering in your ear when no oneâs looking to winking at you from across the room so quickly that youâd miss it if you blinked. You feel his affectionate hand on the small of your back when he slides by you, feel his gaze when his shoulders graze yours, and you feel the tickle in your tummy when his voice lowers into that seductive, husky pitch.Â
During the summer, he was kind and friendly Taehyung. Cautious when it came to you. Hesitant to look your way.
But this time, heâs intensified. Flirtatious. Bold. Pulling out all stops.
Maybe itâs because heâs pissed that you didnât contact him like you said you would. Maybe because he doesnât understand why youâre restraining yourself, and he feels the need to push to know. Maybe because he suspects you know he likes you, and you like him â he wouldnât be wrong.Â
But either way, his new brazen approach was making you weak in your knees.
âYour momâs coming,â you mutter while pressing your hands to his chest. You donât know how or why he feels so firm.
âShe isnât. But even if she was, sheâd be more than happy to know weâre together.â
âW-Weâre not together, Tae.â
âThat could change right now.â
âI...I canât.â
His thick brows furrow. âWhy not? I like you, Y/N, a lot.â
You swallow hard, feeling scrutinized under his heavy gaze. Taehyungâs beauty is lethal when heâs this close and you feel an urge to brush away the dark strand thatâs fallen in front of his forehead from his neatly styled hair. It was a contrast to the casual hoodie and sweatpants he was wearing. He was handsome and cozy, ready to stop hearts or be hugged like a teddy bear.
It didnât help that he was saying these kinds of things either. âI know.â
âI donât think you do.â His voice drops a pitch. âFor the past few months, Iâve been thinking about the summer and you. The entire time, I was waiting for you to call me, to text me. Do you know what thatâs like?â
âTaehyung.â
âWe can make this work. I want to make it work, so donât make me wait anymore.â
You gaze at him, breath hitched in your throat and your self-control meets its limit. You practically leap onto Taehyung, heart thundering against your rib cage, standing on the tips of your toes â all to kiss him.
Itâs soft and unhurried.Â
Taehyung is caught off guard, but then you feel his wide smile against you. Immediately, his strong arm reaches for your waist and he tugs you in. A yelp escapes your throat as your bodies become flush against one another. Taehyungâs other hand presses against the wall behind you and he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. His tongue licks into your mouth and you groan, wrapping your arms around his neck. He tastes like sugar cookies, smells like citrus, and absolutely makes your knees weak.
Youâre not sure how long you and Taehyung make out for, swapping spit like horny teenagers without experience.
Itâs not until you hear aâ âwhat the hell!â â do you break apart.
Joy is standing at the end of the hall and you shove Taehyung away from you, wide-eyed. He stumbles back, equally surprised.
âI-I can explain!â
Joyâs jaw has gone slack and you realize sheâs waiting for said explanation.
âIâŚ.IâŚweâŚ.ummâŚ.â
Taehyung looks at you and then at his sister, opening his mouth to rescue you from this mortifying experience. But his sibling beats him to the punchâ
âLook.â She raises her hands and you brace yourself. She wouldnât end your years of friendship over this, would she? Then again, you canât blame her if she did. âYou donât have to make this weird. It isnât weird unless you make it weird. So Iâll just pretend I didnât see anything.â
âWait.....what?â That was certainly not the reaction you were expecting. You think youâre more taken aback than she is. âYouâre okay with this? Youâre okay if weâre dating?â
Joy nonchalantly shrugs. âItâs not a big deal. Youâre adults, so you can make your own decisions and I kind of had a feeling there was something going on anyway.â She smiles and looks at her older brother. âTaehyung, youâre way too obvious. The biggest gift under the tree is for her from you.â
He grins. âYou caught me there.â
Youâre shell-shocked at how unconcerned she is and seemingly supportive at that.
âYou knew?â
âOf course I do. Weâve been friends for what, ten years? I knew you had a crush on my brother back then. So if anything, itâs about time.â Joy raises her fist at Taehyung. âYou better not make Y/N cry or Iâll make you cry.â
He snorts. âWow, thanks.â
âAnyway, continue.â Joy lazily gestures. âBut weâre watching a movie in five so be quick.â
Your best friend leaves to the bathroom where she was heading to in the first place and you turn to Taehyung who has an amused grin. âWell?â
âI donât know.â Your mind is reeling at everything thatâs happening and how real this is becoming. âFor some reason in my mind, I thought that would go way worse.â
âIs that why you were so worried? You didnât need to be. Joy likes you way more than she likes me, so if anything Iâd be the one getting the flack.â Taehyung smiles and leans in. âBut does this mean we can finally make it official? Can I call you my girlfriend already?â
You sigh and lift your arms to loop around his neck again. He leans in for another kiss, but you stop short an inchâ âDepends on what that gift under the tree is.â
Taehyung grins and before you can pull away, he tugs your waist into him once more.Â
â summary: your relationship with taehyung was supposed to stay strictly casual. yet, when you find yourself pregnant with his child, the walls you built up come crashing down around you. kim taehyungâs affluent family are strict and traditional, willing to do anything to cover up the indiscretions of their son, even if it means forcing him into marriageâŚ
â pairing: heir taehyung x female reader
â genre:Â fluff
â word count:Â 2.4k
â warnings:Â profanity
â authorâs note:Â hereâs the epilogue i promised. iâm finally giving this couple the fluff that they deserve! this epilogue might not make much sense if you havenât read the first two parts. i hope you all enjoy it :â)
[One Year Later]
The air in the compact kitchen is rich with the scent of fresh tomatoes and fried garlic. Taehyung smiles as he walks into the room to see you standing at the stove, âSmells good!â
You turn to him, an apron sparing your jeans and T-shirt from splashes of tomato sauce. âHopefully it tastes as good as it smells. I thought Iâd try a new recipe for lasagne this time.â
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fluff, strangers to ? / w.c: 1k / sorry if hereâs any mistakes
If regret could kill, you would definitely be dead.
At this moment, you found yourself in a stadium full of strangers, understanding absolutely nothing about a baseball game happening right in front of you,just because you agreed to go on a date with an annoying guy you had matched with on Tinder.
Your conversations on the app had been nice. He seemed like the kind of guy you would get along with really well. It was your first date with him and you had even bought a Chicago Cubs shirt to impress. But when you got there, you found out he had invited some friends and was treating you like trash. If you asked him something, he would reply with an impatient tone. If he went to buy a drink, he wouldnât offer you one. And the worst part? He made a joke about you just to seem funny in front of his friends.
You thought about going home, but the game had just started and you figured you might still have a good time. However, your face said otherwise.
"You donât seem to like baseball very much, do you?" A deep voice startled you, grabbing your attention. You were about to say something but found yourself a bit mesmerized by the man standing beside you. He was also wearing a Chicago Cubs shirt, along with a team cap. He was tall, had piercing honey-colored eyes and a charming smile that could win over everyone in that stadium.
"Hello? Anyone there?" he said playfully, waving a hand in front of your face.
"Oh, hi?"
The man chuckled softly, as if he had noticed how lost you were. "You donât exactly look thrilled for someone in the middle of one of the most important games of the season."
"The problem isnât the game." You pointed toward the guy on your left, who seemed to have completely forgotten about you.
"Let me guess: boyfriend?"
You quickly shook your head. "First and last date. I donât know much about baseball, but since Iâm here, I should try to have some fun, right?"
"Then Iâll make sure you have fun here."
"But you donât even know meâŚ" you said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow at the handsome stranger.
Thatâs when he extended his hand, flashing another one of those breathtaking smiles that made you momentarily forget how to breathe.
"Johnny."
You hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand and introducing yourself.
"There, now we know each other."
Watching the game with a strangerâwho you now knew by nameâwasnât in your plans, but it turned out to be much better than you expected.
Johnny was fun and explained things whenever you looked confused. You worried about bothering him, but he kept insisting he was enjoying your company. During a break, he even bought hot dogs and beer, asking if you wanted anythingâunlike your so-called date, who had completely forgotten you existed.
You two had small conversations, Johnny made jokes that were actually funny (and not awkward) and you even took pictures of himâsome of them featuring Johnny pulling silly faces while eating his hot dog, making you laugh at the whole situation.
During a pause at the game, the famous kiss cam started.
You laughed at the exaggerated ways some couples kissed, while Johnny whistled and clapped.
Suddenly, the camera landed on the two of you.
It took a moment for both of you to realize that your faces were now on the giant screens of the stadium. The person beside Johnny gave him a little nudge, encouraging him to kiss you.
You heard your date mumble somethingâhe had finally remembered your existenceâbut your eyes were locked onto the man beside you. Johnny was looking at you too, silently asking for permission.
Nodding your head, you gave it.
The moment your lips met, his hands cupped your cheeks while one of his large hands rested on your nape, pulling you closer.
The crowd's cheers faded into the background. For a few seconds, you both forgot you were being watched by thousands of people.
His touch was gentle, making you crave more. When Johnnyâs tongue touched yours, you felt like you could float right then and there.
The only thing that made you pull away was the lack of airâyour image had disappeared from the big screen long ago.
You were about to say something to Johnny when your date demanded an explanation. Johnny seemed ready to respond, but you stopped him, a small smile on your lips that silently said, I got this.
âIâll explain everything. You acted like a jerk, treated me like trash, ignored me completely to hang out with your friends and now you want an explanation? You deserve nothing more than to be dumped, you pathetic piece of shit. Now, excuse me, Iâm going to spend time with a real manânot a piece of garbage like you."
Your date looked stunned by your words, ready to fight with you, but his friends quickly pulled him away, preventing any further drama.Johnny grinned at you, clearly impressed. "Do you always put bullies in their place like that?"
"That guy? A bully?" you laughed. "I think we should forget about him and focus on the game, donât you?"
The game ended. Chicago Cubs lost to Dodgers.
Johnny offered you a ride home and you accepted. Once you reached your building, you turned to the man who had completely turned your day around.
âMy mom always told me not to talk to strangers, but that was the best thing I did today. Thanks for saving me."
Johnny chuckled, taking your hand in his. "If you really want to thank me, let me take you on a real date."
"Hmmm." You pretended to think for a moment. "How about this? You give me your number, we talk a bit more and then we figure out our first date. Sound good?"
"Sounds good, butâŚ" Johnny kept stroking your hand, leaning in slightly. His voice turned deeper, making you shiver.
"Do I have to wait until our first date to get another kiss like that one?"
"Of course not." And for the second time that day, you kissed. This time, it was slower, as if you were both exploring every little part of each other, savoring every second of it.
Who wouldâve thought that a date that started so badly would end in the best way possible?