CHLORINE AND PAVEMENT JUICE š£². keonho
āĖąæswimmer!keonho x fem!reader
ā įسą¬ šeonho starting his summer almost running over a ridiculously pretty girl? perfect! That ridiculously pretty girl being his new swim coaches sister? not so perfect!
sorry for the delay guys I was finishing up school but I will be a lot more quicker from now on!
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The locker room buzzed with it's normal loudness, teenage boys, lockers and wet feet on the pavement until one of keonhos teammates called out, "yo, that new coach graduated from here like 4 years ago, went D1 and shit"
keonho tied the drawstring of his trunks, snorting "why would he want to come back?"
"dont know, bro broke like half the school records before graduating we gotta lock in"
keonho sighed as he shut his locker, great now I gotta impress this guy, just then the doors to the locker room swung open causing the chatter to die down
a tall man with dark hair stepped past the threshold with a clipboard tucked under his arm and a worn swim team shirt from a few years ago, despite looking just slightly older than most of the seniors he held himself with the confidence of a middle aged man (a very accomplished one)
coach park introduced choi soobin , says he's one of the most swimmers accomplished to ever grace the school holy glaze coach and he's gonna be assisting him while he trains for nationals blah blah whatever
one of his teammates whispered to keonho, snapping him out of his daze "aw he's like cute I feel maternal towards him"
keonho scrunched his face up, ok bro...
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practice had been nothing but brutal for keonho
Keonho groaned as he emerged from the water "these people love child endangerment, shit"
"hey...eyebrows" the teen looked up to see soobin nod him over as confusion crossed his face eyebrows...?
keonho wobbled over to him, sopping wet along with his ego "uh, yes coach?"
"I left the workout sheets in the office can you run and grab them for me?"
keonho blinked at him "that's it?"
"I mean unless you wanna swim another lap then-"
"..i'll get the folder sir"
keonho could hear the snickers from his teammates as he as he shuffled to the hallway his hair pushed out of his face yet still dripping
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your pov
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the office sat just past the gym lobby, offaly quiet in comparison to the echoing pool behind him
he pushed the door open
"stupid workout papers-"
his words died in his throat
sat in one of the plastic chairs against the wall, feet kicked up on the small coffee table was you
the girl with the oranges who he almost killed
your head shot up at the door opening, you took in his appearance, droplets of water stuck to his face with a towel thrown over his shoulders and those embarrassingly tight swimmer shorts sported his waist
for a second neither of you said anything before recognition flashed across your face
"its you" you sighed dramatically "my attempted murderer"
keonho scratched his neck nervously "can we like retire that nickname before it even starts"
you glanced down at your lap, looking at the cold unpeeled orange that sat in a hammock between your legs "I mean the shoe fits...tightly may I add"
you looked at him with those same eyes as the other day as he committed the orange felony, the boy blinked "In my defense-"
"there really isn't one"
"I didnt actually hit you..!"
"you hit my groceries."
"a single bag of oranges"
"expensive oranges"
a frown painted keonhos face "they were? I offered money!"
"ill be satisfied once your license is revoked" you snorted, kind of enjoying the boy crack under pressure
"is that why you're here? haunting me like ghost of oranges past! fuck you Kim juhoon I knew you did voodoo in that room" he dramatically ran his hand through his hair and spoke as if he was the only one in the office
"bro why are you like tweaking out of your mind right now...?"
"who are you even" keonho crosses his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowing
"y/n. who are you?"
"ahn Keonho, obviously"
you snorted in disbelief obviously? who does this kid think he is? "great, first and last name so I know who to sue"
he watched as you gathered your stuff, the jingle of a bunch of keychains littering your bag as you slipped past him to exit the office "bye felon see you...around probably"
you left the boy speechless before he returned to the pool worksheet-less "I'm cooked dawg"
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