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James and His cutie Mark close up!

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Pair - injured!keonho x older!fem!reader

Sypnosis - while keonho dragged you out to yet another soccer game with his friends he gets injured, which leaves you to take care of him, this strengthens your bond to something more than ‘just friends’

Warnings - fluff (?) mostly sfw, suggestive, rushed ass ending, y/n pretends to hate keonho, cussing

Authors note - uhh this is my first time writing fan fiction for tumblr (or in general…) and i lowkey suck so chill on me 😳 also english isn’t my first language gulp

On the outside, Y/N and Keonho seem like the perfect pair, but really, you two are just the exact opposite of each other.

Keonho mostly spends his days playing soccer with his giant friend group of over 25 people, but you prefer to lock yourself in your room and listen to music by yourself. Worst of all? Keonho’s favorite thing to do is drag you with him everywhere.

“Noonaaaa…please just come with meeee!!” He’d beg, and you absolutely hated it, but you couldn’t help but agree to go with him. After knowing him for a good 7 years, you grew pretty attached to him, so to save Keonho from being humiliated publicly, you agreed to hang out most of the time.

Today, Keonho showed up at your door again, as per usual, already dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved black compression shirt, ball and cleats in one hand.

“You again?” you scoff, already rolling your eyes at him

“Who else would it be?” he says confidently. rubbing the back of his neck with a wide smile.

“I’d be happy with anybody but you,” you respond, already grabbing your bag. “Where are we going?” you say coldly, not even bothering to make eye contact.

Keonho is taken aback, his shoulders suddenly stiffening “Huh? There’s no begging needed today?” he says, tilting his head in confusion like a lost puppy.

“I’m just gonna go anyways,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I decided to save you from your daily humiliation ritual.”

Keonho smiles widely, grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the passenger seat of his car, speeding to the nearby soccer fields where he meets up with his friends.

As he drove, he’d occasionally stare at you, smiling widely. “I know you love hanging out with me, Y/N noona, you don’t have to act like you don’t!” he’d say cockily.

“Eyes on the road, Keon.” you’d say with a soft chuckle, before he obediently turned his head back to the road, keeping silent for maybe 5 minutes.

He drops you off at the bleachers, then sprints to start kicking the ball around with his friends, screams already going on.

immediately, you immerse yourself in your headphones, listening to your favorite artists as you start reading a book, page after page, your mind blocked out, not hearing anything but your music, silence occasionally being broken by a group of boys yelling “GOLLLL” and celebrating a player’s skills.

as the world seemed to get faster, everything stopped sharply, the entire world became silent except for a sharp scream.

a loud, agonizing scream. the familiar voice stabs through your music, your eyes immediately shoot up, and your curiosity turns into concern and fear at once as you see Keonho rolling around on the ground, two players surrounding him whilst the rest of the team yelled at a certain boy.

you rush down the bleachers, practically throwing yourself onto the field, “Keonho!” you yell, kneeling next to him on the turf.

Keonho looks up at you, tears streaming down his cheeks, his foot swollen and red. “Noona...” he said weakly, pouting visibly as he held his foot.

“What the fuck happened?!” I say frantically, looking down at his weak body.

Another player steps in, trying to explain the situation while helping Keonho get up from the floor “Haesol slide-tackled him right before he scored and he fell and rolled his ankle!” he says with just as much urgency, not long after, another boy, who you’d assume is Haesol yells back.

“NO I DIDN'T BRO.” He yelled, pure anger coming from his voice; another player broke through, “We all saw you bro, shut up!” he spoke rapidly.

While the boys argued, you threw Keonho’s arm over your shoulder, carrying him to the car’s backseat, you sat next to him the whole ride as his teammate drove.

The emergency room felt unbearably quiet compared to the chaos at the soccer field.

Keonho sat on the examination bed, his swollen ankle propped up on a pillow with an ice pack draped over it. Now and then he hissed under his breath whenever he shifted the slightest bit.

You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, silently watching him.

“You doing okay?” you asked.

“No,” he mumbled, pouting. “I think I’m dying.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You twisted your ankle.”

“It hurts.”

“I can see that.”

A knock sounded at the door before the doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand.

“Well,” he smiled gently, “I have your X-rays.”

The room fell silent.

“The good news is,” he continued, “nothing is broken.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Keonho blinked. “Really?”

The doctor nodded before pulling over a stool.

“You’ve got what’s called a Grade II lateral ankle sprain. When your foot rolled inward, you partially tore some of the ligaments on the outside of your ankle.”

Keonho frowned.

“So…”

“So,” the doctor interrupted with a knowing smile, “it sounds scarier than it is.”

He gently examined the swollen joint, causing Keonho to flinch.

“It’s significantly swollen, and you’ll probably have bruising by tomorrow morning. I’ll have you wear a walking boot for the next couple of weeks. Crutches for the first few days, no running, no jumping, and absolutely no soccer.”

Keonho’s face drained of color.

“…No soccer?”

“No soccer.”

“For, like… tomorrow?”

The doctor chuckled.

“For at least two weeks.”

“What?!” Keonho nearly sat upright before immediately regretting it. “Two weeks?!”

“If you try playing before the ligament heals,” the doctor explained, “you’ll only make the injury worse. Turn a two week recovery into a two month one.”

Keonho groaned dramatically, dropping his head back onto the pillow.

“My team is going to replace me.”

“They’re not replacing you,” you said.

“They’re absolutely replacing me, Y/N.”

“They’re not.”

“They’ll forget I exist.”

You snorted.

“They’ve known you since middle school. They’ll survive without your terrible goal celebrations.”

“They’re not terrible.”

“They’re embarrassing.”

“They’re tuff.”

The doctor hid a smile behind his clipboard before standing.

“I’ll have a nurse fit you with a walking boot and a pair of crutches. Ice your ankle for twenty minutes every few hours during the first couple of days, keep it elevated whenever you’re resting, and don’t put unnecessary weight on it.”

He pointed a finger at Keonho.

“And that includes trying to prove to your friends that you can still play.”

Keonho looked away innocently.

“I wasn’t gonna…”

“You were.”

“…ok but like what if~...”

“Shut up and listen.” you interrupted.

The doctor smiled knowingly before leaving the room.

The door clicked shut.

Silence lingered for a moment before Keonho sighed dramatically.

“…Noona.”

“Hm?”

“…Can you carry me?”

You stared at him.

“Your arms work perfectly fine.”

“But my leg doesn’t.”

“You have crutches.”

“But you carry me better.”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“You are unbelievably dramatic.”

“ok, I’ll shut up.” Keonho sighs, standing up and using his crutches to move forward slowly, groaning in frustration and disappointment.

you roll your eyes at how insufferable he is, walking right behind him to make sure he’s okay.

after around 30 minutes, you get to Keonho’s house, you drop him off, beginning to walk back home, before Keonho grabs your wrist.

“Noona.” he says, looking as pathetic as usual, “can you stay with me? pleaseeee…” he says, clearly attempting to take advantage of his injury to get you to spend time with him.

you scoff, looking behind you before looking back at him quickly. “Keonho, I have a family too, y’know? i can’t just disappear for two weeks.”

keonho groans, tilting his head back “c’mon!! I’ll text them! just stay! Pleaseee!” he begs.

you look him directly in his eyes, clear weakness showing in his stare, the strong cocky boy from the soccer fields just a couple of hours ago.

You looked him directly in the eyes.

The boy who spent every afternoon sprinting across soccer fields, yelling at teammates and laughing loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear, now looked…small.

His hair was a mess from rolling around on the turf. His eyes were still red from crying, and the oversized walking boot on his foot made him look even more pitiful.

“…You’re unbelievable.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples.

“I’ll stay tonight.”

Keonho’s face lit up instantly.

“Really?”

“Tonight,” you repeated, pointing a finger at him. “Not two weeks.”

“I’ll take it.”

By the time you reached his house, the pain medication had started kicking in.

Keonho was still limping dramatically despite the crutches.

“I can do it,” he insisted.

Two steps later, he nearly lost his balance.

You caught him by the arm before he could fall.

“…You’re hopeless.”

“I’m injured.”

“You’re a pussy..”

“shut the fuck up!”

His mother laughed quietly as she opened the front door.

“I was wondering how long it’d take before someone had to drag him home.”

“He insisted he didn’t need help.” you replied.

Between you and his mom, getting Keonho upstairs somehow became a three-person operation. Every stair earned another exaggerated groan from him.

“My ankle…”

“You’ve complained seventeen times,” you muttered.

“I counted twenty one,” his mother corrected.

Keonho looked betrayed.

“You guys are bullying me!!!” he said dramatically

“You deserve it, pussy.” you reply with a chuckle

His bedroom looked exactly like you’d expected.

Soccer jerseys hung neatly on one wall, medals dangled from hooks above his desk, and at least three soccer balls were scattered around the room, along with a lot of vinyls and CDs organized neatly.

You helped him sit on the edge of his bed before carefully lifting his injured leg onto a stack of pillows.

“There.”

Keonho let out a relieved sigh.

“…Thanks.”

It was so quiet you almost missed it.

You blinked.

“…You’re welcome.”

His mom poked her head through the doorway.

“I’ll leave dinner outside your room later. Y/N, thank you for staying with him.”

“It’s no problem.”

“Don’t let him convince you to carry him everywhere.”

“I already tried,” Keonho admitted.

His mom laughed before disappearing downstairs.

The room fell silent.

You pulled your phone from your pocket and settled into the desk chair.

“I’m just gonna stay here until you fall asleep.”

“What?”

“I’m not leaving you alone after all that medication.”

“Noona.”

“What?”

“…The chair looks uncomfortable.”

“It is.”

“So…”

“No.”

“C’mon.”

“No.”

“It’s a queen-sized bed.”

“No.”

“I won’t even move.”

“You literally sleep like you’re fighting invisible demons.”

“I do not.”

“You elbowed me in the face during that camping trip.”

“That happened once.”

“It happened twice.”

Keonho pouted.

“You still remember that?”

“My nose remembers.”

Another minute passed.

Then another.

You looked up from your phone to find him staring at the ceiling, unusually quiet.

“…Does it still hurt?”

“A little.”

His answer came much softer than before.

You glanced at the chair again.

The wooden backrest was already making your shoulders ache.

With another sigh, you stood.

“If you kick me in your sleep,” you warned, “I’m going home.”

A grin spread across his face.

“I won’t.”

“I mean it.”

You slipped off your shoes and climbed carefully onto the empty side of the bed, keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you. Keonho shifted slightly to make room, careful not to jostle his injured ankle.

“There,” you said, pulling the blanket over your legs. “Happy?”

He smiled, the kind that was smaller than his usual cocky grin.

“…Yeah.”

For the first time since the injury, he looked completely at ease.

Within minutes, his breathing evened out.

You glanced over.

Fast asleep.

“…Unbelievable,” you murmured with a fond shake of your head.

Then, Keonho swung his arms, wrapping them around you, nuzzling your neck.

you yelp loudly, not expecting this, you tried to break free but his bigger body just wraps his arms around you tighter.

“Keonho…” you groan, pushing him away, or at least attempting to. “I'm going to leave…”

suddenly, Keonho looked down at you, frowning.

“you can’t do that.” he protests

“I will,” you respond firmly.

keonho kicks you with his boot, causing you to gasp, then groan in pain.

“Ahn Keonho,” you say once.

“Hmm?” he says innocently.

“You’re fucking dead.” you say, before slapping his head

“Shut up,” he says, unfazed

“You piss me off so bad,” you say before punching his arm.

keonho doesn’t waste a second, he throws himself on top of you, his face hovering right over yours.

“You don't get to hit me, noona,” he says with that same confident smirk as always

your whole body freezes, you can’t even say a word.

before you get a chance to react, Keonho moves to your neck, kissing softly, once, twice, three times, four…maybe even more, he trails up to your jawline.

his moves seem frantic, hungry even.

eventually, you push him off, collapsing next to you.

“What’s your problem?!” you say with a shocked expression on your face, but something in your eyes says something different.

keonho groans softly, burying his head in your neck, “sorry noona…” he manages to stutter out. “I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.”

you chuckle softly, taking it all as a sick joke, this is all a dream, isn't it? you can’t deny, you’ve been in love with Keonho for ages, but this? you dont even know how to feel, everything feels like a spiral, and with that, your thoughts are cut off by a soft-spoken voice.

“One more? please?” Keonho pleads. you look down at him, his stare vulnerable.

you sigh, not hesitating before pressing your lips to his.

you feel Keonho gasp against your lips before settling down and kissing you back, his eyes fluttering shut as he kisses you slowly, but fast enough to prove just how much he needs you.

eventually, he pulls back “noona…”

“mhmm..?” you hum, trying to avoid eye contact

“I like you a lot…” he mumbles, taking in your scent.

“I like you too, Keon…a lot…” You repeat right before keonho presses another soft kiss to your lips.

keonho smiles, holding your hand and intertwining your fingers together.

Before either of you realized it, exhaustion had won. Curled up beneath the blankets, you drifted off with Keonho’s arms loosely wrapped around you, your own resting around his waist. The room fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the soft rhythm of your breathing and the distant chorus of crickets singing outside. For the first time that day, everything felt still.

end !!

001. sum: is keonho a coward for wanting to end his relationship to pursue his career over the girl he loves ?

002. note: fic is based on the meaning of the song, “Loose” by Daniel Caesar!

keonho knew at the beginning of your relationship that you were the girl of his dreams. he'd told you from the start. you made him feel a way no other girl ever had. it was cliche to say, considering you both are still teenagers. but, he truly felt that way. he was serious about you.