*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which you're stuck with a shitty boyfriend and an annoying younger brother who insists you keep taking him to his soccer practice. who knew one man could help with both of those problems?
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content warnings: (implied chubby)fem!reader, shitty&disrespectful bf, angst, fluff and eventual smut, more tba
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Musisz zrozumieć, że bycie dobrym człowiekiem nie polega na śpiewaniu hymnów, czy modleniu się do jakiegoś mitycznego bóstwa. Nie chodzi o noszenie krzyżyka i chodzenie co niedziela do kościoła, ale o to, jak traktujesz innych ludzi. Dobry człowiek nie potrzebuje religii, bo wystarczy mu przekonanie, że postępuje właściwie.
— Istnieją tysiące rzeczy, w które nie wierzyliśmy, a jednak okazały się prawdziwe – stwierdził Charles. – Nie można przekreślać nawet najmniejszej możliwości.
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cw: (implied chubby)fem!reader, implied cheating(on reader, not by noel), younger bro yoichi, angsty
your hand tightens around your phone, the last last message you sent to your boyfriend, chris, left on read even though he was responding just fine up until you asked him what time he’d be home. this isn’t the first time he’s done this, each and every time is paired with a heaviness in your chest you can only hope to get rid of with those breathing exercises your school counselor from however many years back taught you. one day they’ll help, surely.
he’s been getting an overwhelming amount of female clients recently. as a personal trainer with a body sculpted by the greek gods themselves (just him), women have been flocking to him in hoards. something tells you it’s not because they want to look like him.
it all reminds you of the late nights where he does come home, immediately going on his phone, chuckling and smiling at the lit up screen as he types away way faster than he ever responds to you anymore.
groaning, the thud echoing as your phone makes contact with the table startles your younger brother, yoichi. who jumps up from his seat on your living room couch across from you, “finally! i told you there’s a new coach, didn’t i? he doesn’t like it when people are late!”
“you’re awfully demanding for someone who could just as well go by bike,” you point out, gathering your stuff with a painful crack in the knee as you stand up.
your normally sweet little brother sticks out his tongue at you, “this guy is the real deal, you know! he’s trained professionals!”
bouncing around you while you make your way outside and to your car, a fond smile ghosts over your lips. “what’s a guy like that doing in a high school? surely this isn’t nearly as lucrative.”
of course you know yoichi is hoping this will help him advance. to finally have his innate talent be recognized by someone whose opinion actually mattered.
“well,” he sighs, slipping into the passenger seat, “i just feel like i’m at a dead end. nothing challenges me enough to improve anymore.”
that didn’t have to be the case, and you know that. chris promised to help yoichi train, as he himself is also an avid soccer player.
however, ever since he’s started this whole personal trainer thing at his friend’s gym, he’s had little time for anyone who isn’t a hot girl drooling over him. something you wouldn’t even have known had this friend not been a kind of decent guy who thought of informing you of chris’ whereabouts after one of the first instances of him coming home late.
a pained expression is all you have to answer his concerns. hands tightening around the wheel, you force a chuckle, “well, this hotshot better put you through the wringer.”
“i’ve read so much about him! watched all his interviews, too,” yoichi yaps on animatedly. his excitement was unquestionable.
some words manage to register, some don’t. the pressure on your chest, which has been a constant companion over the last few weeks, made it hard to focus. you still nod along, humming to signal you’re listening all while the guilt eats you up inside. if only you could’ve confronted chris earlier on his dodgy behavior, maybe your little brother wouldn't have to rely on the luck of some celebrity trainer coming in to save the day.
and maybe, you wouldn’t have to wonder if chris is trying to wash someone else’s perfume out of his sheets right now.
as if this couldn’t get any worse, a traffic jam halts your journey. the classic teen sigh and whine next to you endearing enough to incite a smile, “just tell him it’s my fault.”
“oh, i will,” yoichi answers petulantly, “that was my plan all along, just in case.”
him valuing this new trainer so much already he disregards his usually loveable personality in favor of the irritable teen attitude is.. amusing at worst, and absolutely adorable at best. the laugh escaping you this time does not need any force.
“you little brat-” you reach over to pinch his side, which makes him giggle in spite of himself.
when the jam finally starts moving, it takes a mere fifteen minutes until the familiar field comes into view. a few players are already out and busy with warm-ups. somewhere in there you recognize the bee-haired boy yoichi always hangs out with.
yoichi groans, “see! everyone’s already here, if only you weren’t on that damn phone-”
the engine stills as you worm your way into the last parking spot left. sighing, you follow after him, who’s already halfway onto the field. there’s a few parents sitting in the stands, probably there to meet the new coach their kids were raving about just like yoichi was to you.
the sun shines incessantly into your eyes as it emerges from behind the clouds. momentarily blinded, you fail to notice the door of the cafeteria opening, your face knocking against something you initially thought was a wall. a grunt proves you otherwise mere milliseconds later.
“careful,” a deep voice paired with large, steadying hands on your shoulders causes your heart to stop briefly. the clouds once again cover the sun, allowing you to see who you just walked into.
piercing yellow eyes and a monotone expression is not what you imagined would go with a voice that comforting, but it fits surprisingly well. short bleach-blond hair spiked up slightly from running his hand through it adds a certain charm to him.
he’s long since let go of you, matching your staring-contest contending daze which is only interrupted by yoichi running over, introducing himself excitedly.
“hello, sir! i’m-”
“late. you’re late,” the man finishes for him, gaze flicking over.
the young boy flushes red, and immediately points at you, “her fault! and then we got stuck in traffic-”
interrupted again, the man holds up his hand. “go back to the field,” he simply answers.
nodding eagerly he runs off again, leaving you alone with the handsome stranger.
he looks back over to you, sticking out his hand. “noel. noel noa. this is your son, or..”
“brother! younger brother,” you quickly assure him. “i know we don’t look alike, i’m adopted, you see-”
you ramble on nervously, to your own surprise. you haven’t been this nervous talking to a man since you first developed a crush on chris. the t.m.i. makes you grimace, cringing at yourself.
something akin to amusement flickers in his eyes, though it does nothing to alleviate your nerves. said amusement could very much be at your expense. “i see. do you usually bring him?”
your lip stings as you bite on it just a tad too hard, nodding. “yeah, he could just get his bicycle, but he insists on ‘saving energy’.”
noel crosses his arms, corner of his lip quirking up. “i’ve heard a lot about this kid.”
“that could very well be,” you cross your arms too, mirroring him, weight shifting from one leg onto another, “he’s surpassed pretty much everyone, no room to improve with the old coach.”
the sound of yoichi’s yelling mixed in with the other guys brings a smile to your face, gaze finding him amongst the colorful heads of hair.
“he could go far,” you whisper, more to yourself than your conversation partner, “really far.”
your eyes snap back to noel, “he’s very excited to work with you, sir. please don’t disappoint him.”
a beat of silence passes, his eyes flicking over your face curiously. he then nods, “i’ll do my best.”
he soon excuses himself, training about to commence. it’s not long enough for it to be worth it to drive back home and then back again to get him, but the way your heart reacted to mr. noel was concerning enough for you to simply rely on yoichi asking bachira’s mom to drive him home.
sat back behind the wheel, surrounded by a much needed silence, you eye your phone. no notifications, as expected. though, no less disheartening.
just as you’re about to drive off, it finally comes. a short and sweet message from your darling boyfriend.
the ‘i’ll make it up to you’ text mocks you as you’re sat on your couch, silence weighing heavily over your apartment. he’d be there at six. it was now a quarter past seven. the hem of your skirt creases under your tight grip, lip swollen from biting on it so hard.
you: hey, will you be here soon? i’m all pretty for you :) sent 6:16PM
you: i’m a bit worried, honestly. is everything okay? sent 6:37PM
you: this isn’t what i imagined ‘making it up to me’ would look like sent 6:53PM
you stopped texting after that. when he finally graces you with a response it’ll probably be something akin to ‘don’t be so dramatic, everyone forgets stuff sometimes’, and it already stings. because what if he’s right? why are you questioning him like this? you don’t have any actual proof of him doing something wrong.
if anything, you should be glad you’ve got such a hardworking boyfriend, one who’s so dedicated to his job.
mind buzzing with uncertainty, you gnaw at your lip even more. teeth cutting through the delicate skin as an unwanted image of a woman kissing up on your boyfriend enters your mind. the tears welling in your eyes make it hard to make out the words appearing on your screen, one by one from yoichi.
wiping at your eyes, barely caring for the makeup around it anymore, you manage to conclude he needs you to pick him up, and something about his coach wanting to talk.
quickly you slip into something less date night-esque, and walk out the door.
movements slightly clumsy, you wipe at your eyes some more. the last thing you need right now is a car crash. the unease of chris’ lack of response sticks heavy in your mind. eyes darting to your phone on your passenger seat every few seconds just in case he finally texts you. which, unsurprisingly, he does not.
the sky pinkens prettily as you get closer and closer to your destination. the beautiful sight is like a balm to your aching heart, bringing another wave of tears past your waterline. hastily wiping them away to maintain proper sight of the road, you sniffle your way into a parking spot.
adjusting the rearview mirror so you can get one last look at yourself before inevitably bursting into another bout of sobs, you’re met with a shockingly put-together sight. eyes puffy, but in a kind of cute way. maybe coach noel won’t burst out laughing when he sees you, which he didn’t look like the type to already, but fate seems to be working overtime to make you as miserable as possible recently. why not add this?
the thought gives you pause, why did this even matter? he’s just your brother’s coach. just his coach, and yet the nerves similar to when you first got introduced a few days ago come back in full swing as it finally lands that you’ll be seeing him again.
warmth creeps up your face, cheeks burning in embarrassment as your heart picks up pace. chris standing you up is almost entirely forgotten in favor of the smooth, deep voice you can’t wait to hear again.
a few deep breaths and out you go, hands slapping gently against your face to hopefully get out of the daze the emotionally taxing day has cursed you with. the sky has darkened considerably by now, the chilly air nips at your skin as you walk up to the stands, spotting mr. noel, whose gaze is trained on the rambunctious bunch of teens still on the field.
“good evening, sir,” you greet, voice a tad shaky still, it’s uncertain whether it’s from the cold or the events from mere minutes earlier.
it’s barely noticeable, but he perks up slightly at the sound of your voice. his eyes snap to you, paired with the familiar quirk of the corner of his lip.
“just noel is fine,” he assures. “and a good evening to you too. are you here to pick up yoichi?”
you nod, “yeah, but he also said something about you wanting to talk. is everything okay?”
he briefly glances over to the boys before looking back to you, a breathless chuckle escaping him. “yes, actually. nothing to worry about, though.”
the plastic of the bench is cold through the fabric of your skirt, but the warmth emanating from him sitting so close next to you comforts you through it. the shiver running through you is involuntary, tiny bumps forming on your skin as the wind picks up. you wrap your arms around yourself instinctively, eyes fixed on yoichi being chased by a laughing bachira.
your attention is soon stolen by the warmth of noel’s trainer jacket being placed around your shoulders. the comforting scent of a cologne you’ve never had the privilege of smelling before hits your nostrils and relaxes you from head to toe with ease.
“thank you,” you whisper, a bit breathless from the gentlemanly gesture. and totally not because his muscled forearms are on full display now that he’s left in just a compression shirt.
he eyes you with barely disguised amusement, “of course.”
just as you want to ask him why he wanted to talk, your phone finally pings with a new message. at almost 8PM, two hours after your date was supposed to start, your dear boyfriend has finally graced you with a response. of course, it’s about what you expected.
chris<3: no need to be dramatic
chris<3: i just forgot
chris<3: it’s not a big deal
bottom lip trembling as you try to will away your tears doesn’t go unnoticed by noel. he straightens in his seat, turning a bit to face you more. “i don’t mean to pry, but is everything okay?”
you force a nod, almost choking on your words, “yeah. just my boyfriend.”
it’s embarrassing, crying in front of a stranger. a hot stranger, no less. the thought itself just makes you even more miserable, crying about your boyfriend while actively thirsting over a stranger. you’re no better than what you’re assuming of chris at all, are you?
noel’s gaze is averted, no longer so confident in eyeing you as he did before. that distance, which you may be interpreting wrong since this is only the second time you’ve met him, is something you can’t help but wish to close again. so just like the first time, the way to go seems to be tmi.
“he stood me up today,” you mumble, playing with your turned off phone idly, eyes focused on the ground. “said he’d take me on a date, then forgot.”
his lips purse, his gaze similarly fixated on the brick path, “i’m sorry to hear that.”
“no need,” your voice lowers further, the uncomfortable air suffocating you both slowly, “perhaps i shouldn’t have said it.”
the silence that follows is much worse, momentarily interrupted by the sound of the teens screaming at one another.
“so… what is it you wanted to talk to me about?” you ask quietly, hands twitching with nervousness, afraid you’ll only ridicule yourself further.
he leans back in his chair slightly, eyes lifting towards the dark sky. the light pollution from the lamps illuminating the field definitely killed off some of the charm. “i must apologize. i can’t seem to remember.”
“oh,” is all you manage.
he can only nod, “oh.”
the damned brat told him you’d be single.
bonus scene:
yoichi nudges bachira, both of them off in a corner of the field where they’d be able to see you and noel clear enough to gauge your mood. “i told you, dude. he’s totally into her! he kept asking about her but like, not really.”
bachira giggles, “i know! who just says ‘your sister is very caring’ unprompted? an hour into training!”
they erupt into a fit of laughter, before yoichi gets just a tad more serious, “i hope she breaks up with that guy soon. he really sucks.”
“if what you said is anything to go by, even otoya would be a better option!”
