#soccer fic

Smiling endearingly, you lift a hand to his chest, running it over his shoulder. “I was only gone for a week.”

“Week too long.” Pedri muttered right back, pulling his face from your neck to get a better look at you. “Did you get a sunburn on your nose?”

You’d been gone to Madrid to visit your sister in Uni, and the two of you may have forgotten to put sunscreen on before you left the house one unfortunately hot day, so…

“Perhaps?”

Rolling his eyes dramatically, Pedri let go of you and pushed off the ground. “I’ll go get you the Aloe.” And with that, he was gone.

You finally stood up from the ground only to be knocked right back down by a whoosh of black fur. Air escaped your lungs and pain shot through your butt as you landed hard on the grass, though the pain went away the second you came face to face with the culprit who was trying to lick at your face.

“Nilo!” You gasp, instantly moving to scratch his ears. The big black dog was probably the best investment your boyfriend ever made.

After another three minutes of jumping all over you along with continuous assaults to the face, you finally managed to calm the dog down. He had grown since you last saw him, a lot.

Smiling wide, you smooch his forehead. “Did you miss me too, baby boy?” You were promptly met with a tongue to the cheek.

Yes!

Pedri, now watching from the door, couldn’t hide the adoration in his face even after your eyes met. Aloe in hand, he walked toward you two chuckling to himself before easing down onto the ground beside you.

“You’re cute.” He whispers, leaning over to press his lips to your cheek. “And now, you can apply this yourself.”

The matter-of-fact tone of his voice caused your eyes to roll but you snatched the bottle anyways. “Nilo, why does your father hate me?” The tease earned a gasp from Pedri, and an enthusiastic jump from the energetic dog that was weaseling his way closer to you.

“Nilo, why does your mother lie so often?” Pedri’s tone grew lower as he snatched Nilo and pulled the giant onto his lap.

For the remainder of the day, you lounged about, mostly lying in bed with Pedri’s arms wrapped securely around your waist and Nilo at the foot of the bed. The TV was on, but neither of you two were paying much attention.

The night consisted of catching up, gossip, plans for the following week, and laughter. Everything was so much better now that you were home. So much brighter, too. And not a single time during those hours, did your smile falter for longer than a second.

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She loved watching Christian play. She’s either been at or watched every match since they met when they were 14. They started dating when they were 15. When Christian moved to Germany at 16, they considered breaking up to not hold each other back, but that idea was quickly turned down. Figured they would try. Succeeding for two years at distance, she moved to Dortmund to be with him. Her parents weren’t happy with the decision because of college, but she is taking online classes to get a degree in marketing. Online gave her the freedom of travel when she wanted to go with Christian. 

Now at 19, she watched as the second half began for the final game of World Cup qualifying. The US was down 0 to 2 but she saw the way Christian looked when he walked back onto the pitch. His determination and focus was the only thing you could read on his face. 

She watched on as the US headed toward goal. Y/N quickly grabbed onto Kelley’s arm as Jorge Villafana attempted a shot but was immediately blocked by Alvin Jones. Villafana was able to get the ball back and pass it to an open Christian at the top of the box. Christian takes a touch that pushes him a few feet closer to the goal before just striking it into the back of the net. Y/N stood up fast and yelled. She started feeling lightheaded so she turned and hugged Kelley and then Mark to not let them catch on to how she was feeling. They continued to celebrate as the US boys grabbed the ball to try and get another goal and keep the play moving. 

As the second half continued, Y/N watched on as the boys tried everything in their power to score a second goal, but ultimately, when the final whistle rang, it wasn’t the US on top of the scoreboard. Y/N stayed sitting as Mark stood up. Kelley wrapped her arm around the young girl that stole her son’s heart. She watched as Y/N fought tears. Kelley could tell she was trying to keep it together, for when she saw Christian. 

Y/N was doing a somewhat decent job at keeping her tears at bay until she watched Christian drop into a squat with his head in his jersey. Kelley squeezed her closer to her as she tried to comfort her. She too had tears in her eyes. She was sad for her son. She knew how hard he was working to achieve his dreams and goals. She was also sad for the young girl in her arms because she knew how much she supported her son and was there for him when she or Mark couldn’t. She knew Y/N wanted it for Christian just as much as he wanted it. 

Watching the team make their way into the locker room, the Pulisic’s and Y/N thought it would be a good time to make their way down into the family area. Once they made it to the hallway outside the locker room, Y/N sat down on a chair that was near. Mark put his hand on her shoulder and sadly smiled at her. She gave him one back before staring at the door. One by one, players started making their way out. They stopped at their family or made their way to the team bus. 

Christian was the last one to come out. Y/N quickly stood up as she saw him look opposite of his family before turning and looking right at her. He quickly walked over and wrapped her in a tight hug. He dug his face into her neck. She felt a few tears leave his eyes and wet her skin. 

“I know it sucks right now, but I am so proud of you.” She whispered into his ear. 

“It’s my fault. I could’ve done more.” Christian said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.

“You did your job. You stepped up when needed. This was not your fault.” She ran her hand over his short hair as she squeezed him tighter. Kelley and Mark watched on at their son and they hoped, their future daughter in law. 

“I love you Christian Mate.” She said as she kissed his neck. “I will always love you and be proud of you. Now go hug your parents and I will give you all the cuddles tonight.” She whispered the last part for only him to hear. Christian pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whispered before giving her a small kiss and pulling away. He quickly turned to his mom for comfort. Y/N watched on as she watched her boyfriend get the same words from his parents that she just spoke to him. 

“Yo Christian! Time to go.” She heard one of his teammates yell. 

“I’m coming!” Christian yelled back. He came back to Y/N and gave you another slow, soft kiss. “I’ll see you here in a little bit.”

After getting into the rental the Pulisics rented, they quickly drove her to the team hotel to meet back up with Christian.

“Y/N, you okay dear?” Kelley asked.

“I’m good. Just bummed for Chris.” Y/N sighed. 

“Oh sweetie. He’ll be okay.” She turned and smiled at her.

“You are doing everything right Y/N. You are there for him. We couldn’t ask for anyone better for our son to date.” Mark said. She smiled at him with a blush. As they pulled up to the hotel, Y/N smiled at both parents and thanked them for the ride. 

“We are going to come visit you both in a few weeks for Thanksgiving.” Kelley said. 

“I can’t wait. Have fun on your trip to the Bahamas.” She smiled as they thanked her and drove off. 

Y/N walked into the lobby and sat on the couch as she waited for the team bus to arrive. What Y/N didn’t know was that Christian and her were going to quickly grab their stuff and get on a private plane back to Germany. Normally, Christian wouldn’t pay for that, but after that loss, he wanted to get away from people as fast as possible. 

“Hi Y/N.” She looked up and saw Paul Arriola and Clint Dempsey walking in. She smiled and waved at them before they kept walking to the elevator. When Christian walked in, she quickly stood up and met him with an open hand. He was quick to intertwine his fingers with hers. He dragged her to the elevators.

“Bags are packed right?” He asked her once alone in the moving object. 

“Yes. Why?” She asked, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Gerald got us a private plane. We fly to Portugal tonight. We will fill up with gas and then make the rest of the flight to Dortmund.” He said. She nodded at him. Christian quickly packed the rest of his stuff before grabbing most of the bags and heading out of the room with Y/N hot on his trail. 

Part way through the flight, Y/N was cuddled up to Christian on the pullout couch. Neither speaking and neither sleeping. Christian squeezed her closer to him and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

“How you feeling? I forgot to ask earlier.” He said softly.

“I’m better. I still have my moments.” She said before sitting up. “Actually, I have something to tell you.” Christian sat up as well. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“You can tell me. It’s okay.” He said, grabbing her hand for support.

“I’m pregnant.” Y/N said. She looked down but then quickly looked up to see a shocked Christian.

“What?” He asked in disbelief.

“I’m pregnant. I’m 13 weeks as of Saturday.” She said. “I did the math, we brought home a souvenir from vacation.”

“Wow. Okay.” Christian rubbed his hand down his face. Still in shock at the news. “When did you find out?” 

“The day before I flew into Orlando. I went to the doctor to get some medicine to help settle my stomach. They ran some tests and asked if there was a chance of me being pregnant. I mean, I couldn’t say no. It’s like we’ve been in the honeymoon stage lately.” She giggled as Christian gave a small laugh and a nod of his head.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to distract you from these games. I just wanted you to focus on soccer, not how we are going to be parents at 19.” She said sincerely. “Are you okay with this? I know it’s a lot to take in and I’ve had time to let it sink in, but how are you with this?”

“I uh… I don’t know.” He said honestly. “I’m not going to leave you. You are right about the thoughts of ‘how are we going to be parents at 19?’ have gone through my head.” 

“We can do this.” She smiled.

“We can.” Christian smiled before leaning forward and capturing her lips, deepening it as they went along. “I’m terrified, but I’m glad it’s with you. I love you so much Y/N/N. You are going to be a fantastic mother.”

“And you will be an amazing father.” She kissed him slower this time before pulling away. “Can we wait a bit before we tell our families? I want to tell them, but I want this to stay between us for as long as possible, because the world will find out when I show up looking like a whale in black and yellow stripes.” 

“But you’ll be my beautiful whale in black and yellow stripes.” He laughed as she slapped him on the chest. Christian pulled her closer and laid down with her on top of him. “We can wait as long as you want before we tell people.”

“Thank you. I know this is scary, but I’m glad I’m on this journey with you.” Y/N pushed his hair back as she ran her hand through it. As she straddled his lap, she leaned down and kissed him. Christian pulled back.

“You’re slacking tonight, Jeon.”  YN laughs as she dribbles around him with ease.  The girls’ team has a game tomorrow and they always practice together before a game.  Nothing too strenuous, it’s more of a fun tradition.  The boys’ team won their game so naturally, Jungkook is a little out of it.

Jungkook sighs, “Sorry.”  He starts trying to take the ball from her, but she can tell he’s not really trying.

“Okay,” YN stops and kicks the ball up to her hands, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, I’m just tired.”  He falls onto the grass and sprawls out.

YN sits down next to him, “Come on, you’re telling me the game today still has you tired.”  She jokes.  He worked hard and kicked ass.  He scored most of the goals today and didn’t have much time off the field.  “Come on.”  She hops up and reaches for his hands, he groans, “I’ll buy you dinner for the win today.”

He quickly sits up, suddenly full of energy,  “Really?”  He says with bright eyes.

She rolls her eyes and pushes him back down into the grass.  “Hurry up.”  She says as she walks towards her car.

“Bitch,” he says as he gets up.  He rushes after her and pushes her.  He doesn’t think it’s any harder than he usually does but when she falls to the ground and lets out a cry of pain, he instantly regrets it.  “Oh shit, oh shit.  YN I’m so sorry.”  He crouches beside her and rolls her onto her back to inspect the damage… that is until she starts laughing hysterically.  “Are you fucking serious?  That’s not funny, YN.  I was worried.”  He yells.  He thought he injured his extremely competitive best friend before a game.  She probably would castrate him if that happened.

She continues to laugh, “Sorry.  I was feeling dramatic.”  She says, dusting the grass off of her.  “Come on, let’s get dinner.”

Jungkook pouts the whole way to the Chinese buffet (the best choice for taking Jungkook to dinner so he doesn’t break the bank and can eat all he wants).  Once they get some food, he forgets why he was pouting in the first place.  He gets at least one of almost everything and scarfs it down.  “So, you gonna win tomorrow?”  He asks cheekily.

“I always win,”  YN says with her mouth full of fried rice.  Jungkook always wonders why she’s single until he sees her eat.  Granted, people probably think the same about him.

“I distinctly remember you losing like almost every bet we’ve ever made.”  He smirks.

Ah, he wants to make a bet.  “What do you want, Jeon?  Just spit it out.”

“A bet.”  He says coyly, “On the game.”

“What you think we’re gonna lose?”  She asks with disbelief in her voice.  Jungkook has never doubted her abilities before.  He's always been her number one supporter.

He rolls his eyes, “No.  I just bet you won't make as many goals as I did today.”  He sips his drink smugly.

She rolls her eyes.  “How many did you make?  Like three?”

“I made eight, thank you.  In a ten to eight-point game.  That’s pretty impressive!”  He corrects.

“Ball hog,” she says under her breath.  YN chuckles at his offended face and waves him off, “I can make eight goals.  What does the winner get?”

“Loser has to do whatever the winner asks.”  He smirks, “Winner gets five requests,” He holds out his hand with his fingers splayed, “If the winner calls bet then the loser can't not do it.”

“’ Can't not do it,’ beautiful English you got there, Jeon.” YN chuckles, “I’m in.”  Eight goals are nothing.  She can make more than eight.  Jeon Jungkook will be her slave.

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The next day at the game YN has made half of the goals she needs by half-time.  They’re up six to five.  She doesn’t want to steal all the goals from her team members.  They know about the bet, but she still isn’t a ball hog.

Jungkook is in the stands cheering her on.  As much as he wants to win the bet, he stills wants them to win.  The other team is brutal.  They’ve already had three yellow cards and one red card already called on them, those were just the penalties that were called.  Jungkook has seen unnecessary roughness from one girl on the other team at least three times and she hasn’t been penalized for any of them.

After half-time Jungkook has a weird feeling.  

“Why do you look so worried, Kook?”  Jimin asks nudging his shoulder.  “Scared YN’s gonna win your little bet and make you her slave?”  He jokes.

YN scores another goal and the crowd cheers, “I wonder what she’s gonna make him do.”  Taehyung smirks as he leans back in his spot.

“Bet she makes him run around naked.”  Jimin jeers.

“What are your plans for her?”  Taehyung asks with a tilt of his head.

Jungkook swallows, “Well…”  Jungkook turns pink.

“Oh shit!”  Jimin exclaims.

“You want to ask her out, don’t you!”  Taehyung yells.

Jungkook hides his face, “Yes, please stop.”

“Oh my god!”

“Finally.”

The crowd gasps then silence stretches across the field.  Jungkook jerks his head toward the field.  He searches the field for YN.  He can't find her.  Where is she?  He sees the paramedics running onto the field.  No, they can't be for her.  He thinks.  But then he finds her.  She's laid out on the field holding her leg.

Jungkook looks to his friends and only finds worried faces.  He shakes his head, “She’s faking it.”  He whispers.  Just like last night.  She’s fine.  It’s just a show so they call a penalty.  The paramedics turn her over onto her back and try to straighten out her leg and a blood-curdling scream echoes off the bleachers.  It’s her knee.  He can see its contorted wrong. 

His legs are moving before he can think.  He has to go to her.  It’s like instinct.  He jumps down from the bleachers and rushes to her on the field.  People try to hold him back, but he can't see them, can't hear them, can't feel them.  He just needs to get to YN. 

He falls down beside her and takes his hand, “YN.”  Her name comes out as a whisper.

She’s crying.   He’s never seen her cry.  He wasn’t sure she had tear ducts.  “Kookie,” she cries and squeezes his hand. 

She never calls him Kookie.  He grasps her hand with his other as well and kisses her fingers, “I’m right here.  You’re gonna be okay.  I won’t leave you.”

“Sir, you can't-” One of the paramedics starts.

YN cuts him off, “Please, please.  He’s all I have.  Please don’t make him leave.  I-I need him.”  She begs desperately.

He never thought she thought of him like that.  She hasn’t spoken to her parents in years and they’ve been friends since they met at a soccer camp in high school.  They’re best friends and he knew that but, all she has?  That’s saying a lot.  It’s probably just her pain talking, she panicking, that’s it.

They let Jungkook ride in the ambulance to the hospital.  Jimin and Taehyung drive behind the ambulance.  They make Jungkook wait in the waiting room.  He bounces his leg anxiously.  Jimin and Taehyung don’t speak, they know to leave him alone right now.

After about thirty minutes, YN comes out on crutches with a clunky metal knee brace with a weak smile on her face, with a doctor behind her.  They immediately rush over to them.  “Lucky girl this one.  She only dislocated her knee.  No torn ligaments or damage to the cartilage or bones.  She won't be able to play for a while and she’ll be on crutches for about six weeks.  The outcome could have been much worse.”  The doctor explains.  All three boys sigh in relief.  “Please make sure she doesn’t try to do anything strenuous.  I’ve prescribed her pain meds and something for the swelling.  I know girls like her aren’t ones to follow doctors order so, if you’d please make her, that would be great and in her best interest.”  He walks away.

They all look at YN expectantly, she smiles shyly, “Anyone know if we won?”

Of course, that’s what she wants to know.  Jungkook lets out a breath and looks down.  He envelops YN in a hug, “You’re such an idiot.”  His voice is strained from trying to hold back tears.

“Jeon, calm down.  I’m fine.”  She says feigning disgust.  When he holds her tighter, she realizes he is genuinely upset.  She leans into him more.  “Come on, Kookie, take me home.”  He continues to hold her.  “I could hug you back if I wasn’t you know, on crutches.  That can be accomplished at my apartment.”

He pulls away, “You need to elevate your leg.”  He wipes his eyes and puts his hand on her back to guide her out.  “What do you want to eat?  Anything.  We can get takeout or pizza, hell I’ll go all the way to Red Lobster to get cheddar biscuits and O’Charley’s to get rolls if that’s what you want.”

YN just smiles at him, “You’re sweet, Kookie.  I think I just kinda want to lay down.”  She says as she settles into the back seat of the car.  They help her raise her leg up on the seats.  

Jungkook sits in the back with her and gently pulls her leg into his lap.  “You need to eat.  Your meds will mess up your stomach if you take them without food.”  He scolds.

YN sighs, “Fine, pizza I guess.”  She crosses her arms.

Jungkook knows she doesn’t like being fussed over or treated like she’s helpless, but she can't walk so he can treat her as helplessly as he’d like.  “Fine.  You guys gonna stay or head out?”  he asks the other two.

“I think we’re gonna head to the after-party,”  Taehyung says.

Jimin turns back to look at them from the passenger seat with a smile, “Hwasa, scored the winning goal, then decked the girl that tackled you in the face after she heard her talking shit in the locker rooms.”

YN shakes her head.  “She didn’t get in trouble did she?”

“Nah, you know Hwasa, she scares people too much for them to retaliate.”  Jimin chuckles.

YN smiles but then sadly looks out the window.  They all help her into her apartment and get her settled.  As Jimin and Taehyung say their goodbyes YN speaks up again, “Jeon, you don’t have to stay.  Go party with everyone.  I’ll be fine.”

So they’re back to Jeon.  Jungkook turns and squints at her, “Yeah, because you’ll actually follow the doctor’s orders without being watched.”

“I am an adult, Jeon.”  She huffs.

“I’m staying.  We’re gonna watch Disney movies and eat pizza and have our own party.”  He replies sternly.

Jimin and Taehyung snicker as the exit.  “Have fun you two,”  Taehyung says.

“Don’t be too rough, Kook, she’s injured,”  Jimin says.  They run away before they can experience Jungkook’s wrath.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “I hate them.”  He looks back at YN who is laying on the couch with her leg propped up on pillows.  She looks irritated, “What do you want to watch, baby?”  Jungkook teases, knowing it will rile her up.

“I’m not a baby.  Don’t think I won't kick your ass.  I have a bum leg, but my fists work just fine.”  She threatens.

“Yeah, that doesn’t help if you can't reach me.”  He stays out of her range and chuckles.

“I hate you.”  She crosses her arms and pouts.

Jungkook thinks she looks adorable.  He walks over to her and squats in front of her, “I’m glad you’re okay.”  He looks down at the couch cushion, “The way you screamed… I didn’t know what to think.”

“I’m fine.  It scared me.  It hurt and I didn’t know what was wrong.  I just freaked out.”  She replies.  Jungkook looks up and she’s scowling like she wants to look tough but she's not looking at him.  “I guess you won though.”

“What?”  He asks.

“The bet.”  She mumbles.

“I don’t care about that.”  Jungkook shakes his head, “You got hurt, that’s hardly fair.”

“No, no, you won.  Fair and square.”  She looks at him now, “You have 5 requests, use them wisely.”  She smirks.

Jungkook has no intention of making those requests now.  The buzzer for her apartment buzzes and he goes to get the pizza.  He grabs plates and gives her one and two slices of pizza.  He turns on The Little Mermaid, knowing it’s her favorite.  Jungkook settles on the other end of the couch by her feet.  They eat in silence.  

Jungkook hears her sniffles about halfway through the movie.  “Hey,” he says as he moves to squat by her face.  “It’s okay.”

“I-I can't play.”  She sobs.  “I can't play and I can't walk.  I can't do anything.”  She covers her face.

“Hey, baby, stop.”  He gently removes her hands and cups her face, “It’s only temporary.  I’ll take care of you until you’re better.”  He means it.  He would probably do anything for her.  He knows she’ll hate it but he’ll do it anyway.

She sniffles, “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  He smiles.

She sniffles and nods, “Okay.”  She averts her eyes from his, “Wi-will you stay with me?”

He smiles softly.  “Of course.”

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Jungkook loved the idea of cuddling with YN.  He was not aware that it would be so weird and uncomfortable as it was though.  Her brace was in the way and they couldn’t get comfortable.  When YN found a position that was comfortable for her, he gave in and pretended he was okay with it.  He wasn’t.  Her brace was stabbing him in the thigh, but he wasn’t going to complain about it.  As long as YN was good, he would tough it out.

When Jungkook woke up YN was not in the bed.  Of course, his first reaction was to panic.  He bolted out of the bed and frantically ran out of the room to find YN lounging on the couch with a bowl of cereal.  “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because you sleep like the dead, Jeon.”  She huffed, “You think I got out of bed quietly and gracefully?  No!  I actually fell on top of you and you didn’t even move.”

Jungkook’s eyes go wide, “I’m so sorry.”

She smirks at him, “I’m fucking with you.  You just looked really cute when you were sleeping.  I figured you needed it.”  She takes a bite of her cereal.

Did she call him cute?  She must have hurt more than her leg.  Jungkook walks over to her and squints at her suspiciously, “How did you manage to get the cereal to the couch?”

She pauses mid-chew as she looks up at Jungkook innocently.  He raises an eyebrow inquisitively.  She swallows, “I may have very carefully limped-”

“You walked on it!”  He shouts.

She visibly shrinks at his outburst, “Well I wanted to eat cereal on the couch.”

Jungkook takes a breath to calm himself, “You should have woken me up.”

“If it helps I haven’t moved since.”  She smiles like she’s a good girl.

He glares at her, guess he’s going to have to. “Request number 1-” She eyes go wide at his words.  “I don’t want you walking on your injured leg until you are cleared by the doctor to do so.”

Her eyebrows knit together, “You’re really going to waste a request on that?”

“Yes.”  He says in all seriousness.  If necessary, he would use all his requests to keep her from doing something stupid and fucking up her knee even more than it already was.

She huffs, “Too bad I didn’t win.  I could have made you my slave.”  She grumbles.

He raises an eyebrow.  Maybe he can still get what he wants out of this.  “Request number 2-” she groans, “I want to stay here while you recover to make sure you listen.”

Her reaction was unexpected.  “Okay.”  Was all she said.  Jungkook leaned back and squinted at her suspiciously.  “What it’s not like you don’t practically live here already.”

“What?  I do not!”

“You’re literally here like three nights a week.  You have a toothbrush here and spare clothes.”

“That’s just because you do my laundry when I leave my clothes here.”  That was a lie.  He had started “accidentally” leaving his sports bag with his spare clothes there and asking her to wash his clothes a few months after she moved in.  Then he “conveniently” got a new bag but still managed to leave clothes in the bathroom when he would stay over.  She does happen to wash them though, but that’s because she’s a stress cleaner and cleans her house spotless before pretty much every game, test, job interview, etc.  He didn’t think he stayed that often though… he does before they have games because the cuddles help them sleep and feel less anxious… Jungkook might also be in love with her and finds any excuse to see her… but whatever.

“Whatever.”  She holds out her bowl, “Go put my bowl away, slave.”

Jungkook glares at her, “I am not your slave.”

She smirks, “Fine, fine, maid.”  His lip twitches, “Butler?  I can call you Alfred like from Batman.”  She giggles.

A lovely thought comes to mind.  Her smirk slowly fades as his grows.  “Why don’t you call me Master.” 

She scoffs, “Yeah, fuck you.”

A shit-eating grin curls on his lips, “Fine then, request number three, you will address me as Master.”  This could potentially turn out to be a problem for him, but he thinks the humiliation she will face when he makes her call him that in public will be even more fun.

She gapes at him, “You really just wasted three requests in the span of like five minutes.”

He shrugs.  He will keep the other two requests saved for later.  “Just because you are injured doesn’t mean I can't have my fun with you.”  He doesn’t really mean it to sound the way it does.

She blinks at him.  “And what happens if I decide fuck you and don’t listen to you and I walk or don’t call you Master.”

Jungkook tilts his head in thought, “Well I just won't respond if you don’t call me Master when I want you to.”  He fixes her with a stern look, “Now if you walk on your leg, I will have to punish you.”

YN swallows.  Is it suddenly hot in here?  She places her bowl on the table and crosses her arms and pouts cutely, “Fine.”

Jungkook notices how pink her cheeks have become, and he loves it.  “Now,” he leans over her, “What was it you wanted me to do?”

She looks at him innocently, “Will you please take my bowl, Master?” She says in the cutest baby voice he’s ever heard.  Then she kicks him in the chest with her good leg causing him to fall to the floor and grunt.  “You’re such a dick, Jeon.”

In reality, he should have seen that coming.  YN was not a sweet, meek little girl, but oh how much fun it would be to make her one.  He doesn’t miss the pretty red blush on her cheeks.  He knows she can be like that now.  “Too bad you’re injured, or I would totally kick your ass right now.”

“Sure, you would, Master.”  She chuckles.

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Taking care of YN turned out to be pretty fun for Jungkook.  Although he should have known she would play dirty.  The day he made his requests, YN said she needed help showering.  YN knows she has a hot body and while she hangs around Jungkook in a sports bra and short shorts most of the time, he has never seen her naked.  And if he's being completely honest he does… glance (read: stares) at her when she’s dressed like that.  He still hasn’t seen her naked, let’s clear that up.  She is a tease and she knows it.  She knows Jungkook wants a peek.  She “needed” his help but was not going to reveal herself to him.  All he got to see was her beautifully perky ass, but nothing else.  He also got to see her silhouette while she showered because she was “scared she might fall.”  Although, that was enough for him to jerk off in the shower later that night.

Jungkook got her back though.  Oh, it was a glorious moment when he made her call him Master in front of Jimin and Taehyung.  He took her phone from her just to make her ask for it back.  She got mad and tried to chase him on her crutches, which in itself was pretty funny.  Then he raised a challenging eyebrow and she was going to let him just keep the phone.  Lucky for Jungkook, her coach called, and she needed to answer.  She gave in and turned a lovely shade of red.  Jimin and Taehyung lost it and have been messing with her about it ever since.

It wasn’t always fun and games though.  YN would come home and cry after every practice because all she could do was watch.  After games, it was much worse.  They were on their way to the finals and she couldn’t play.  She started doing tricep dips and situps just so she didn’t feel like she did nothing the whole time.  As much as Jungkook liked her cuddling with him, he hated seeing her cry more.  He tried to be as sweet and encouraging as possible in those moments.

Today they were on their way to the doctor to see what the next steps were.  The doctor examined her knee, bent it, moved it around.  “Have you been staying off it?”

“Yep.”  She responds.

He then turns to Jungkook, “Has she?”

Jungkook chuckles as YN’s face drops, “Yeah she has.  I made sure of it.”  He smirks at her which causes her face to turn red.

“Good.  It looks good.  There is still some swelling.  Are you in any pain?”  He raises an eyebrow.

“Not usually.”  She responds honestly.

He stares at her for a moment.  “I will release you from your crutches.”  A huge smile spreads across her face, “BUT!”  The doctor points at her, “You have to keep the brace on, only light activities, if you start hurting, then you need to get off of it.  You don’t have to sleep in the brace.”  He scribbles on a piece of paper, “I want you at physical therapy here twice a week, you can make appointments at the desk.  Be back here in three weeks and if you’ve improved and have no more pain, I will release you to play.”  He hands her a note for her coach.

YN was glad to be off crutches but still sad she couldn’t play.  Jungkook tries to cheer her up, “He at least we can cuddle more comfortably now.”

She gives him a confused look, “Were they not comfortable before?”

Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, “Well, your brace always stabbed me in the thigh.”

She looks upset, “I was hurting you?  Why didn’t you say anything?”  She asks as she settles into the car.

He shrugs, “You were comfortable, so it was fine.”  He smiles at her.  

She gives him a strange look.  “Thank you, Kookie.”  She looks out the window as he drives her back home.

Once they get home and settle on the couch she gets shy, “You don’t have to stay with me anymore if you don’t want to.”

Jungkook gives her a confused look, “I said I was staying until you recovered.  You haven’t.”

“You said you’d stay to make sure I listened and stayed off it.  I’m not on crutches anymore, I’m allowed to walk, there’s no need-”

“I’m staying until you’ve fully recovered.”  He says a little more harshly than he wanted.  He just didn’t want her to make him leave.  “I want to take care of you, baby.”  He says softly.

She looks confused.  “Wh-why do you have to say things like that?” She turns pink and avoids his gaze. 

Another thing he must say he likes about these past few weeks is that he’s learned how shy YN can be she’s so damn cute when she blushes.  He never would have seen this side of her had she not been injured.  He can't help himself, “Because Master loves to see his baby in pink.” 

He can feel the heat radiating off her as her cheeks turn red.  “You’re so weird.” She tries to sound disgruntled but sounds more petulant than anything.  Like a little girl.  A cute bratty little girl. 

He leans closer to her, “You like it.” He smirks then pulls away.  “I want fried chicken.” He says as he pulls out his phone to order food.  He can’t tease her too much or he’ll work himself up and she’s not up for that…yet. 

She stares at him for a moment, “Kookie…” She says his name quietly.  He grunts in response but doesn’t look at her.  She leans her body into his, “This whole master thing isn’t just funny to you is it?”

He freezes but tries to play it off with a laugh, “It’s pretty fucking funny, YN. You’re pretty easy to embarrass.  Had I known this would do the trick I’d have thought of this a long time ago.” He tries very hard to ignore the fact that she’s rubbing her chest on his arm.  She’s so close…

“So… it’s not a kink then?” A hand makes its way to his thigh. 

Fuck.  He looks down at her.  Her eyes look different.  They look bigger and full of curiosity.  “Why does that matter?”

She looks at him, unwavering, “Do you want me, Jungkook?” She asks with a lilt to her voice he’s never heard. 

He leans in close to her, their noses millimeters apart, “Even if I did, you couldn’t handle it.” He brings a hand to her cheek, “I will say I quite like seeing you so…” he smirks, “submissive.”

She quickly leans away and laughs, “Wow, Jeon, you’re such a freak.  You’ve just been using me to feed into your kinks this whole time.  I feel used.” 

There’s something in her voice, that doesn’t convince Jungkook.  He lets it go for now.  “Yeah well, it’s fun.” He looks back at his phone and orders food.  They eat and watch a movie normally. 

“I’m gonna go shower.” She says as she stands up and stretches when the movie ends.  Jungkook doesn’t miss the way her top rides up. 

“Have fun.” He says nonchalantly.  She gives him a confused look, probably because he has been sitting in the bathroom with her while she showered for the past few weeks.  When she doesn’t move he glances up and her then back down to his phone, “The shower is down the hall, idiot.”

She bites her lip then goes to shower.  Minutes later, Jungkook hears a crash.  He jumps up from his seat and bounds to the bathroom, “YN!” he exclaims as he opens the door.  He finds her wrapped in a towel, a fucking small one he might add, sitting on the toilet lid. 

She smiles awkwardly, “Sorry, I accidentally knocked the bottles in.” 

He notices the shampoo and body wash that had fallen in the tub.  He looks back at her and realizes she had been shaving.  He swallows and avoids thinking about other places she might shave.  He takes a breath and goes to grab the bottle from the tub.  “Be more careful next time.” He says as he hands it to her.  She has a razor in one hand and the other hand is holding the towel closed. 

“Thanks,” She reaches out with the hand that was on the towel. 

The universe is cruel because the towel doesn’t budge.  He pulls the bottle out of her reach, “Try again.”

She sits up a little straighter, Jungkook notices the way the part that’s tucked in pulls out a little.  “Thank you, Master.” She says in that sweet voice she does. 

Fuck, Jungkook has to resist the urge fuck that pretty little mouth of hers.  He hands it to her and walks (read: runs) out of the bathroom.  He closes his eyes and takes a breath as he leans against the closed door.  Fuck her, the little tease.  He thinks she’s starting to enjoy this too. And what is that towel made of?  Magic titty hugging fabric and no-peeking thread?

“Kookie!” She calls from the bathroom, “Can you get me a Band-Aid?”

Oh fuck, he has to go back in there.  “Yeah,” he responds and goes to grab the Band-Aids.  He takes a breath before entering.  When he opens the door, to find her in the same spot but now she’s leaned over holding toilet paper to the shin of her bad leg.  That damn towel is still holding up perfectly well. Jungkook is struggling to contain his desires.  He goes over to her and squats in front of her. 

“What are you doing?” She asks hesitantly. 

He doesn’t reply.  He just gently takes her calf in one hand and removes the toilet paper with the other.  It’s not just a simple nick, she actually cut herself.  It’s not deep but it’s bleeding a lot.  He puts the toilet paper back on and applies some pressure to help stop the bleeding.  He looks up at her, “Clumsy,”

“I was distracted.” She blushes. 

At least she didn’t do it on purpose.  “You should be more careful.”  What could have her distracted though?  Him maybe?  It would be nice to know he was affecting her just as much as she was affecting him.

She swallows, “Y-you don’t have to stay,”

He hums in response and lets his gaze wander up her leg.  “Are you shaving for your PT tomorrow?”

She shrugs, “They’ll be touching my legs so… yeah.”

He squints at her, “I’m sure they deal with hairy people all the time.  You trying to look cute for them?  Are you hoping for a hot physical therapist?”

She raises an eyebrow, “What if I am?”

A pang of jealousy hits him, “Well,” he begins to rub circles into her calf with his thumb, “Are you making sure all of you is shaved for them?”

Her breath hitches, “Maybe…” she says quietly.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches.  He wants to see so bad.  His eyes flicker to the apex of her thighs, but she’s covered by the towel and her legs are crossed.  He knows she’s teasing him, but he’s so fucking jealous.  He doesn’t even know what kind of person her physical therapist might be, they could be completely not her type. Fuck, she’s only saying this to rile him up.

He checks her cut and the bleeding has stopped.  He removes the tissue and grabs a Band-Aid and places it on.  “I’ll leave you to it then.” He stands, “I want some banana milk.  Want anything from the store?” He has to get out of here.  Fuck, his dick is getting hard. 

He rushes out of the room when she shakes her head no.  He runs to his car and practically rips his pants off to pull out his dick.  He doesn’t even care that he’s in a parking lot.  He quickly jerks himself off.  Fuck YN and her sexy legs.  They’re so perfectly toned and tanned from playing soccer.  They would feel so good wrapped around his head as he eats her beautiful pussy out or around his waist as he pounds into her.  Fuck.  He cums quickly into his hand.  When he comes down from his high, he looks around.  Thankfully no one is in sight.  He quickly cleans himself up and goes back inside. 

YN is now lounging on the couch… you know just chilling in a sports bra and spandex because that’s normal.  It’s totally normal but not when Jungkook literally just came in his fucking car.  “Where’s your banana milk?” She asks with a smirk like she knows what Jungkook just did. 

“They didn’t have any.” He explains coolly.  

“What’s on your shirt?” She asks nodding in her direction. 

Jungkook’s eyes go wide and he looks down.  Fuck, he’s an idiot.  “Um… nothing just a stain.” He explains less coolly. 

She smirks, “Looks like cum.” 

Fuck her and her perceptive eye, “It’s not.” He goes to sit next to her on the couch. 

“So you weren’t jerking off in your car?” She asks. 

He really hates her, “Why would I?” he snorts. 

She leans into him, “I don’t know.  Maybe because you really wanted to see me naked.  Or because you were so close to seeing my pussy but weren’t quite able to.”

Brat.  He wants to take her over his knee and spank her until her ass is fucking purple then fuck her sassy mouth until she can’t speak.  He looks down at her, “And why would I want that?” He asks flatly. 

Her face falls into a pout, “Oh, no reason.” She fake laughs.  “I’m just fucking with you.” She moves away from him.  “I’m tired, I think I’ll head to bed.” She hobbies quickly to her room. 

Jungkook guesses that his interest is mutual, judging by her reaction to what she assumed to be rejection.  She was being a brat so she needed to be put in her place.  He better not stay away too long or she might cry.  He gets up to go to bed as well.  He smirks as he takes off his shirt and pants so he just in his tight boxer briefs.  Two can play at this game. 

He walks in to find her turned away from him.  Such a baby.  He drops his clothes on the floor and makes his way to the bed to climb in behind her.  “You know, if you wanted to be a tease you really should have expected to be treated like a little brat.” He whispers in her ear as he curls up behind her.  He can feel the shiver that runs down her body.  “I never knew you were such a softy, baby.” He kisses her ear and pulls her body against his. 

“I-I’m not soft.” She stutters. 

“No?” he lets his hand wander up to her breasts, “Then why did you look so sad?  Did you think I was rejecting you?”

She scoffs, “I-I wasn’t.  It-it was all part of the game.”

“Game?  I didn’t know we were playing.” He pinches her nipple and she jolts.  “Is that what you want, baby?  You want to play?”

“Kook-"

“Who?” He snaps. 

She swallows, “Master, is-is this- are you serious?”

He moves so he can turn her to face him, “Is that what you want?” honestly he doesn’t know if he could deal with rejection right now, but consent is of utmost importance. 

He can feel the heat radiating off her face as she blushes, “Yes.” 

He leans in slowly, so she has time to back out, then he kisses her.  He finally kisses her. He kisses her softly at first so as not to scare her.  She is the one who deepens the kiss.  She swipes her tongue across Jungkook’s lip to request access as she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls himself closer.  Jungkook can't help himself.  He pulls her close by her hips and kisses her with fervor.  When she squeaks he pulls back, “I’m sorry.”

She takes his cheeks in her hands, “It’s fine, just my knee.”

He pulls back, “Shit,” her injured leg is under them.  He tugs her on top of him gently, “Better?”  She nods shyly.  Fuck, she’s so cute when she’s shy.  “Should we stop?”

She stares at him for a moment, “This is weird.”  She whispers.

Fuck.  Fuck!  “Oh… I’m sorry.” He gently rolls her back to lay on the bed.  “I didn’t mean to- I’ll just go lay on the couch.”

She grabs his arm, “No, I didn’t- I just-” she lets out an irritated breath.  “I never expected to be like this with you.  You’re my best friend, I don’t know.  You’re Jungkook.  My sweet bunny.  And now here you are all hot and sexy, looking at me like you want to eat me.”

Eat her?  Yeah, that’ll do.  “I do.”

Her eyes go wide.  “W-what?”

He looms over her, “I would love to ravage your body.  Eat your sweet pussy until you sob.  Make you cum so hard, the only name you remember is mine.”  He tilts his head at her when she doesn’t respond.  “Would you like that, baby?”

“Yes,”  She all but whimpers.

Jungkook bites his lip, “Since you’re still injured, we can’t do anything too strenuous.”  He smirks then kisses down her jaw to her neck.  When he bites down on her neck, she squeaks out a little moan that makes Jungkook groan. He makes his way down and pulls her breasts over the top of her sports bra and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

“Jungkook.”  She moans.

Fuck that’s such a sweet sound.  “You sound so pretty moaning my name, baby.  I want to hear more.”  He roughly pinches her other nipple causing her to wail and squirm.  He smirks and makes his way further down her body, peppering kisses along the way.  When he reaches the barrier of her spandex, he wastes no time pulling it down her legs.  He spreads her legs by pushing up her good leg.  He practically drools at the sight of her pretty, wet pussy. “Fucking finally,”  he says under his breath before diving in.  

He moans when her hands tangle in his hair.  She pulls at his roots and it only drives him to lap at her more vigorously.  She's moaning, whining mess.  Jungkook inserts a finger, then a second and moves them in a come hither motion.  

She begins to push his head away, “Kookie, wait, no- don’t-”

He pulls his face back, her juices dripping down his chin.  “Am I hurting you?”  He halts his movements but does not remove his fingers.

“No, no.  I just-I-”  She covers her face.

“Does it feel good?”  he asks with furrowed brows.

“Yes- I just-”

He cuts her off, “Are you still concerned about me being a sweet bunny?”  He strokes his fingers from her entrance to her clit.

“No, Kook- you don't understand.”  She shakes her head still covering her face.

Jungkook’s nostrils flare.  He moves up to pull her hands away, “Tell me then.  Why do you want me to stop?”

She bites her lip, looks away, and mumbles something he can’t make out.

“Louder, baby, I can't hear you.”  He commands.

“I might squirt...”  SHe mumbles loud enough for him to hear.

Jungkook’s eyes go wide as an evil smile spreads across his face.  “Oh baby, I’m not stopping for that.”  He begins to rub circle into her clit.  “Do you really want me to stop or are you just embarrassed?”

She covers her face again, “I-I-”

“I won’t force you, baby, but I sure as hell would love to see you squirt for me.”  He rumbles.

She uncovers her eyes and looks him in the eyes, “Y-you would?”

“Fuck yes!”

She covers her face again and squeaks out, “okay.”

Jungkook wastes no time pushing his fingers back inside.  He uses the leverage of his whole arm now.  She begins to moan and squirm.  He knows she’s close when her moans become choked and she seems to try to pull away.  Jungkook uses his free hand to move her hands from her face, “I want to see your face when you cum.”

With that she’s sent over the edge and wails in pleasure as she cums.  Jungkook can feel the spray of her juices on his hand, but can't take his eyes off her face as it contorts with pleasure.  She throws her head back and squeezes her eyes shut  Jungkook keeps going until she’s shaking.  They’re both breathing heavy as she comes down from her high.  He gently placer her leg down and sits up to look down at her.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”  he pants.  She shrinks a little as she blushes.  Jungkook swallows before asking, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

She stares at him for a moment, “Really?  I thought you just saw me as your annoying, buff girl best friend.”

his brows furrowed in confusion, “I mean yeah.  What does that have to do with anything?”

She shrugs and looks away with pouty lips, “I don't know, most guys think I’m too… dude-like.”

Jungkook blinks at her, “I’m sorry I don't have any idea what you’re talking about.  I mean yeah you can act like a bro at times but that's just because gender stereotypes exist but like that means nothing to me.  I like you how you are.  I've only been crushing on you since soccer camp forever ago.”

“Y-you don't think my body is too masculine?”  She stutters.

He shakes his head because he must be hearing things, “What?  What part of your body is masculine?”

She shrugs again, “I mean I’m super muscular from playing soccer, my shoulders are broad, I barely have boobs-”

“Lies!  Fucking blasphemy!  These,”  he cups her breasts to show her that they are very real and he very much likes them, “are fucking perfect and amazing.  So fuck off with those falsehoods.  Your shoulders are fine and muscles are hot.  Who the fuck cares?”

She stares at him for a moment before she suddenly sits up and hugs him around the neck, “Yes, I'll be your girlfriend.”

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