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Simone Biles (hilariously) nursing a calf injury || Olympics 2024

Literally moments later:

Title: Caught on mic

Pairing: Kenan Yıldız x fem!reader

Summary: The Juventus media thought that putting a wireless mic on Kenan for their training content was a good idea. The only problem? Kenan completely forgets the microphone is attached to him the exact second his girlfriend walks down the the training facility, leaving the admin with a hilarious snippet of a needy and mildly annoying Kenan.💀😭

Warnings: Language, pure fluff, established relationship, needy/annoying boyfriend kenan, heavy teasing, and total adoration.

Word count: 678

The Juventus media crew knew exactly what they were doing when they clipped the tiny, wireless microphone onto the collar of Kenan’s training gear. He was having an incredible season, the energy at the training center was electric, and the media team weren't saving themselves by posting this with the “It's a Kenan fanpage atp” allegations. Lol.

"Just keep it on for the passing drills and all that, just casual audio for the background.”

The social media manager had instructed with a thumbs-up.

Kenan had nodded, giving a quick, polite smile to the camera before jogging out onto the pristine grass, completely focused on the training session.

For the first forty-five minutes, the audio was exactly what they expected: heavy panting, sharp instructions in a mix of Italian and German, the crisp *thud* of the ball against his boots, and playful banter with his teammates.

Then, the session wrapped up, and the players were given a few minutes to wind down on the pitch.

That was the exact moment you walked out of the secure tunnel, dressed in a pair of simple linen pants and a black top, looking effortlessly chic as you leaned against the pitch-side railing. You were just coming down to meet him so you could head home together, completely unaware of the media crew hovering near the corner.

And Kenan? The literal second his eyes spotted his girlfriend walking, his brain completely wiped any memory of the microphone attached to his chest.

In the media room a few hours later, the editor’s headphones practically melted from the immediate shift in the audio. It was way too chaotic and personal for a standard YouTube vlog. It was absolute TikTok gold.

"Babyy," Kenan’s voice cut through the microphone, dropping from his loud, commanding pitch-presence into a whiny, low rumble that the public never got to hear.

The video footage caught him immediately abandoning his conversation with the coaching staff, his long jumpy strides taking him across the grass until he intercepted you right by the barrier. He didn't care that there were still photographers lingering by the boards, or that his teammates were watching.

"Look at you," the mic picked up his chuckle, as he wrapped his large, damp arms completely around your waist, pulling your less bigger frame flush against his chest and burying his face into your neck like a giant, dramatic puppy. "You look so gorgeous, finally you're here."

"Kenan, stop, you're sweaty," your said, laughing voice bled into his microphone, sounding a little muffled because his face was pressed so firmly against your shoulder.

"I don't care," he complained, rubbing his sweaty face against your skin deliberately just to be annoying. The audio captured his contented, deep sigh. " God I missed you the whole morning, The training was damn so long. Tell me you missed me too aṣkim."

You finally pulled away to look at him in his sweaty glory, offering him a shy smile.

“Jeez, you're so dramatic, acting like you didn't see me 4 hours ago” you responded back, trying to push his damp bangs out of his eyes while he stubbornly refused to budge.

"Yeah yeah whatever, i don't care it's been too long," Kenan groaned into your neck, his grip tightening around your waist with a needy tug that anchored you to his side. He was being completely clingy, leaning his entire frame into you. "Come on. Let's get out of here. I want to go home right now."

"Go change first, Yıldız," you teased, patting his chest.

"Only if you wait right outside the door," he bargained, jokingly blocking your path, refusing to let go of your waist until he got his way. "Don't move. Stay right where I can see you."

The audio cut out with one final, loud *smack* of a kiss against your lips before he finally jogged off toward the tunnel, flashing a dimpled, victorious smile back at you.

The next day, when the video dropped, the caption read: *Golden boy? More like lover boy 😭♥️🔥”

And the comments were eating it up.

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