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jungkookschin · 1 year

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not so bossy

summary: An irksome feeling infests Jungkook's system when his girlfriend lets him know that she can't meet up after not seeing him for three weeks. pairing: d1 soccer player!jungkook x reader

genre: angst, fluff

author's note: idk anything about football/soccer and yes im american so i used the term soccer 🙄lolz, also i got some inspo hearing about these famous athletes and their gfs so i pulled this out of my ass. pls enjoy (or not)! ALSO IF U HAVE ANYTHING U WANT TO TELL ME AB ANY OF MY PICS PLS PUT IT IN THE ASKS (not replies) BC THIS IS A SECONDARY BLOG

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter,” you grimly convey, eyebrows furrowed in pure vexation whilst your pretty lips curl down in a frown.

Jungkook exhales slightly, his pointer finger and thumb coming up to massage his temples. “Y/N, that’s not what I meant and you know it-“

“Then what the fuck did you mean?” The rapidity by which you cut him off pierces his heart like an arrow, because he’s never witnessed you being so abrasive. It hurts him to know that he’s upset you- that his inconsideration induced such a crestfallen expression from his one and only girl.

“I just didn’t want you to meet up with that guy,” Jungkook quietly explicates, unable to adeptly convey what his true intentions were: that he just missed you and didn’t want you to hang out with some other guy, even if it was just to study.

A scoff escapes your mouth, your obsidian orbs glaring bullets into him. “Jungkook, we were studying. It was for school. You of all people should understand that,” you sneer, your harsh words making his heart drop, the unpleasant feeling of guilt infesting his system, because he knows you’re right. Knows he’s been a shitty fucking boyfriend. Knows that you’ve been nothing but understanding, that you've been his personal angel ushering heaven to him, a task you accomplished everyday of every second.

Jungkook’s reticent silence tells you everything you need to know. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the day,” you murmur quietly, though loud enough to make the words thunder in his heart. You turn your heel to walk away from him, your arms securely hugging your textbook to your chest, as if you were subconsciously shielding yourself from him. He hates that so much.

Jungkook stands frozen, unable to chase after you like he wants to. His heart is screaming at his brain make his motor system send his body after you..Instead, your figure disappears into the crowd of students flooding the hallways and he’s left there with regret plaguing his system.

How did this even happen?

Jungkook vividly remembers that dreadful text message you sent whilst he was on the bus, heading back from fall training camp.

y/n ♡: hi baby, im so so sorry. i dont think i can make it to our date tonight. this senior in my class asked me if i wanted to join a study group with him and i want to go so i do good on my final :( sorry baby.

Jungkook's lips immediately curl down at the message. Despite quite literally sharing an apartment together, he hadn't physically seen you or touched you in three weeks. With travelling out of town for a tournament for a week, and his two week long training camp immediately proceeding the tourney, he hadn't gotten the chance to come home and see you. Your absence had a deep and profound effect- he had to drown himself with intense physical training to distract himself from the fact that you weren't around.

Jungkook is a D-1 soccer player- one of the best in the nation- predicted to be one of the top picks in the first round of the Major League Soccer super draft. He takes his craft very seriously, centers most of his attention on his body and mind to refine his physical ability and ultimately become one of the best soccer players in the world. Since high school he often opted for a nasty gym session over a party, admiring Messi and Ronaldo over pretty girls, and even went to his club soccer tournaments over attending prom.

That was- until he met you.

The university you and Jungkook attended was widely renown for its impeccable soccer program- and computer science program. By God's grace was he assigned to you for a group assignment freshman year. Your face was slightly flushed when you kindly uttered "Hey, I know you're a huge athlete or something, so I don't mind carrying the project if you have to focus on sports." In reality, your intentions were selfish, solely concerned about your own grades and how this group project may cause them to fall, but Jungkook still thought it was the cutest thing ever.

He appreciated the consideration, but gently let you know that he was certainly able bodied and willing to complete the assignment. Had you not been so pretty, if the way you pushed your glasses up your face not been so adorable, he would have gladly taken the offer, not being quite privvy to anything academic related.

But you were arguably the cutest girl he's ever seen, so he was willing and eager to put in the effort.

Feelings blossomed, cavernous eyes gazed into each other and Jungkok kissed you for the first time. Seeing that you enthusiastically reciprocrating his energy, Jungkook took it as a sign that he scored the girl of his dreams. Group projects lead to late night calls and incredibly vulnerable talks in his car, then arcade dates to salacious movie nights. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend with a bouquet of the most delicately beautiful roses you've ever seen.

Jungkook thanked God everyday for your naturally compassionate nature, and for when you assuaged all his dreadful anxieties about not be an adequate and involved boyfriend. You understood that the nature of your relationship with him would not always be the most attentive- that he had no choice but to sort of neglect you when he had to travel over state and country borders for the sake of his athletic career.

You understood it and you whole heartedly offered your bona fide support.

You appeared at his games with cute red bows binding the curls in your hair, his oversized red jersey thrown perfectly over your precious abdomen. His perfect cheerleader, his number one motivator- and his teammates certainly appreciated you because he performed better when you were in the stands oggling at him with your starry eyes. He had to play better when his girl was in the crowd.

When you weren't able to be physically present at his games, you sent him the most adorable selfies of you streaming the game on your TV, laptop, or phone, going the extra mile to snag a selfie whilst Jungkook was in the frame of your device.

It really is common knowledge that Jungkook adores his girlfriend. In fact, anybody can tell by looking at the measly three photos on his verified Instagram account (courtesy of the NCAA). There was one photo of Jungkook and his teammates from a few years ago, all men have their hands on their cut and bruise heavy knees. They've got gold medals around their necks, ginger smiles on their faces after winning some summer league tournament.

The second photo was from last year when the men's soccer team at your university won the NCAA Division 1 Men's Soccer tournament, and rather than a photo with his teammates, there is one of him and you. Jungkook who was drenched in sweat from an intense yet rewarding game has his hands wrapped around your waist in the photo, leaning down and pressing a kiss on your cheek whilst you smile gleefully. His gold medal is adorned around your neck, resting on your chest rather than his. The caption reads "scored the winning goal for my number one girl", and the comments are permeated with "awwws" and "how cute!" Of course, you are slightly suspicious of the genuiniety of those comments since most of them are from girls who have a crush on him. How do you know that? You just do, consider it girlfriend intuition.

The most recent photo is simply a gorgeous photo of you at dinner. It was from his point of view- his prettiest view when you were sitting across from him enjoying your steak in a strapless black mini dress. In the photo your french manicured fingers are gripping your wine glass, the stain of your lipstick visible at the edge of the cup. The expanse of your neck is visible, making your aura all the more alluring. Your hair is in a sleek bun with the exception of the face framing pieces that dangle on the sides of your face.

You remember that day, Jungkook looked so dashing in his black button up and slacks, and when he presented you with another bouquet of red roses you melted since they were the same flowers he asked you to be his girlfriend with.

The caption is simply a black heart.

Jungkook shuts his phone off and throws it on his bed, hands rubbing his face as he groans into his palms. After you told him not to speak to you for the rest of the day, he meandered back to your shared apartment, earnestly anticipating your return home. The intoxicating scent of your vanilla body spray fills the room, making him all the more miserable.

He knows that he wasn't giving you the attention necessary in maintaining a healthy relationship, that he wasn't amply putting his share into it, but his mind was so trained on soccer that it hadn't occurred to him to check on up on you. He winces at a certain memory where he was so entranced in practicing penalty kicks that he completely forgot about your date at the pumpkin patch. He went home wondering where you were, and his heart dropped when you marched into the home, slamming the door and refusing to speak to him. After profusely apologizing and making it up to you, you later forgave him and everything returned to its usual nature.

But this time was different, because it is 2AM, and you're still not home, causing Jungkook to fall deeper into his despondency.

He spammed you with so many pleading text messages, his eyes scanning over each and everyone as his thumb scrolls further and further to the history of your shared messages.

[2:52 AM] jungkook: y/n baby im so anxious right now. please let me know where you are. i wont go to bed unless i know that you're safe. you don't need to come home or talk to me, just send me your location so that i know you're okay. im so sorry and i love you so much.

As his thumb scrolls up, his texts from earlier in the night appear.

[11:38 PM] jungkook: baby where are you? im starting to get worried about you. please come home.

[9:12 PM] jungkook: my love, the food is getting cold. if you come home we can still enjoy a meal together.

[8:24 PM] jungkook: baby, i know you're upset at me. please let me make it up to you. i cooked your favorite meal, and we can eat together once you get home. i'm here waiting for you.

A soft exhale leaves his lips, his thumb scrolling all the way back to the same stupid argument that triggered all of this.

When Jungkook first received the first message, it inevitably upset him. A grimace on his face and the furrow on his eyebrows indicated as much. He missed you so much and was looking forward to seeing you so fucking badly. He longed to feel your body against his, the thought of you keeping him up all of last night. He missed your pretty face, the vanilla scent of your soft hair, and the way you made him feel so complete. So, of course he's upset. The first thing that caught him off guard was that you were cancelling on him after three weeks apart. The second thing that caused a deeper furrow in his brows was irksome personal pronoun: him.

Were you really going to ditch him to hang out with some guy? He was trying to be understanding considering the rigor of the university's computer science program- and wanted you to do everything you could to maintain your perfect grade point average. Nonetheless, he was already pouting at the announcement of your absence.

jungkook: him?? who's this senior?? and are u sure u guys cant reschedule?? miss my girl too much

y/n♡: i miss u too, im so sorry,, it's just that this code is really fucking hard and jaebum offered to help so obvi i accepted lol

Jungkook's concern morphs into unamusement, because he is very familiar with this motherfucker. He sighs deeply, reminiscing when his teammate Hoseok approached him and informed him about a certain Jaebum making inappropriate comments about his girlfriend. Not inappropriate as in sexual, grotesque, or expletive. Had that been the case Jungkook would have beaten the shit out of the guy and risked playing the next season. The type of inappropriate Hoseok intended to express was that Jaebum was going around calling you cute- you, a girl who clearly was not single. Jungkook never explicitly told you about this, not really concerned that it would have a significant impact on your very healthy relationship, but it still displeased him.

He wasn't able to constrain his words, mentioning something when he witnessed Jaebum clearly flirting with you when he picked you up from class.

"Jungkook don't worry," you giggled. "He's just a senior in my class- he's really smart so he was giving me some homework advice."

Jungkook tensed at that. "Alright babe, just be careful."

After that, Jaebum really wasn't ever mentioned or considered. He fully trusted you so Jungkook wasn't worried, until at that very moment.

jungkook: babe

jungkook: i thought we already talked about this

jungkook: that guy literally likes you

y/n♡: ewwww lol dont put that idea in my head😭 gross

jungkook: y/n, im serious

jungkook: he really does, i can tell when someone wants u its my boyfriend intuition

y/n♡: okay baby, and if he does??? u dont trust me??

jungkook: ofc i do, but it makes me uncomfortable to know that he invited you to a “study group” , who knows what he’s planning???

jungkook: who else is gonna be there??

y/n♡: it’s just gonna be us, but i promise u u dont have anything to worry about. uk how this class has been kicking my ass.. and jaebum is the only one with an a

Jungkook uses his pointer finger and thumb to massage his temples. The thought of you and this guy studying together enkindles something vile in his system, but nonetheless he chooses to trust you since he knows how important school is to you. However this irksome feeling bubbles in his chest, and he feels like has just has to do something about it.

The next message he sends is his last attempt to assuage the undeniable burning in his chest.

jungkook: i know, can i at least come with? to make sure he doesnt do anything weird?

y/n♡: i don't think it's a good idea. i dont want things to be uncomfortable

Jungkook scowls at that. Weird? Why would him tagging along be anything of the sort? More importantly, why were you choosing to protect Jaebum’s feelings over his?

jungkook: lmao uncomfortable? are u two planning to fuck on the table or something , why would my presence make things “uncomfortable”?

Jungkook winces when his eyes train on that very ill intended text message. He knows damn well he crossed the line with that one, but your response didn’t indicate that you were upset, probably dismissing it as one of his stupid jokes.

y/n♡: jeon jungkook🙄🙄

y/n♡: i’ll see u tonight at home baby💗💗

Jungkook knows he should have left it at that, but three weeks without having you with him were so excruciating, and he longed for you so so much. He loves being an athlete; he loves playing soccer, but the intense drills and back to back games have been agonizingly tough on his body that all he wanted was to cuddle up against you in your cozy and comfy bed. Maybe have a little movie night and give you a little massage though it was his muscles that were sore and tense. But no, you had to study with some slimy guy. Consider him salty.

When the bus dropped the men’s soccer team off on campus, he bid his farewells to his teammates, and for some strange reason his legs just start walking to the library. Huh, how strange. What an anomaly it was for his feet to randomly move by themselves!

He acts very nonchalant, hands shoved into his sweats whilst he wanders between the dozens of book shelves arrayed in the campus library. Nonetheless, his eyes are rapidly shifting toward every corner in the library, in hopes that he “accidentally” runs into you.

Jackpot.

You and Jaebum are sitting adjacent to each other at an occupied table, both of your eyes trained on your Macbook screen. Jungkook puts a hand on his chin, acutely scrutinizing the situation at hand. The distance of your chairs is quite satisfactory to Jungkook- not too close, but he would appreciate it if you were further away. Jaebum is very clearly giving you a lovestruck gaze, and when he scoots his chair closer to yours Jungkook narrows his eyes.

Jaebum is such a fucking weirdo, his hand creepily advancing towards yours that is resting by the keyboard, and you are so exceedingly focused on your screen that you fail to notice. You randomly remove your hand away from where it rests on the table, and scratch your head with it. Once you turn towards him, his close proximity startles you, and you jerk your chair back in the opposite reaction, the most mortified look on your face.

Jungkook isn’t the best at reading lips, but Jaebum is currently expressing something to you, the most awestruck look on his face and Jungkook scoffs at that, clearly understanding the situation. Without thinking he advances towards you, pulling your chair back with a tight grip whilst he looks daggers into the man. “Can you please stop hitting on my girlfriend?”

Your head whips around at the voice of your boyfriend, but it goes unnoticed by Jungkook whose attention is soley on the man.

Jaebum scoots his chair back a little bit, scratching his head. “Sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girlfriend-“

And before Jungkook can interject you speak up. “I’ve told you many times that I have a boyfriend- and quite frankly I’m appalled that you’re trying to make a pass toward me when we agreed that we would be studying,” you say firmly which induces a goofily proud smile to appear on Jungkook’s face.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just really like you and didn’t know how else to talk to you," Jaebum elaborates in attempts to elicit some sort of sympathy from you. His attempt is entirely futile, and you ask him to leave, already vexxed by his inappropriate shot at making a pass at you.

You begrudgingly saunter behind Jungkook, the two of you leaving the library. Jungkook, who is acting under the assumption that you are annoyed by Jaebum, reaches out for your hand, falling into confusion when you rip your hand away from his.

"Babe?-" his eyes round, uneasy at your dissonance.

You exhale deeply, eyes apprehensively glancing around at anybody who may be eavesdropping. "Why the fuck did you follow me?" you whisper shout at him, hands thrown down petulantly.

"I was worried about you," he clarifies, not even bothering to claim that it was a mere coincidence. "And I missed you so much," his tone glosses over softly. He steps forward to embrace you, and the air shifts once you put your hands on his chest and push him away from you.

"Jeon Jungkook, I clearly told you that I would see you at home," you stonely enunciate.

Irritability spreading throughout his system, he scowls. "It was killing me to think about you being alone with this guy when I was missing you so much, and I told you that he liked you but you didn't listen-"

"I admit I was wrong about that, but I am also perfectly capable of handling myself." You hesitate momentarily, gathering the words before spitting them out hastily. "I think you've made it pretty clear that you don't trust me- which is seriously fucked up."

"What's fucked up is that you were hanging out alone with a guy who clearly likes you! You haven't seen your boyfriend in three weeks and chose to spend your time with some guy rather than with me!" Jungkook fires back, attracting some concerned glances from bystanders.

His postulation enrages you. "Need I remind you why I haven't seen you in three weeks?" you sarcastically inquire, eyebrows creasing in awe at the audacity of this man.

"Babe, I have to leave for soccer, you know that, so don't weaponize it against me," he coldly says, and really, all his words do is spread the indignation through your veins like a wildfire.

"I have never weaponized soccer against you, so don't you dare put fucking words in my mouth," you hiss, giving him the dirtiest look he's ever seen from you.

"I have been nothing but supportive of you. Never said shit when you're out there with a bunch of cheerleaders who like you, and with your teammates that fucking cheat on their girlfriends with those cheerleaders! Yet the moment that I prioritize my academic career over you, you pull some weird shit as if you can't trust me!" you finish, your ice colds words leaving Jungkook frozen as a sculpture, as if nitrogen replaced his blood because he realizes you're right. If he ever spend a moment in your shoes, he would lose his goddamn fucking mind because of his naturally possessive and overprotective nature.

"I'm sorry, that's not what I was trying to say," Jungkook clumsily tries to salvage himself. "I appreciate you so much for always being there for me and when I go pro I'll make it up to you. You'll be my soccer wife, and we'll have a mansion with our kids- I'll buy you whatever you want," he conveys, his feeble attempt of sewing together the cuts of the situation.

Instead of a commiserating look, you give him a look that tells him you're even more irritated.

"That's not the point! You don't get that I don't want my identity to be just Jeon Jungkook's soccer wife. I want to be my own person, have my own successful career," you frustratedly communicate. "Why do you think I'm trying so hard in this stupid fucking coding class? Because I didn't want to see you? I always want to see you, but I have to make sacrifices too. The class average is 56 and Jaebum is the only one with an A, but my life isn't as important as yours so you don't want to be sympathetic of my feelings." You finish, cooling off once you've exploded at him.

Jungkook rips away eye contact with you, looking towards another direction, feeling slightly chagrined at your legitimate display of vexation. "I guess your studying didn't seem as important to me at the time," he abashedly murmurs.

“Just because I’m not some big shot D-1 athlete doesn’t mean that my life doesn’t matter," is how you retort, leaving the situation full circle.

Now, it's 3 AM, and you're still not home. Jungkook feels himself falling into a pit of dilapidation and guilt, feeling so remorseful of how shitty he's been. You truly are his super woman, because he's positively sure that he wouldn't be able to handle it if you did what he had to do on a regular basis. He couldn't even handle it when you were studying with another man, let alone travelling and leaving him at home by himself.

The apartment simply feels so empty, and it makes him feel all the more lonely. When he walks into your shared bathroom, his eyes glossing over your cosmetics and skin care products, he becomes absolutely miserable. Debilitatingly picking up your moisturerizer, he squeezes the bottle, product falling falling into his hand. He looks into the mirror and rubs the ointment into his skin, sighing exasperatingly because he wishes you were standing by his side.

The sound of the door suddenly creaks open, and Jungkook rushes into the living room thinking that you may have returned home. His face immediately falls when Jimin marches into his apartment.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Jungkook deadpans.

Removing his shoes at the front of the house, Jimin scoffs. "Why'd you leave your door unlocked at 3 AM?"

Jimin plops down at the dining table, picking at the food Jungkook meticulously prepared for you. "This shit is cold as hell," he mumbles before grabbing the plate and shoving it into the microwave. Jungkook doesn't say anything, just grinds his teeth whilst he lays down on the couch.

"Y/N's not home?" Jimin questions with a mouth full of steak.

"No," Jungkook quietly mumbles, dejected and losing hope that you would return home that night.

"I ran into her a few hours ago," Jimin states casually, causing Jungkook to robotically spring up like a zombie and join Jimin at the dining table. "Where?" Jungkook asks like a crazy man, eyes wide, his veins protruding through the whites in his eyes. Jimin gives his friend a distasteful look before protectively covering the food Jungkook made. Jimin analyzes the situation carefully before it dawns on him that you aren't around.

"She's still not home yet?" Jimin asks, concern spreading throughout his face.

"No," Jungkook squeaks out, discouraged by everything before he bangs his head on the dining room table.

"I ran into her at the mall," Jimin says, attempting to provide some comfort to his younger friend. "We looked around a little bit, but I had to go pick my brother up and then I dropped her off at the gym."

Jungkook pauses, owlishly blanking into space whilst he takes a few moments to fully comprehend what just zoomed past his ears. The sleep deprivation and exhaustion is seriously hindering his cognitive function, but he just can't sleep until he knows that you're safe. "Huh?"

Jimin sighs, rolling his eyes before repeating what he just said. He raises his palm to smack the back of Jungkook's neck, which elicits a gruesome glare from the younger one.

"I ran into your girlfriend at the mall. We looked at the dinosaur exhibit. I dropped her off at the gym," Jimin firmly enunciates.

Apparently this computes more briskly than the first time. "The gym?" Jungkook asks, an amusing look of confusion hazed on his face.

"Yes," Jimin replies, frowning at Jungkook's sluggish responses.

"She went by herself?"

"I don't know," Jimin responds, a hinge of more empathy in his voice. "She said something about a personal trainer but I have no clue what she was doing."

An exasperating sigh leaves Jungkook's lips, too much information for his fatigued brain to compute. He didn't even know you had damn personal trainer- you don't even need a fucking personal trainer when your boyfriend is one of quite literally a D-1 athlete. It's not something he wants to even think about, the prospect of him being a shitty boyfriend plaguing his mind even more.

Jimin's eyebrows furrow in concern for his younger friend, and his hand gingerly pats his friend's rock hard back. "Do you want me to stay the night? Or stay at least until she gets back?" he suggests whilst the younger one buries his handsome face into his large palms.

"Please," Jungkook mutters.

Your unexpected entrance proves that Jimin's request was unecessary, because you casually waltz back into the apartment, making Jungkook practically whip his head towards the sound of the opening door.

"Jimin?" you jabber, a little startled at his unanticipated presence.

"Oh hey Y/N!" Jimin greets you more awkwardly than he ever has before, as if he interrupted something though he was there first. "How was the gym?" he releases a sheepish chuckle, and you internally cringe at his overt display of politeness.

"Oh, um. It was good. Are you planning on spending the night?" you ask, slipping your shoes off as you join the two at the dining table.

"Pshhh, no. Absolutely not! I gotta head home.." his eyes erroneously shift all over the room, poorly concealing how clearly he wants to leave. "Right about.." his head whips down at the non existent watch on his wrist. "Now!" He scoots the chair out and -for some reason- he tiptoes out of the house, bidding you and your boyfriend a farewell as he gently closes the comically creaking door.

You look towards your beloved, Jungkook looking dejectedly at his twiddling hands, avoiding eye contact with you. A soft exhale leaves your lips and you plant your palms on the table, getting up before you approach him. Even when he's sitting down at your wooden dining room chairs, he's only a little bit smaller than you- training and the gym have done him well. This profound emotion of tenderness rushes into your heart, and you bend down, placing a tentative and delicate kiss on his fragile cheeks.

"Wanna come with me to the bedroom?" you ask, gentleness lacing your voice at to hopefully assuage the vulnerability of the situation. It is undeniably true that you were upset- even livid at him, but after mulling it over you realized that he is your one and only. If anybody was deserving of your empathy, it was him.

You stride to the bedroom, settling down on the side of your bed with your big hunk of a boyfriend mimicing your actions like a little puppy.

"I made us bracelets," you blurt out hands digging into your pockets, before you pull out two identical bracelets dangling from your fingertips. The bracelets were childlike at best; you used black plastic beads and yarn, the same type of shit toddlers use in pre school when they learn how to do basic things like cut in zig zag lines. The bracelets are mostly made up of black beads, with a pink heart bead in the center of them.

Your fingers wrap around your boyfriend's larger hands, and you gingerly slide his bracelet on his dainty wrists. You suppose you overestimated the circumference of his wrist, because it hangs off his wrist like a necklace.

Jungkook still hasn't said anything, but finally looks up, and your eyes meet his glossy ones.

When you realize that he's crying, you hand cups his cheek, and you use your thumb to wipe the tears that cascade down his handsome face. "No no no," You're panicked at his sullen state. "Don't cry," you express desperately. "Please don't cry, I'm sorry."

Jungkook gazes at you so intimately and intensely, and he feels as if all his resolve breaks now that you are finally in front of him.

"I-I just didn't want to lose you," Anguish laces his voice, and he sounds so desperate that it makes it feel like your heart is being ripped into pieces. "Thought I was gonna lose you," he whispers, and you're compelled to just hug him- so you turn to him and wrap your arms around his neck, and his automatically snake around your waist, so naturally- like this action was done so out of muscle memory.

He holds you tightly, like he never wants to let go of you, of this. He holds you like he's found his sweet solace in your embrace. His neck finds comfort in the crook of your neck whilst he pours his emotions out into your honeydew skin.

"I can't believe you still love me."

"I can't believe you made me a fucking bracelet even after everything. You're so sweet, so perfect."

"I don't deserve you- you mean everything to me. I swear I'll make everything up to you, just give me one more chance."

You pull back at his words, a concerned haze painted on your face. You settle on your knees to meet him at equal eye contact. "Did you think I was gonna dump you?"

Jungkook tears away his eyes from yours. "I don't know. I thought you were getting sick of me- I guess," and the

You sigh, shifting your weight backwards so that your ass rests on your heels. You gnaw on your bottom lip, finding the right words to say. "Jungkook," you begin, conjuring the courage to verbalize everything you've been itching to say. "I... I have never loved anybody as much as I love you." You inhale, nostrils flaring slightly before you continue your somewhat clumsy attempt to bandage everything.

You speak very steadily so that he can fully digest what you are about to say. "And I don't love you because you're a soccer player, or because you're verified on Instagram, or because you're ESPN thinks you're going to be super successful. I love you because you're you."

Jungkook's undeniable heartbeat is pounding, so loud that he can hear it in his ears. Love. Your love is interpermeating his being, seizing control of him completely and fully. There are no words that can properly encapsulate how he feels. Just Love. Love times a million. "Y/N-"

"Just shut up and let me talk," you cut him off, preparing once again to regurgitate your feelings.

"I just love you so much, and because I love you, I would never do anything to jeopardize our relationship. You just have to trust me, even if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm an adult- I know what I'm doing."

Jungkook purses his lips perceptively, nodding ever so carefully at your simple yet overflowing explanation.

"It just hurts me that you felt like you couldn't trust me enough to be alone with him. I know I was wrong for not trusting you when you said he liked me, but even if he were to make a move on me, I would never reciprocate or encourage that behavior. I put so much trust in you, and I really want you to work towards putting that same trust in me. And.. I'm sorry for throwing a temper tantrum, I was just embarrassed I guess. "

Jungkook grabs your hand as if the moment is fleeting, his already soft expression softening impossibly more at the sincerity of your words. He holds your hand to his chest, and you can hear the rapid beating of his heart.

"I understand," he automatically expresses, which concerns you because his answer was almost too immediate. You're not sure if he's properly digesting what you are trying to communicate.

"I was just super frustrated- I missed you so much and thinking of you and that guy was killing me. I trust you, but what if he did something to you?" The disclosure of his authentic feelings relieves any doubts you had about the immediacy of his answer.

"Babe, I'm not an idiot," you reply. "I have a taser and it's not like we were in the woods in the middle of the night," you point out which elicits a soft chuckle from Jungkook.

"You're right baby, my girl's a genius," he leans in and presses a familiar and delicate kiss to your bottom lip, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. When he pulls away you're left with a lingering feeling of longing, and he beams at you.

"You just gotta be patient with me, but I swear I'll try to be less," Jungkook takes a moment to find the right word. "Overbearing."

You give Jungkook a pursed smile and nod your head. Before you can respond he presses another delicate kiss to your lips. Though the kiss is fleeting, it's as if your lips mold together perfectly because he knows you and your lips the best. "Thank you for being you," he presses his forehead against your, mumbling against your lips, the utmost sincerity in his voice. "I love you, so so much," he says, hot breath palpable against your lips. "Thank you so much for everything you do. Thank you for understanding, for loving me. You're just- just perfect, perfect for me. Made for me, and I love you so much." His emotions overwhelm him, and his eyes become glossy. "My love for you scares me. The thought of you leaving terrifies me so much, and if you did, I don’t think I would ever recover,” his words are delicate, fragile like he’s a butterfly that could fly away at any moment. It was up to you to keel him grounded.

You close your eyes, savoring the moment of him being so close. " 'm not going anywhere," you hum into his lips, and he sighs blissfully, snuggling more into your protective embrace.

That night, you fall asleep on his chest, his arms instinctively wrapped around you for the entirety of the night.

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aquagustd · 3 years

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heart taping - JJK

pairing: soccerplayer!jungkook x reader

summary: the problematic goalie of the soccer team just needed some TLC.

genre: fluff, smidge of angst

word count: 3.3K

warnings/tags: E2L, high school au, goalie!jungkook, student body member!reader, strong language, so much fluff

a/n: had the sudden urge to write soccer player!JK. Is 3K considered a drabble? idk. As always feedback is appreciated (: (italics denote flashbacks)

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‘Taking position, the pressure is on Jeon tonight. Both teams played marvellously, in a game of 3 to 3, this final penalty kick will determine who makes it to the finals…’

You dig your nails into the plastic of your seat, knuckles turning white and sweat collecting at your temples. From your angle, you have a perfect view of the focused expression Jungkook has pasted on his face, feet planted firmly on the ground, legs spread wide, hands braced for attack and eyes zeroed in on the striker, who is ready to take his shot.

As prepared as the striker of the opposing team may seem, Jungkook’s inclination surpasses his to a great extent.

With one last exhale, the striker surges forward, landing a touch of tog to ball. Soaring through the air, Jungkook makes one swift movement to the right, effectively obstructing what would have been the perfect contact of ball to net. Thrown backward from the force, the air getting knocked out of his lungs. Jungkook and his impeccable defense.

A few seconds of silence, like the world has stopped on its axis, everything is quiet. And when it finally sinks in.

‘And the crowd goes wild! They’ve done it! Bangtan High makes it to the finals. Jeon does it again!’

You jump from your seat, palms red from how hard you’re clapping. Your friends still seated, also clapping, but giving you a peculiar look at your atypical behaviour.

Too lost in the jubilation that seems to radiate from the roaring crowd, you chant along with your fist in the air, “Jeon Jungkook! Jeon Jungkook! Bangtan!”

Cheeks still aching from smiling, you settle down in your seat, watching Jungkook cross the field to shake the opposing teams hands and then proceed to snap photos with the squealing cheerleaders, which earns an eyeroll from you.

You feel a hand on your shoulder, “Y/N, we’re heading home. You’re on duty tonight, right?”

You nod, trying to hide the grin that begs to split your face, “yeah. I’ll see you guys Monday morning.”

“You’re not attending the meeting tomorrow at noon?”

You slap your palm on your forehead, “right right, see you guys tomorrow.”

Still seated, you wave your friends goodbye and watch the rest of the crowd slowly filter out of the arena and the soccer team and their coach, who sports a proud smile, make their way into the change rooms. Once there are only a few students who dot the considerably empty bleachers, you zip up your Bangtan High jacket and all but sprint out into the connecting building, doing your usual rounds of ensuring that everything is in order after the game.

As you half-heartedly scan the cafeteria, you think back to how you landed yourself in this…situation.

Taking your usual leisurely yet insipid stroll through the halls, you make your way to the last section of your rounds. The gym, it’s your last area of inspection so as to give time to the soccer players to shower and leave.

Satisfied with the condition of the showers, you halt in your step as you near the entrance of the locker rooms. Hearing a hissing sound, you peek around the corner to see someone tie their laces excruciatingly slow, their hands a bright red as well as the column of their spine. You’re sure it’s going to bruise.

It always stinks of sweat in the gyms, you scrunch up your nose.

“I can see you, you know.”

You quickly duck behind the door, hoping you can hide from view but it’s pointless because you know that they saw you. And you realize what it might look like, watching half naked boys after a soccer game when you’re supposed to be a virtuous member of the Student Body.

“I saw you…in the mirror.”

You reveal yourself from your hiding spot, lifting your eyes to find them staring back at you in the mirror.

Jeon Jungkook, goalkeeper of the soccer team. He’s in most of your classes, choosing to sit right at the back of each class and score average on every test. You remember your teachers saying that he has potential but chooses to be lazy instead.

You haven’t spoken to him before, partially because you had no reason to and also due to the fact that he and his group of friends address you and your fellow Student Body members as goofs, weirdos, prudes and what was it, ah yes, pain in the asses, for the sole reason that you choose to enforce the rules and regulations of the school. Which he and his gang completely disregard more often than not.

Your eyes stray to the large graze on his back, “you’re hurt.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

You grimace at his harsh tone but choose to ignore it, heading to the nurse’s office to fetch the first aid kit. When you return, he’s wearing a black hoodie.

“You’re hurt.”

He tosses an empty water bottle into the bin. At least he doesn’t litter.

“Is that the only thing you know how to say? You’re hurt,” he tries to mimic your voice and you open your mouth to tell him that you do NOT sound like that when he cuts you off.

“Oh, I don’t think it is,” he pretends to think by placing his now scarlet finger against his chin, “if I remember correctly, you sure know how to run your mouth.”

He lifts his chin and stares at you, earrings glinting in the bright fluorescent light.

You know what he’s talking about, the one time you had reported to the principle that you had found the one responsible for the vandalism on the school gates. He had denied it and when the principal had called for you to prove that you had seen him, it turned into an argument that even the principal could not control.

And the heated debate that you had in class about the importance of mathematics. The rest of the class thoroughly enjoyed that show.

Both events you choose not to revisit, it was a bad display of character.

You sigh, “look you have a bruise on your back, so just take off your shirt and-“

“Take off my shirt? Listen weirdo, I would love to entertain your virgin antics, but I have somewhere to be.”

You gawk at him, “what,” blinking at his retreating figure, “I don’t want to see you shirtless, you have a giant bruise on your back!”

He slings his bag over his shoulder, opening his mouth to probably insult you, then shuts his eyes in what you assume is pain.

Placing your hands on your hips, you cock an eyebrow and gesture to the bench.

He rolls his eyes and sits down, pulling his hoodie over his head.

You reach for the ointment in the kit, squeezing some in your hand then rubbing in onto his back.

He hisses, “are your hands clean?”

You stop your ministrations and stare at his reflection, seeing the corner of his lip quirk up.

You apply a little more pressure on his back, just a little…And he cries out.

“What was that for?!”

You don’t reply and twist the cap on the ointment, “let me see your hands.”

“Why?”

You shoot him a glare.

He huffs and spins around, presenting his hands to you, palm up.

You take them in your hands and turn them around, narrowing your eyes when you see the countless bruises on them. Some old.

“I’m gonna ask your coach to get some finger tape.”

“Don’t need it.”

You roll your eyes and drop his hands, handing him the ointment, “yes you do. And apply this before you sleep.”

“Why can’t you do it?”

“I think you’re pretty capable of doing it yourself.”

He stands and shrugs, “I was pretty capable of applying it on my back too but okay.”

You squint your eyes at him, and he shoots you a devious smirk, one that has you backtracking a bit.

He shoves his face into your personal space, dipping his head to your height, “just say you wanted to see me shirtless again.”

Shoving him away, you pat his shoulder, “take care of that back, buddy.”

You rush into the hallway and hear him call out, “you didn’t deny it! And thanks…Y/N!”

The next time you do your rounds, he’s sitting there, slowly unravelling the tape around his fingers and wrist.

Without lifting his head up, he speaks, “thanks…For this.”

You clear you throat, moving to stand in front of him, “it’s my duty. And, uhm…Sorry about the game.”

He lifts his head and looks you up and down, then pats the space next to him.

You take it tentatively, and he speaks again, his voice quiet.

“It’s alright, you win some, you lose some. And we still have a shot at the semi-finals.”

You nod, the stink of sweat making your eyes water.

“This place reeks.”

He chuckles, the sound echoing in the empty space, you laugh with him and then he stands up suddenly, you stand too, preparing to leave.

“Let’s go somewhere else, I know a place.”

Your eyes widen, “where?”

He heads for the door, “just follow me.”

So you do, and once he takes a right turn after walking down the hallway for a bit, you grab his arm.

“We aren’t supposed to go there, you know the school guard already started his shift.”

You glance at the clock above the notice board.

He just places a finger over your lips when you open your mouth to warn him again, the contact making your face heat up.

“Just relax and loosen up a bit, the guard won’t come this way anytime soon.”

He can see you aren’t budging and he sighs, “I just want to take my mind off the game for a bit.”

He pulls his hand away from your face and continues to walk down the hall, you decide to follow him. He glances over his shoulder and grins to himself when he sees you, still tagging along.

He pushes the double doors open, darkness greets you in the pool area. You haven’t seen it at night before and the ripples from the pool reflecting on the walls is kind of majestic. Your school prides itself on the size of its pools.

The soft blue lighting covers Jungkook’s frame as he sits at the edge of the pool, dipping his legs in.

You hesitate for a minute, then take off your shoes and do the same, sitting a safe distance away from him. When you settle next to him, he turns to you and shoots you a smile, that quickly turns into a frown.

“What?”

His eyes have little specks of white in them that start to look like stars the longer you stare.

“Are you gonna tell someone about this?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m here too, aren’t I? If I tell on you I’ll just be selling myself out.”

His frown is replaced by a huge smile that looks awfully bunny-like and you decide that you like it more than when his lips are curved downwards or pursed.

Your lips crack into a small smile too, staring at each other for a while. The soft blue shapes on his face hypnotizing.

You look down at his hands, “how’s the money makers doing?”

He looks down at them with big doe eyes, “they’re doing okay, thanks to you.”

He shoves his shoulder against yours and you can’t help the laugh that escapes your lips, “nah, you’re just stupid.”

Feet halting their splashing in the water, he gives you an indignant look, “I’m stupid?!”

“Yes! What kind of talented goalie doesn’t use finger tape?!”

He tilts his head, “so you think I’m talented?”

Your feel your heart to start to pick up the pace with the way he’s staring at you.

“I mean, everyone knows that right?! It’s no secr-“

A splash of water on your face stops your rambling.

You whip your head to stare at him, mouth agape.

“Oh you’re so on!”

He springs up and runs across the length of the pool, “you’ll have to catch me first!”

You try to grab a handful of water in your hand and run after him, his black hair swishing behind him as he jumps over a chair at the side of the pool. You move around it, he tries to dodge you, giggling like hyenas.

A beam of white light breaks you from your clowning.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” You sprint toward the small supply closet near the entrance, him following close behind.

Without thinking, you clamber in, holding the door open for him to enter.

You can hear the doors opening, you look up at Jungkook, suddenly aware of the close proximity, your fists against his chest, his hands limp at his sides, your labored breathing being the only sounds in the tiny space. A small beam of blue light shines across his face, his eyes half-lidded, his delicate scent filling your nostrils.

He whispers, “I never heard you say that before.”

“Shut up!”

He smirks at you and you gulp, dipping your head to take a peek through the tiny sliver between the closet doors, the guard is still walking around the pool, flashlight in hand.

You stand ramrod straight, trying not to look into Jungkook’s star-studded eyes.

You hear the entrance doors shut and you look through the closet doors again.

“I think he’s gone,” you whisper, breath still coming out in pants.

“Hmm.”

You tip your head up to find Jungkook looking down at you, you can’t tear your eyes away, heart rattling in your chest, legs becoming weak, hands clammy and mouth going dry. You feel his hands slowly rest on your waist and he’s leaning in, eyes fluttering closed.

Oh no no no.

You clear your throat and his eyes snap open, moving away from you then pushing the closet doors open. Stepping out, he grabs his bag and heads for the doors. You watch as he makes his way out.

You, still standing there, awestruck.

Over the next few weeks, you still see Jungkook after the games, choosing to hang out under the bleachers instead of in the pool area for fear of another close call. What happened that day by the pools was forgotten but you’re sort of sad that Jungkook chooses to walk or sit at least five feet away from you.

It became an unspoken agreement that you will meet after each game, sharing your dreams and aspirations and sometimes food.

You know you’ve developed a crush on him, but you’d be crazy if you think you actually had a chance of being with someone like Jungkook, who would much rather be smooching a cheerleader.

You also don’t want to ruin the friendship.

You’re sitting under the bleachers, you on his jacket, he insisted you don’t get your jeans wet on the grass.

“Y/N,” you stop midway from shoving a pretzel bite into your mouth.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think of me?”

You think for a bit, you have to choose your words carefully.

“Well, I think you’re a great friend and storyteller, let’s not forget the fact that you’re super athletic and-“

“No.”

You blink at him, “no?”

“What do you think of me…I mean…Have you ever thought of me as beyond being a friend?”

Silence.

“Wha-“

He stands up and dusts his hands, “nevermind, forget it, why would a girl like you ever want to be associated with a troublesome guy like me, right?”

You stand and pick his jacket up off the floor, recalling that your principal had called him that the day he got suspended for vandalism, your doing.

You run after him and grab his arm, “Jungkook, wait.”

He has that frown again and his eyebrows are pinched together.

“Where is this coming from?”

He scratches behind his ear, “I said forget it, Y/N,” his voice just above a whisper.

“No, I won’t. Not when you look like that.” You poke his cheek, and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I just…Would you ever consider me as a boyfriend?”

Your feel like your heart stops beating in your chest, “are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Jeon Jungkook?”

He kicks a stone, “yes, yes I am.”

Then finally lifts his head to stare at you.

“I-“

“You don’t have to answer now but-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He grins at you and starts fidgeting with the zipper on his jacket, “wow, okay I-“

“Am I dreaming? Pinch me.”

He reaches for your cheeks and grips them between his fingers.

“OW! Okay okay I’m not.” You giggle and he intertwines your fingers, leaning forward to place a kiss on your right cheek, then your left.

The butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy.

He pulls away and you furrow your brows.

“What?” He smirks like he knows why.

You shake your head but he leans down and cups your face in his hands, pressing your lips to his.

“Is that what you wanted?” He asks against your lips and you nod.

You walk home hand in hand, giddy smile unable to leave your face.

Pressing your feet softly against the grass, you walk towards Jungkook, whose back is facing the direction you’re coming from.

“BOO!”

“AH FUCK!”

You jump on his sitting figure and giggle, pulling his face to the side to place a sloppy kiss on his lips.

He groans, pulling you in his lap.

“So,” he speaks between kisses, “there’s,” *kiss*, “something,” *kiss*, “I’ve been,” *kiss*, meaning to ask you,” *kiss*.

You pull away, licking your lips, “okay?”

“You know, I don’t mind this sneaking around and stuff?”

“Mhm..” You start to kiss up his neck.

“But..hmpf..Y/N, that tickles, pay attention!” He grabs your shoulders and you lift your hands up, placatingly.

“Okay okay!”

“Why are we doing it though?”

You stare at him, knowing that the truth will hurt him. Someone at school who is on their second strike being with a member of the Student Body, isn’t something that your school would ignore.

You appreciate the subtle touches in class, how he tells his friends to shut up whenever they would start to call you and your members names, how you sneak away at any given chance but you have to admit that you’re also getting tired of pretending to hate him in the presence of your friends.

“Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

You cup his face with your hand, “no no baby, I just-“

“Want to have a clean track record for your scholarship opportunities.”

You sigh, hating the dejected look on his face.

“You know what?” You wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“What?” He asks a little hopeful and you brush his hair away from his eyes.

“I think that you have atoned for your sins.”

He laughs, “and?”

“To hell with everyone, my boyfriend is the fucking star of the soccer team, he saves their ass every game! And he is kind and sweet, he surprises me everyday with how good-natured he is, and I fall in love with him more each day.”

Your voice softens at the end and he searches your eyes.

“Y/N…”

“NO! I am also tired of the cheer team making heart eyes at him!”

He crashes his lips against yours, laughing into the kiss, “I love you too…”

Your eyes widen and you realize what you said.

“Yes, I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

When you pull away, chests heaving, he runs his thumb across your lips with his eyes a little brighter.

“When we win the finals, I want you by my side.”

You smile, pulling him in for another kiss, “always.”

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