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“Fuck.” Taehyung whispered as the tattooed man entered him slowly, the sensation pleasurable enough to make him let out a curse.
The thing is, Taehyung doesn’t do this– the cursing thing nor the one night stand thing. He is the ‘straight A, relationship loving, introverted, goody two shoes’ type. Except when he is on the field.
On the soccer field he is a beast, a power house. But in bed? Pure kitten.
The man he picked up in the club, however, was a total beast in bed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh Gosh, you’re so big.” Taehyung marveled as his partner for the night slid further and further in.
The man’s raven haired locks fell over his face as he started thrusting into Taehyung–fast and hard. A sheen of sweat was already visible on his forehead as he continued to press his cock into the soccer player over and over.
“You’re taking me so well. Fuck, you’re so tight. Ahhhhh.”
Damn right he was–on both accounts. Taehyung never liked to do anything in half measures. Even if this was a one night stand, he was going to make sure it was the best freaking one night stand of this man’s life.
Although he’ll admit he was having reservations at the beginning of this all, especially when he first got a peek at the monstrosity of a cock that his first ever one night stand had. It had him gulping at the thought of taking it. But those reservations quelled when Taehyung realized that the man was a little too good at making him feel good and then it gave way to new ones because just how was he supposed to walk away from the best sex of his life? Especially when the feelings he was currently feeling were quite addictive and once didn't quite feel like enough?
Sex with his ex, Jihoon, never felt like this. He met Ji a month after he left to study abroad, he was Korean American, both studying in England. Jihoon felt like a reminder of home in a far away land. So, Taehyung had clung to him like a puppy, a pillar he desperately needed to help him keep standing. Except all Jihoon had done was take and take and take until Taehyung had nothing left to give. And that’s when Jihoon left him…cheated on him to be exact. Taehyung had wasted too much of his college years on someone who ended up not being worth it.
“The best way to get over someone is to get right under someone else.”
His best friend’s words echoed in his mind, no doubt plucked from some meme he’d seen online. What was he thinking, allowing Namjoon to convince him to go up to a complete stranger and ‘talk him up’? Especially when said stranger had a leather motorcycle jacket on and was dripping sex appeal like he had bathed in it that morning? Maybe it was the glasses of soju Taehyung drank that made him brave. Or maybe it was the fact that nobody really knew him because he’s a transfer, and this…this was just a one night stand.
“I never do this.” Taehyung whispered against his partner’s lips. “Like ever, I–”
The tattooed man silenced Taehyung with a swift kiss, tongue inserting itself easily into his willing mouth. He broke away from the kiss to chuckle. “I know, you’ve been telling me all night ever since you agreed to come back with me to my place.” The tattooed man kissed Taehyung’s nose. “Cute.”
Taehyung whined. “Don’t call me that while you’re thrusting inside me!”
“Well since we agreed not to exchange names, what am I supposed to call you, hm? Should I just call you my little MVP, because you’re taking me like a champ?” The tattooed man laughed, and in his fit of laughter his cock hit that sweet bundle of nerves that made Taehyung arch his back and moan.
“Mmm… right there, oh my god.”
“Yeah?” The tattooed man thrusted in again, angling just so hitting that same spot once more. Eliciting another moan from the soccer player.
“I can’t believe I’m… and you’re…ahhh... You’re so hot, hyung. Mmm….”
“Fuck.” The man closed his eyes, relishing the words. “Say it again.”
“Hyung. Ahhh, hyung, yes…yes…mmmpppfffhh.”
The raven haired man was kissing him once more, sloppy, desperate, clearly nearing his release. He reached in between them to grab the brunette’s cock that had been unattended all this time, and within minutes they were both coming. Taehyung onto his stomach, and his partner into the condom he had worn when they started. He continued to milk his release while still deep inside.
The man quickly pulled out, removed the condom and tied it.
“That was…woah.” Taehyung panted as he lay there on the tattooed man’s bed, naked and exhausted. The brunette turned to look at the raven haired man, who was grabbing another condom packet and stroking his impressive length.
The raven haired man smirked and shrugged. “I figured while we were at it, we could go for round 2, if you’re up for it. You might be a little sore afterwards but that’ll just ensure you wont forget our little tryst—remember this for days to come.”
Taehyung bit his lips, coyly. “I don’t think I could ever forget that. ” He pointed to the semi- hard cock with his chin, “or you. ” The brunette noticed what seemed to be a scar on the man’s leg, but before he could even open his mouth to ask about it, his partner for the night descended on him once more, causing him to moan in delight for hours thereafter.
For a one night stand the man really knew how to make Taehyung feel taken care of. He made sure Taehyung drank water to stay hydrated, they showered together getting dirty once more before they cleaned each other up. The tattooed man even asked for Taehyung’s help to change the sheets when they returned to the bed, all clean and dried from the shower.
“Happiness is clean sheets and a freshly made bed.” The man chuckled as he leaned down to place the new fitted sheet on one corner of the bed, and then the other. Taehyung mirrored the man’s efforts on the other side. When they both finished, they happened to straighten out at the same time, put their hands on their hips and sigh simultaneously.
The raven haired man looked up at Taehyung, his eyes widened in surprise. “Oh?” He exclaimed seemingly excited by their synchronicity.
Taehyung smiled at him and shrugged, as it was just a coincidence.
The raven haired man brought his tattooed arm up to clear the loose strands of hair that were covering his eyes and smiled back at Taehyung. A smile so blinding, it made Taehyung’s breath hitch. For the first time that night he felt a pang of sadness. This was why he never did one night stands. Or anything else that was remotely of fleeting enjoyment. He hated the impermanence of it all. Because with the morning sun came enlightenment. And the joys of the night would only lead to the compunctions of the morning.
And despite knowing this, once the bed was all made, he still looked at the man he had just slept with and asked, “now what?”
The man pulled the covers to the side and patted the brand new sheets. “Now? We sleep.”
Taehyung got in bed and laid next to his one night stand awkwardly. ‘Does one cuddle with a one night stand?’ He wondered. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wonder long, the tattooed man sleepily extended his arm out wrapping it around Taehyung’s waist, turning him slightly to spoon him.
“I hope you don’t mind, I’m a cuddler.” He murmured sleepily, as he inhaled Taehyung’s scent and closed his eyes. The brunette tucked safely in his arms closed his eyes a minute later and soon soft snores could be heard in the room.
Taehyung awoke the next morning to a clamor. He had expected to wake up in the same condition he had fallen asleep in. Instead, he found himself alone in bed. His night time companion was scrambling around the room in a panic.
“Good morning?” Taehyung asked, voice deep still groggy from sleep.
“Morning. Sorry. I forgot to set the alarm last night and now I’m late for my first day of my new job.” The raven haired man struggled to put on a sock as he spoke. “I made coffee, if you like, and there’s some juk I left on the counter or some toast if you want to keep it simple.”
Taehyung just stared at him, emotions clogging at his throat. This was it, wasn’t it? The dreaded goodbye.
The man hopped closer to the bed, “Last night was amazing, my little MVP.” He smiled warmly as he leaned in to kiss the brunette, mouth minty fresh, teeth newly brushed. “I gotta go. If you can throw these sheets in the laundry when you get up, that’ll be great. I’ll put fresh ones back on later. Oh and my lock’s a keypad so just press the lock button when you leave.” He kissed the soccer player again, this time more thoroughly…there was definitely an air of finality to this kiss. Punctuated by the fact that the tattooed man got up as soon as the kiss was finished, straightened his tie, put on a pair of glasses and walked out of the room.
“Goodbye.” Taehyung whispered too late, the front door having already slammed shut.
This had been simultaneously the hottest and most domestic one night stand he had ever had. Okay, it was the only one night stand he ever had, but still…he was sure that one night stands weren’t usually like this. The tattooed man was definitely the gentleman in the streets but a freak in the sheets type of guy.
And Taehyung sort of loved that.
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When Taehyung finally stepped onto campus later that day, he met up with his teammate and the only person he knew at uni, Namjoon. It was Namjoon who had taken him out last night to the club, Namjoon that had encouraged him to ‘let loose and live a little’ to forget about the idiot he met abroad. Choosing to refer to him as ‘baffoon’ instead of Jihoon. It was also Namjoon that had pushed him towards the hot guy in the leather jacket, and Namjoon that had given him the thumbs up when Taehyung had told him that he wasn’t coming back to the dorms that night.
They had been childhood friends that fell out of touch when Taehyung had gone to study abroad his freshmen year. He had left Seoul when both his parents had passed in a car accident. More like bolted out of the country without so much as a goodbye barely a week into his first semester into school. It was highly unlike Taehyung to make such spontaneous choices, but grief can make people do things that are out of character–liike traveling to foreign countries alone or having one night stands.
Truthfully, Taehyung wasn’t planning on coming back but between the nasty break up and the talent scout that came looking for him, the soccer star decided that perhaps it was time for another change.
He had found it difficult to navigate change after his parents passed. He hated anything that had to do with endings, permanent goodbyes, or closings. That’s why he had stayed with Ji for so long. Even though things had gotten rocky between them, the soccer player didn’t want to have to say goodbye to yet another person he had loved. It’s why he never actually said goodbye to Namjoon. Perhaps a part of him knew he would find his way back home someday, whatever ‘home’ meant these days anyway.
While abroad, he had focused on his favorite sport, honing his skills. Becoming, quite ironically given his one night stand’s choice of petnames, the most valuable player (MVP) of his team, quite early on in his college career. He was indomitable when it came to defending the goal– having Taehyung stand guard of the goal was akin to putting up a brick wall. Nothing made it past him into the net. It was that prowess for keeping a clean sheet during games that preceded him and the powers that be at SNU lured him back to South Korea with promises of a full ride scholarship if he took on the position of goalie for them.
They were revamping the team in order to ensure a winning season. No one was safe. Everyone had to re-earn their positions. Namjoon had been sweating bullets all summer about staying in his midfielder position. Even the head coach from last year had been fired and replaced last minute. They needed a flawless season and the university was willing to do anything they had to to achieve victory. Rumor had it it was because one of the major investors of the uni placed a rather large bet on SNU’s men’s soccer team for a winning season… but of course that was just hearsay. Rumor also had it that the old coach was being replaced by a hot young guy who had been a big soccer hotshot at some American college but his career had been cut short due to some injury or another. There were apparently more teeth to that rumor as Namjoon’s ‘bedfellow’, a.k.a his latest hook up, had already seen the coach during his morning Exercise Science.
“Apparently the guy ran in there like 15 minutes late, completely apologetic, saying some shit about his alarm not going off or something.” Namjoon relayed the rest of the story in a rush between bites of his gimbap and sips of his electrolyte enriched water.
Taehyung scoffed. “Well, I hope that’s not going to be his M.O, for practice. If they really want us to put forth a winning season, then everyone needs to have their heads in the game. Especially the new coach.”
Namjoon grunted in agreement, mouth too full to speak as they wrapped up their quick lunch before their next class.
“So how was last night?” Namjoon waggled his eyebrows at his friend.
Taehyung shrugged, as his cheeks turned beet red. “Well…”
“That bad?”
“More like that good.”
“Well damn.”
“Like ‘I lost my underwear and couldn’t find it in the morning’ good.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “So you're going commando now?” The midfielder grimaced at the thought.
“What?! No. I went to the dorms first, showered and got dressed.” Taehyung sighed.
Taehyung felt his friend lean over and sniff him. “What are you doing?”
“Seeing if you actually showered. You still kinda smell like sex and” The midfielder sniffed again, “fabric softener?”
“Tch. I do not,” Taehyung leaned down to sniff his own shirt, “Ahh, okay maybe I do a little. The fabric softener that was his scent. He smelled like clean laundry.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah and his cock was–”
Namjoon put his hand over the goalie’s mouth. “TMI.”
Taehyung laughed as he moved his friend’s hand. “Fine, fine. He made a good breakfast. He even made coffee.”
“You hate coffee.”
“Yeah but I bet, if I’d liked anyone’s coffee it would be his.”
“Ha. Simp.”
Taehyung shrugged. “Maybe. A bit. Ugh. I shoulda just tried his coffee.”
“You still wouldn’t have liked it.” The midfielder chuckled.
“Probably.” The goalie sighed. “Though if we’re being honest, I kinda wished I’d be able to see him again.”
Namjoon whistled. “Down bad.”
The goalie chuckled, playfully punching his friend in the arm. “Shut up.”
But now that Namjoon had mentioned him, Taehyung couldn’t stop thinking about him. He stretched. His one night stand wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to feel sore for days, reminding him of the tattooed man every time he felt that delicious ache. It was a shame they had to part ways. Even the way the man had made juk was amazing. Taehyung rubbed his eyes and sighed, exhausted from last night's ‘activities’ but still looking forward to his first ever practice with the new team.
A brand new start.
That’s how Taehyung entered his senior year with 1 friend, 1 one-night-stand, and 1 chance to start all over again. A blank canvas…a clean sheet.
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All day the campus had been abuzz with details of this new hot soccer coach/professor. Taehyung tuned most of it out. He needed to focus on his studies and on sharpening his skills for the first big game. There was no time to simp about tattoos and glasses, and thick thighs and who knows what else the horny population on campus was discussing about the new coach.
Besides, if he wanted to simp about those things, all he had to do was think about his one night stand. How he traced those tattoos with his tongue, even bit the one on the man’s shoulder during a particularly delicious thrust. Taehyung took a deep breath. Maybe it was best if he did not think of those things in public, thoughts like that were definitely dangerous.
The whole team rallied in the weight room, waiting for the new head coach. Assistant Coach Kim, though he preferred to be called Jin, was bringing in the new boxes of gear to distribute at the end of practice. All the players had been talking to each other loudly, asking about summer vacations, hook ups and sharing the latest sports gossip, while Namjoon and Taehyung stood off to the side in the back wearing their earpods, neither wanting to engage with the menial banter—Taehyung because he was sleepy, Namjoon because his stomach didn’t feel quite right after one too many gimbap rolls.
`The locker room quieted as a door creaked open and the new head coach walked in. Taehyung was rummaging through his bag for something to help Namjoon with his tummy issues so he missed getting a first glimpse of the coach. In fact, he was still rummaging in said bag when the coach began speaking.
“My name is Jeon Jungkook. But most of you can call me Coach Jeon. Some of you may see me around campus moonlighting as a temporary professor filling in for Professor Lim until she get’s back from maternity leave. Let me tell you a little bit about myself—
Namjoon noticed the coach first, He kicked Taehyung’s bag to get his attention, but Taehyung waved his foot away.
“—And I have big plans for the team this year. Assistant coach Jin and I will be—”
Namjoon huffed, annoyed because Taehyung still hadn’t realized practice had started. This time he kicked the goalie in his ass as he whispered. “Tae. Get up. Coach is here.”
“God, Namjoon what is your problem? That hurts!” Taehyung whined, a little louder than he realized because he had his ear pods on. He stood up, annoyed, to confront his friend. But when he noticed that all eyes were turned to him, he froze. The ear pods were quickly removed as he looked around the room to assess the damage.
“Is there a problem back there?” The coach’s voice carried to the back of the room and every player glared silently at Taehyung for the rude interruption. Assistant coach Jin leaned in, seemingly giving the new coach some information. “Kim Taehyung? Kim Namjoon?” The coach added their names into the question after seemingly getting confirmation from the assistant coach.
“No coach. Forgive me.” Taehyung immediately bowed, pushing Namjoon down with him by slapping the back of his head. The crowd in front of them cleared as they bowed. And Taehyung missed seeing the coach’s face for the second time.
“Fine. Five extra reps, Kim. Both Kims.” The coach amended.
Of course Taehyung only heard the coach say it. It wasn’t like he could see him because his line of sight to the coach had been once again obscured this time by Woo who was obnoxiously standing on his tippy toes in front of him.
Namjoon nodded. “Yes, coach.” He replied as he elbowed Taehyung on the side as he mouthed to his best friend, “What the fuck?”
“Sorry.” Taehyung mouthed back. This was definitely not how he imagined starting off the season with his new teammates and coach. He sighed and tried to pay attention to what the coach was saying.
The coach had his back to the players as he wrote on the white board. The letters SIPP.
“This year we are gonna start off focusing on our SIPP - Strength, Injury Prevention and Power training. A-L you’re gonna go out to the field assistant coach Jin and work on some injury prevention training exercises. M-Zs you’re gonna stay back in the weight room with me. And then we’ll swap.”
Listening to the coach speak was distracting; there was something about his voice that kept dragging Taehyung back to last night. To those clean sheets and the tattooed man that had worshipped his body as if it were a temple. And that voice that had whispered the filthiest sweet nothings in his hear over and over again as he came.
AHHHH. Crap. He really has to stop doing that. Taehyung needs to have his head in the game, not back in the stranger’s bed.
Still, as the coach finishes giving the players the directions for practice today there is something that keeps nagging at Taehyung, like he recognizes that voice. But from where?
It’s not until his teammates clear the space in front of him that Taehyung sees exactly why that voice had sounded so familiar. His eyes widened.
“What the fu—” The goalie cut himself off, favoring to rub his eyes instead because no, absolutely no. He must be hallucinating. Otherwise, what other explanation was there for the fact that his one night stand was now walking past him as he led half of Taehyung’s teammates towards the weight machines.
“Tae, why are you just standing there? Let’s go before we get yelled at again. The last thing we need is to have to do another set of extra reps.”
“Yeah…o-okay.” Taehyung took a second glance at the coach, whose back was now completely facing the goalie, trying to look for any detail that would give him confirmation one way or another. It couldn’t be him. Right?
“Joon.” Taehyung whispered as they were doing sit ups on the field.
“What, Tae?” Namjoon sounded annoyed.
“Nevermind. It’s nothing.”
Namjoon nodded, going back to concentrate on his exercises.
“It’s just that, Did coach look familiar to you?”
“Huh?” Namjoon craned his head to the side to look at the goalie. “No. Should he?”
Taehyung tried his best to come off nonchalant but was failing miserably. “I dunno, maybe like someone we met last night?”
The midfielder stopped. “Tae what are you talking about?”
“Forget it, it’s probably just me being ridiculous.”
“Oooo-kay.” Namjoon rolled his eyes as he continued with his exercises.
“It’s just—”
“Jeez, Tae, just spit it out!” Namjoon huffed, exasperated.
Taehyung opened, closed and opened his mouth again, not sure if he should utter his crazy idea out loud. “Well, it’s just… he sorta kinda maybe looked like the guy I slept with last night. But I didn’t get a good look so I couldn’t really tell.”
It was Namjoon’s turn to open his mouth, except that somehow the midfielder forgot to close it. “What!?”
“I dunno, maybe I was just seeing things.”
“Kim!” Coach Jin blew the whistle.
“Yes, Coach?” Both men answered simultaneously.
“Taehyung, coach Jeon wants you.”
Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Huh?”
Coach Jin groaned. “Inside, Kim. Pick up the pace, before he adds another 5 more reps to the end of your training sets today.” He snapped his fingers as if that would speed up the goalie’s pace.
“Oh. Right. Yes, Sir…okay.” He meandered back towards the weight room, nervously biting the tip of his thumb. It was a bad habit, he knew, but he couldn’t help it. Not in this moment when he felt like he was going into the lion’s den, and if he was right, this particular lion had already sunk his teeth into him.
After stretching out the walk back as long as he could, he entered the weight room and immediately spied coach Jeon from across the way. His head was down reading from a clipboard as the goalie approached. Taehyung took a deep breath ready to confirm his worst suspicions.
“Coach, you called for me?” Taehyung kept his eyes trained on the tattooed hand that was holding the clipboard as he pleaded with the powers that be, that those tattoos be completely different than the ones he suspected them to be.
“Kim?” The coach ticked something off on the paper as he spoke. “Coach Jin tells me you’re poised to be our team’s MV—” The man finally looked up at Taehyung, shocked as he sorta finished what he was going to say, “—Puh.”
Taehyung raised his eyebrow, because seriously did his one night stand/new coach apparently just call him an MVP? Especially after last night? And maybe this was his chance to gain the upper hand.
For a second, the older man’s eyes locked as if they were asking him ‘what are you doing here?’ but instead the man stayed quiet, clearly trying to figure out if his brain was playing tricks on him.
“You know, that’s the second time in the last 24 hours someone’s called me that.” The goalie whispered.
If his words affected the coach, coach Jeon didn’t show it on his face. He kept it impassive as he continued. “Right. Well, your reputation precedes you. I hope your unblemished record continues now that you are playing with me...that is to say for me, for the, you know, new team.” The coach’s cheeks turned pink as he tried to fix his mistake.
Taehyung pressed his lips together knowingly. “Oh, yes coach.” He leaned in to whisper again, so low the coach could barely hear it. “Don’t worry. I enjoy myself a clean sheet just as much as you do.”
The coach’s eyes went wide, more color flooding his cheeks, scratching his head just behind his ear. “Right. Okay well good. You can uh, go ahead and get started conditioning on one of the leg machines if you’re already warmed up.”
Taehyung wanted to make a comment about how he had been thoroughly warmed up and conditioned last night, but held it back. Perhaps that was a step too far. He nodded at the coach, both of them staring at each other. Their eyes said more than they could themselves at the moment. A silent promise to discuss this further at some point though neither ever said a word.
Walking away from where the coach stood, Taehyung exhaled deeply. In his day to day life, Taehyung had always been very confident with his skills on the field, with his aptitude for subjects, even with his ability to manage the money his parents had left him when they passed. He had learned to be independent very quickly. He was confident, even bordering on cocky when it came to his favorite game, but when it came to his day to day life he was more introverted and reserved. And when it came to the bedroom or to relationships…forget about it, all that confidence went out the window.
The goalie wasn’t even sure where all that bravado came from just now. Perhaps in his panicked state he just word-vomited. Or maybe being in the weight room made him forget his normally timid composure. Or most likely it was just Jungkook (now that he finally knew his name) that did this to him. That made him so wanton and shameless.
But now as he headed to the first leg machine he saw, that confidence had dropped and left him reeling. Did he really just tease his coach? About their one night stand and his affinity for clean sheets?? He rubbed his face with his palm.
HIS COACH. Jungkook, his one night stand, the one who had him limping and moaning and begging for his cock last night is his coach. This was…something straight out of a K-drama. It had to be, this couldn’t be real life.
Taehyung was so distracted he bumped into the leg press machine. He looked around quickly to make sure no one had noticed and sat on the machine trying to play it off like nothing happened. He laid back on the seat bench, lifted his legs and then pressed them against the platform that had the weights attached to it. The position certainly made him aware of just how sore he was but he hoped the exercise would take his mind off all the craziness. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect because as he started going through the motions, he let his mind wander. Back to last night, back to Jungkook, back to those sheets.
“Hey,” He heard the husky voice call out to him in his dazed stupor. “Your position is all wrong, here let me help set your legs up the right way.”
Taehyung’s eyes fluttered open as he felt the rough hand caress his calf ever so gently. “Mmmm,” He let out a moan and then dread hit him. They were in the weight room, people could see them. “Wh-what are you doing?” He asked Jungkook, equal parts aroused and petrified.
“What does it look like, my little MVP,” Jungkook smirked as he leaned in and whispered, “I’m helping you stretch so you don’t injure yourself.”
Taehyung gasped as he felt Jungkook grab on to his other calf, kneading it carefully just as his other hand had done with the first.
“Should…should we be doing this here. I —”
Jungkook shushed him by leaning in and giving him a quick peck on the lips. “Should we? You tell me,” He placed one of Taehyung’s legs on his shoulder, and then the other one. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”
Taehyung could feel Jungkook rutting up against him, his half hard cock pressing against the goalie’s asscheeks. “Ahhhh…Jungkook we should probably…oh, god that feels so good.”
Jungkook smiled as he leaned forward to kiss Taehyung’s lips once more. When he pulled away he looked at the goalie, his mouth contorting into a frown. “Why are you smiling like that? I think you should stop, you might hurt yourself.”
Taehyung blinked a couple of times, confused. “Huh?” He rubbed his eyes trying to clear the fog, something was off.
“Taehyung?” Jungkook’s face faded out and came back into focus, but instead of him being directly on top of the goalie, his face was now angled perpendicular to Taehyung’s, as if he was standing on the side and not on top of him as he had imagined.
Taehyung quickly sat up. “Huh?” He asked again, now thoroughly confused with an edge of panic setting in.
“I said, you should stop doing the leg presses, you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Oh. Uh, no it’s okay. I can still do a couple of more reps.”
“Not with the amount of weight that you have tethered to the platform you can’t.” The coach protested.
When Taehyung looked he realized he had forgotten to change the weight allotment to his usual setting.
“Oh crap!” He slapped his forehead with his palm. “I’m such an idiot. I can’t believe I forgot to check the weights.”
“Hey, it’s okay. It happens but maybe you should lay off the leg work out for today. We don’t want them to be sore. Injury Prevention is key, yeah?”
Taehyung wanted to roll his eyes at the use of the word sore, but he held back and said nothing. “Okay.”
“Why not just head over to the free weight station and continue your conditioning there instead?”
“On it, coach.” Taehyung automatically responded.
The goalie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a few deep breaths. “Get it together Tae. You can’t afford to mess this season up. The K league will be watching.” He scolded himself as he walked towards the free weights. He picked up the 8kg weights and began his first set of reps. His eyes locked on his own reflection in the mirror as he began to count. “1…2…3.” But his eyes soon strayed back to him, and his thoughts began to wander back to that tattooed hand and all the ways it pleasured him last night.
The same arm that was now circling his waist and coming up to his own arms that had frozen mid count.
“Hyung…wha-what are you—”
Jungkook had somehow stepped up behind him without Taehyung even having noticed. The man’s front was flush against Taehyung’s back, cock pressed against Taehyung’s ass firmly. Jungkook’s arms were now underneath Taehyung’s, guiding his movements.
“Now, why would you go and call me that while we’re around so many people, Tae? You know what it does to me. Say it again.” Jungkook coaxed the goalie as he frotted against Taehyung’s ass, making him moan.
But Jungkook didn’t stop there, he began to leave a trail of featherlight kisses on his neck heading up towards his jaw. Making Taehyung lean back, craning his neck just so to gain access to Jungkook’s awaiting lips.
“Mmmm…” Jungkook chuckled as he moved away from Taehyung’s lips. “Tsk. Tsk. Pay attention to what you're doing.”
Just how was Taehyung meant to pay attention when Jungkook punctuated each of his words with a thrust, pushing that massive cock of his against the goalie’s very delectable derrière.
“Hyung…” Taehyung whined.
“Now, now if you’re a good boy, I promise this time I’ll let you come.” Jungkook’s hand snuck up to the goalie’s throat pushing Taehyung’s chin up as he grasped and squeezed just a little.
Taehyung bit his lip as his eyes caught them in the reflection. This was sinful. Jungkook looked so so hot. And Taehyung felt like a stick of butter melting from all that heat.
“Would you like that?”
Taehyung mewled, trying his best to make a coherent sound in agreement but failing miserably.
Jungkook chuckled, “I’ll take that as a yes… okay then inhale down, exhale up… count with me…”. Jungkook rasped in his ear. And with each number he counted, the man began to stroke Taehyung’s dick over his gym shorts. “That’s it, let's get it nice and har—.”
“Hard?” Taehyung finished the man’s words confused.
“Taehyung. I said, isn’t doing 20 reps pushing yourself a little too hard ?” The coach’s voice wasn’t exactly loud but it was very insistent.
The goalie’s eyes blinked open immediately. And when he opened his eyes, of course Jungkook was there. But not behind, pressing into him as he imagined, but rather next to him, gripping the arm that was about to curl the weight lightly.
“Huh?” Taehyung tried his best to figure out what had happened, Crap. Had he let his imagination get the best of him again? Did he just day dream that all?”
“Okay, that’s it.” The coach effortlessly grabbed one weight and then the other, “I’ll take those.”
“I’m, I’m sorry coach… I don’t normally do this.”
Jungkook scoffed, “Now why does it feel like I’ve heard that before?”
The goalie’s cheeks and ears immediately reddened, his own words from last night spring up to mind. He looked down as he pressed his lips into a pout.
The corners of coach Jeon’s mouth turned up slightly as if withholding a smile. “Look Tae. Why don’t you go to the mat and do a cool down stretch, practice will be done in 5 minutes anyway. We can talk after practice tomorrow in my office. After we’ve thought over what we need to say, yeah?”
Taehyung took a deep breath, sighing as he exhaled. “Yeah. Okay hyun—coach….coach.” The goalie quickly turned away and towards the mat he was supposed to do his final stretches on, already dreading that conversation tomorrow.
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Namjoon was no one’s best friend. Especially not Taehyung’s since he spent the better part of the last half hour laughing at Taehyung’s predicament. Thank god Taehyung waited to tell him the story until they got back to their dorm room.
“Joon, this is really not freaking funny. What am I supposed to do?”
Namjoon composed himself for a second, cleared his throat and broke out in a fit of laughter all over again.
The glare that Taehyung gave him was enough to get the midfielder to compose himself once more. “Sorry. Sorry.” He put his hands up defensively. “But, like…what are the odds? You never do that type of shit and the one time you do… you bang your coach.”
The hysterical laughter that came out of the midfielder’s mouth made Taehyung groan. He rubbed his temples feeling defeated. “Jooonnnnn. That’s not helping.” Though now he was definitely grateful he didn’t mention anything about Jungkook calling him an MVP, because he’s certainly never heard the end of it.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll be serious. It’s not my fault my best friend got drilled by our coach.”
“Joon…” Taehyung cautioned.
“Okay. Okay.” He sat upright, but his eyes still looked mischievous as he snuck in one last zinger, “Just… Did he assist you in reaching your goal? ” The midfielder began laughing all over again.
“That’s it!” The goalie threw his pillow at his best friend.
“Ow!” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder.
“Seriously? It’s a feather pillow, you big baby.” Taehyung deadpanned. “Now, can we get back to my existential crisis? What am I gonna do?”
Namjoon made a face as he got up from the bed he had been seated on, and crossed the dorm room to the mini fridge. Taehyung looked at him in confusion as the midfielder grabbed a ginger ale and cracked it open.
“Ugh. My stomach hasn’t been right since that gimbap.”
“Well, serves you right.” Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest.
“Pfft. It’s not my fault you’re in a pickle because you got some pickle.”
“Mm…more like in the eggplant family if you must know and actually it is your fault! ‘Mr. Go live a little.’ But that’s not the point—”
“First of all. Ew. I definitely did not need the visual. And second of all, what point? The point is moot, Tae. You were two consenting adults who were not aware of the ties that bound you until after the ‘encounter’ happened. Will it make for some awkward moments moving forward? Possibly. Will I tease you relentlessly for them? Definitely. But it really was ultimately for the best. I’m glad I pushed you to get out of your comfort zone. You would have wallowed and thrown yourself into soccer and studies—”
Taehyung grimaced as he thought about his best friend’s words. “It’s not like that would have been a bad thing,” he countered.
Namjoon raised his brow at his best friend. “It would definitely have been a bad thing, because you,” his pointer finger pushed against his friend’s chest, “never do anything half-assed. And knowing you, you wouldn’t have even looked at another guy the whole semester, if I hadn’t pushed you…so you’re welcome.”
“You want a thank you?” Taehyung scoffed. “Look at the mess I’m in! I’m freaking fantasizing about our coach’s cock while I’m doing leg presses. That’s so not me. I don’t do stuff like that.”
“Tae, it was only a one night stand, don’t get too hung up on it. If you both just move forward from this, pretend like nothing happened, it’ll be fine. It truly doesn’t have to be a thing unless you make it one.”
The goalie looked down at his feet embarrassed. He let out a big sigh, “You’re right.” What happened before they knew that they’d be coach and player was unfortunate, but they were both consenting adults. So long as it didn’t continue to happen there should be no problem.
“But?” The midfielder added knowing there was more going on in Taehyung’s head than he let on.
“But, what if I did want more?”
Namjoon’s face dropped. “You really are down bad.”
“Maybe it’s foolish. I know he was supposed to be a one night stand and all, but... falling asleep in his arms? I dunno, it felt right... too right. And then I got to thinking that maybe upgrading to more than just a one night stand would be possible. But when I woke up this morning and he was rushing out the door because he was late, I thought well maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.”
“And now? What are you thinking now?” He took another sip of his ginger ale, it wasn’t calming his stomach as much as he would have liked but at least he was a little less nauseous.
“Now? I guess I’m just wondering if this was fate’s way of giving us a second chance. Though I’m not even sure we could, given our current relationship as player x coach.”
“I guess you really won't know then until you ask him what his thoughts are.”
“I hate when you’re right.”
“Doesn’t happen often. Maybe only like on the 2nd Tuesday of the month.” Namjoon chuckled lightly.
Taehyung laid back on the bed, letting his head rest on the pillow while he listened to his best friend’s discourse on why ginger ale was the perfect cure for all stomach ailments and how his mom was going to bring them both some chicken noodle soup later. Normally, Taehyung would have teased him about being such a momma’s boy. But the thought occurred to him that he would give anything to be able to be a momma’s boy right now. To have his parents with him. To be with someone who loved him unconditionally.
Jihoon certainly wasn’t that love. Namjoon was the closest thing he had to unconditional love, even if it was the platonic kind, it was still something he treasured. His lovable oaf of a best friend had been right, he did need to come out of his comfort zone.
As for his coach… Well, he really thought there could have been something there. He felt a spark between them, more than just the incredible sex. But every time he thought of how to make this work, it hurt his head. This was a clusterfuck of a situation, indeed.
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That night Taehyung dreamt of a tattooed hand and deep chocolate eyes, whispers of the naughtiest things being spoken by the most angelic voice. When he woke up to an empty bed, he sighed. The goalie padded across the room and climbed into bed with his best friend.
Wordlessly, Namjoon made space next to him. Because despite what his friend probably thought about himself it was easy to make space for someone like Taehyung. And unlike what Jihoon had made the goalie believe, it was easy to love him too. He wrapped his arms around his best friend enveloping him in a hug.
“Am I really that unloveable?” The goalie asked, timidly.
“You shoulda let me take that plane to England when I offered. I woulda decked that asshole for you.”
The chuckle that emanated from the goal was light and airy. “And risk seeing the only family I have left in this world end up behind bars? No thanks.”
Something warm bloomed in the midfielder, a fierce need to protect his best friend clearly present. “Tae, you’re the complete opposite of unlovable. To know you is to love you. You just need the love to come from the right person…and Jihoon was not it.”
“And Jungkook?”
“Well, if he’s a smart man, he’ll know what’s good for him…”
“Joon.” Taehyung playfully whined.
“It’s hard to say, it was only one night but if a connection was really there then he’ll have to have a discussion with you to figure out how to move forward.
Taehyung pouted. “Pffft. That’s if he wants me.” He burrowed his head into his friend’s side. “What if, to him, it really was just a one night stand? What if there’s no way for us to move forward?” He lifted his head, his eyes wide as he stared at his friend, “What if…”
“Tae, stop. You will drive yourself crazy with what ifs. Where there is a will there is a way. Besides, you said it yourself, you don’t usually cuddle a one night stand to sleep, do you?”
“Ugh.” He burrowed his face back into the comfort of his friend’s arm. “I wouldn’t know what’s usual for a one night stand.” He shrugged, voice muffled into his friend’s arm.
Even though Namjoon couldn’t see it, he could sense the pout on his friend’s face. “Well, I can tell you from experience it’s not.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see how it goes at practice today.”
“Yeah. As long as you don’t moan while you’re using the machines like yesterday.”
“Oh, my god! Did I really moan out loud?” Taehyung shifted so that he was on his back and slapped his forehead with his palm.
“Meh. I doubt anyone noticed. And if they did, they were probably checking you out.”
“Shut up.” Taehyung chuckled, both just laying there in companionable silence after.
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Nervous and Taehyung were two words that were never synonymous. Not until today, not until Jungkook. He tried all day to not think of the coach, to think about their night, to think about what possibilities, if any, their conversation could hold. But the more he tried to avoid those thoughts the more they burst through his mind like a kaleidoscope of images.
When he got to practices, the nerves multiplied and the butterflies intensified. Jungkook had a black muscle tee on, the team hat, joggers and black rimmed glasses on, and Taehyung swore he must have looked like one of those cartoon characters whose jaw drops and tongue wags when they see something amazing. And those stupid pants did little to conceal what Taehyung knew quite well was underneath them. Would he never get to experience that joy again?
Life was fucking unfair.
By the time the laps were over and their quick scrimmage was done, Taehyung found his nerves reaching their pinnacle. This was it. The moment of truth. The goalie was going to discover where they stood. He had hoped that during practice Jungkook would have given him some sort of sign, anything that would give him a clue as to the direction of their conversation later. But Jungkook barely looked at him. Not that his practice uniform was anything to look at. He looked the same as every other player on the field. He should have brought something more…alluring for the meeting. Though truthfully, his heart already felt the heaviness of a rejection it hadn’t officially received.
“Kim” Jungkook called, three players looking up at him all with faces of either confusion or nervousness on them. “Kim Taehyung.” Jungkook clarified, pop by my office when you are done getting changed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook blinked, cleared his throat and then turned to head towards his office. Taehyung could have sworn that he saw the coach gulp at his reply but from his distance by the locker, he couldn’t be sure. Rather than prolong the inevitable, Taehyung quickly changed out of his cleats, swapped his practice tee for one of his comfy v-neck ones and headed toward the coach’s office.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in.”
Taehyung heard his coach say right before he twisted the door knob to open it.
“You wanted to see me, coach?”
The goalie decided he was just going to play it cool. If he acted like it was no big deal, then maybe it would sting less when he was spurned.
“Yeah.” The coach took a deep breath, “take a seat.” He gestured at the open chair across from his desk.
By the way Jungkook was starting off the conversation, it seemed to the goalie that this was probably going to be less of a dialogue and more of a monologue. Maybe the coach had already decided a course of action and this meeting was simply to inform the goalie of what it was. And Taehyung couldn’t bear to hear those words, so he took the lead instead.
Taehyung stood just in front of the door, not bothering to walk towards the chair. “Look, there’s really no need for all the formality and whatnot, I get it. We can just pretend like it never happened. Do what we have to do and be on our merry way. No harm, no foul.” The goalie bowed towards the coach. “So, if that was all, I’ll get going now.” He turned to leave the office not wanting to wait for a reply. But not before the coach grabbed his outstretched hand that was reaching for the doorknob.
“Wait.”
Taehyung’s breath hitched at the contact, and he let his hand meld into the touch. He could already feel the same fire coursing between them.
Jungkook slowly turned the goalie around. His glasses were off now, discarded somewhere on the desk behind him and his gaze was molten, “is that really what you want?” He whispered, his breath fanning across Taehyung’s face.
The goalie’s eyes grew wide, surprised with just how close the coach was. He wasn’t expecting it, though his traitorous body instantly reacted to the proximity. “I….Well…isn’t that what you wanted? Why you called me here to talk?”
“Ahh, but we didn’t even get a chance to talk, did we?” He replied, his voice raspy, as the hand that had been holding Taehyung’s now slowly interlaced their fingers. His other hand went down to Taehyung’s waist as he walked him backwards till he was pressed against the door.
“I th-thought you had made up your mind.” The goalie whispered, his breathing becoming slightly erratic.
“I have…I know what I want. But I’m asking you what you want, Tae.”
“Does it matter?” Taehyung’s reply was breathless.
“Yes.” Jungkook leaned in to nuzzle his nose against Taehyung’s. “It matters. Because if you don’t want this…me. And you don’t want to see what this could be. I will do as you said and pretend…” He moved slightly to the side, lips now pressing against the side of Taehyung’s face as he spoke “pretend that I don’t know what your skin feels like against mine, or how sweet your moans sound as I’m deep inside you.”
Taehyung whimpered longingly as he felt Jungkook’s lips caress his skin.
“Or how amazing it was to wake up with you in my arms. How sated I felt. How–”
“Happy?”
The coach nodded. “Very much so.”
“It wasn’t just a one night stand was it?” Taehyung asked, hopeful.
“It may have started out like that but it didn’t feel like one, not when morning came.”
Taehyung squeezed the coach’s hand, “But you left. That morning you rushed out, you never said–”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, regretful. “I wanted to tell you, ask you out properly but I didn’t put an alarm on, I overslept and was running late for my first day. I had left you my number on a post-it by the breakfast I had left out for you. Hoping you’d call or text me, I–”
“You could have said something.” Taehyung whined, exasperated. “I didn’t even see the post-it! How was I supposed to know…I just thought you wanted to keep what we did as just that, a one night stand.”
“Who cuddles a one night stand?” Jungkook replied. The hand that had been on Taehyung’s waist, began to knead that spot, slowly bringing the goalie closer and closing the space between their bodies.
“I dunno,” Taehyung shrugged, “I told you I’ve never done that—”
“You’ve never done that before,” Jungkook chuckled, finishing Taehyung’s thought. “I remember.”
“Who leaves a post-it…” Taehyung grumbled as the blush spread across his face.
“I know that I come off confident in the bedroom… and I am… but with relationships…I gotta be honest. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Taehyung let go of Jungkook’s hand to bring his hands up to the coach’s shoulders instead. “So, where does that leave us then?”
“Well, you never answered my question, is this,” He used his now free hand to point between them, “Us. Something you want?”
“I think…I would, I just don’t see how we’ll be able to.” He lamented. “You’re a professor here now, and I’m a student. You’re the coach and I’m a player on your team. I know we’re both adults, but they’ll talk… and we’ll be over before we even start. How can it work? And I can’t quit the team, I’m sorry… I–”
“Hey. shhh.” Jungkook gave him an easy smile. “It’s okay. Truly. You don’t have to quit just so we can try to make this work.”
“What? Then how?” Taehyung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. “No. You can’t quit. What if we don’t end up working out, you just started. What if a week into this, or a month later you decide this was a mistake. What if you’ll regret it?”
“First of all, you don’t strike me as the type of person anyone would regret. And second of all, not quit. Maybe just transfer. Temporarily. After all, it’s not like you will be a student here forever.”
Taehyung bit his bottom lip, still unsure. He liked that the coach had been thinking about ways to make it work. But still he had reservations. “Those are still big changes to make for what was supposed to be just a one night stand.”
Jungkook nodded, “They are, but that doesn't mean they aren’t worth making or that you’re not worth making them for.” He stood there staring at Taehyung’s eyes pensively. “What if…we sat on these feelings for a month? I’ll have coach Jin be in charge of your drills and instructions during practice–you’ll answer to him, mostly. And if at the end of the month, despite not really having contact with each other, if we still think this is something worth exploring, then I begin the process for my temporary transfer.”
“Transfer? Where would you go?”
“HYU, my friend Yoongi coaches there. I’m sure he could figure out something for me.”
“So we wait a month?”
“We wait a month.” He nodded and then leaned in to press a kiss on the goalie’s cheek, letting the goalie go shortly after and stepping back. “You should go, before I’m tempted to do more than just kiss you on the cheek. Right here on this desk.” The coach smirked as he walked back towards said desk.
Red streaked across the goalie’s face. Jungkook sure had a way of making the normally confident goalie weak in the knees. And no he definitely was not thinking about how hot it would be if Jungkook actually did take him on his desk.
“Okay.”
He left the coach’s office thinking about what they had agreed upon. It made sense, given their current situation, waiting could help them solidify if their feelings were just the left over high from an amazing night, or if it really was a connection that they shared. Something deeper than just a great fuck.
Taehyung sighed. A lot can happen in a month and he found himself wondering just where they would find themselves at the end of that time.
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The first week was the hardest. Taehyung found himself stealing glances at the coach left and right. It was difficult to concentrate during practices, and Taehyung definitely ate grass a few times because he was too distracted during laps or when he had to run to stop the ball from entering the net. He definitely walked away with grass burns on his thigh. But when practice was over and Taehyung went back to his locker, there was already a tube of antibiotic ointment and a bandage waiting for him inside of it. And he knew immediately who had put it there, which brought a smile to his face.
The second week was easier. He threw himself into practice with renewed vigor. Still glancing at the hot coach from time to time but able to concentrate more on practice than he had the week before. It helped that Jungkook had been true to his word and had left the goalie reporting to assistant coach Jin for most things involving practice. Jungkook’s presence was understated, quiet, but still felt. Taehyung even risked bringing him an iced americano one day when he saw coach was yawning. Perhaps he had a long night. Taehyung didn’t want to think of why. They were free to do as they pleased. Though the goalie imagined it had more to do with the long hours Jungkook had been putting in than anything else.
The third week brought with it some highs and lows. It was Taehyung’s first game as goalie, Jungkook’s as coach. A lot was riding on it. This game would set the tone for the rest of the season, most of the game saw a 0-0 score until the last few minutes of play. A striker got the ball within scoring distance. The opponent kicked the ball aiming for the far left corner of the goal and Taehyung launched himself to defend it, his outstretched fingers tips getting enough of a grip on the ball to stop its trajectory into the goal.
Taehyung hugged the ball into his stomach, quickly getting up once he felt it was secured, he threw it back out into the field for Namjoon to bounce it off his head and Choi, their best forward, to land a perfectly aimed kick right above the opposition’s goalie’s head.
GOAL.
The rush of adrenaline was coursing through all of them. The team was on a victory high as they all rushed the field to hug one another, each shouting their congratulations and victory chants. They even roped Jin and Jungkook into their team hug.
And if Jungkook somehow ended up next to Taehyung in the melee then it was quite coincidental for sure.
And if Taehyung still felt his skin ignite with the soft brushes of Jungkook’s fingertips against the small sliver of exposed skin at his waist then no one else needed to know.
The thrill of victory was electric. Taehyung felt just like he did when he would win games at his old university. His confidence was at its pinnacle as he received props and kudos from his teammates for keeping a clean sheet. The opposing team had been brutally intent on scoring but Taehyung had thwarted their every attempt. The team rushed back to their locker room, excited.
Who can say if it was the rush of the win, or the brief touch they shared but Taehyung found himself excited in another way. Hoping to celebrate in another way, he planned on heading to the coach’s office as soon as he reached the locker room. Perhaps he could even steal an illicit kiss if the coach was amenable…who knows maybe something more.
Though it had only been three weeks since they had made the agreement, Taehyung hadn’t stopped thinking about that night…and that man.
“Taehyung?” The goalie heard his name called by a familiar voice as he approached the entrance of the locker room.
His every muscle locked itself in place. He knew that voice. Knew it all too well. But it felt out of place here. Like it didn’t belong, not in this country, not in this university, not in his present. It was meant to have been left in the past.
“Jihoon?” The goalie whispered in shock. How could this by? Why was he here?
His ex wasted no time to run to him and hug him, taking Taehyung off guard for the second time in the last couple of minutes. The goalie’s hands stayed limp at his sides, but his eyes stayed fixed ahead, where Jungkook was holding the door open for the team, as the coach’s eyes were locked on his as well.
Jungkook was the first to break the stare with a nod of acknowledgement at the goalie. He walked into the locker room and closed the door behind him.
Taehyung’s heart stopped. The echoing of the door shutting closed in front of him made the goalie shudder. He didn’t care for the finality of it, the way it felt like the door had shut on them…what they could have had. He didn’t want that. He lifted his hands up to push away from Jihoon.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Jihoon chuckled, “I came to see my baby in action.” He leaned in to kiss Teahyung on the lips.
Which Taehyung promptly blocked with his hand, his palm getting the brunt of the impact.
“Whaddayadoin?” Jihoon asked, his speech muffled. He moved Taehyung’s hand to the side. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“What? Why would I be happy to have my cheating ex come visit me?”
“Tae baby, be reasonable. Let’s not focus on the past.” He grabbed the goalie’s waist to draw him closer. “Let’s keep our thoughts in the present. I’m here now, you’re here. There’s no reason why we can’t move past whatever happened.”
“Ji, you think it’s that simple?” He stepped back from the other’s hold. “That you’d come back here acting like nothing had happened and I’d what? Just run into your arms? Forgive you?” Taehyung scoffed.
Jihoon looked at Taehyung as if he’d grown a second head. “What’s gotten into you babe? This isn’t like you. You don’t talk like this.”
“But see…that’s where you’re mistaken. This was always me. I just lost so much of myself when I was with you. My parents’ deaths quieted my voice and I let you steam roll the rest out of me. Till I was just a shell of myself clinging to you like my life depended on it. I was foolish then.”
“Well, it seems like you’re being foolish now. I came to get you back Tae, don’t pass this opportunity up. I flew all the way here for you. Come back with me. Let’s start fresh from the beginning. I love you, baby.”
Taehyung gasped. In their two year relationship, the goalie could count on one hand how many times Jihoon had said those words to him.
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay baby.” He grabbed Taehyung’s hand, “I forgive you, we—”
Taehyung grabbed his hand back from Jihoon’s grasp. “No, you misunderstood. I’m sorry because I don’t love you. Not anymore, Jihoon. It took losing you to find myself and now that I have, I’m only interested in moving forward, not looking back. So, I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing. Goodbye, Ji.”
If he cared, Taehyung would have looked back, he would have paid attention to the shouts coming from behind him, but he didn’t. The only thing he cared about was getting back into that locker room to see the only person that had been on his mind.
The door to the locker room opened just as he was reaching for the handle.
“Jungkook.” Taehyung uttered, surprised and excited. “You came back.”
“We’re having a team meeting. I came back to get you.” He said, his eyes trained on a retreating figure behind Taehyung.
“Eyes here, coach. On me.” Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s chin, turning his head to look him in the eyes.
Jungkook’s breath hitched. “Tae…”
“My eyes are always on you. No one else . Just you .” He smiled at Jungkook coyly. “I’ll see you in a week.”
Jungkook’s cheeks reddened.
Taehyung smiled to himself. Maybe the door hadn’t closed after all.
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The fourth week found Taehyung a thirsty mess.
He was thirsty for victory.
There were two upcoming games that week and Taehyung wanted to be ready. Nothing short of total annihilation of the other teams would suffice. His teammates had already started calling him BW–brick wall, because Taehyung had proven he was that good. Of course, he was pretty sure Namjoon had been the one behind the nickname in the first place, but all his teammates had easily joined in. They had become quite fond of their newest addition to the time quite quickly.
He was thirsty for success.
Scouts were coming to check him out already, eager to see if he would be a good fit for the K-league once he graduated. This had always been his dream ever since his father had brought home his first soccer ball and they had rushed to the park together to play. And while he had always been a decent striker, his true talent lay in catching. He had an uncanny ability to block anything from getting through him and into the net. He rarely let a ball slip through.This week was his chance to show some important people just how much he deserved to be considered for a spot on the national team.
And if after all that he wasn’t parched enough, he was also thirsting for a certain someone with thick thighs, tattoos and a penchant for making him moan.
Taehyung had been worried that Jihoon’s ill-timed and unwanted visit had put a damper on their budding whatever it was that Jungkook and he had going on. But it didn’t. If anything, the intensity of the gazes shared between them only increased. Like they both knew what was coming by the end of the week…or rather who.
If only Taehyung could make it to Friday so he could finally quench his thirst.
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“Hey yo, BW! Wait up!” One of his teammates called out to him, as he was about to enter the showers after their first win of that week.
“Yeah?”
“Coach Jeon was looking for you.”
“Okay, cool. Can it wait though? I’m literally about to get in the showers.”
“Nah. It’s urgent. There’s a scout in his office talking to him.”
“They were at today’s game?” Taehyung asked, incredulous.
“Sweet! They saw that sick save you did in the first half!” Namjoon came up from behind their teammate to chime in.
The goalie scratched his head. “Wow. I—”
“What are you waiting for, go!” Namjoon stepped next to his friend as swatted his ass through the towel, pushing him forward.
“Jeez! Okay already. I’m going. I’m going.” Taehyung walked toward the coach’s office, his nerves overtaking him. He knew a scout was supposed to come, he just didn’t realize they would come for today’s game. He had sworn it was supposed to be for Friday’s match. He wasn’t prepared to talk to them and he was so engrossed, wondering what they must have thought about how he played today that he forgot he was only wearing a towel around his waist and his shower slippers.
He knocked on the door. “Coach Jeon, you called for me?”
“Taehyung, come in.” Jungkook said as the goalie opened the door. The coach’s mouth formed an ‘o’ as he took in Taehyung’s appearance.
“Hey coach!” Taehyung averted his eyes, choosing to settle them on the coach’s desk, only then remembering his scantily clad lack of attire. “The guys stopped me as I was gonna hop in the shower, said it was urgent.”
“Not that urgent.” Jungkook muttered. “A scout came to pre-scout you.”
Taehyung looked up from the desk to meet Jungkook’s eyes for the first time since he walked in. “Oh?”
Jungkook extended his hand out, pointing towards a figure Taehyung hadn’t even realized was there.
Taehyung’s eyes traveled to the other man in the room. His eyes widened, “Ohhh. Hello.” He bowed deeply.
The man chuckled, “So that’s the famous brick wall SNU lured from abroad, huh? Bet your old team was sad to see you go.” The man stood up with his hand outstretched, “name’s Seok.”
“Kim Taehyung.” The goalie took the man’s outstretched hand and still managed another bow as he did. “Forgive my attire. I didn’t know I was going to meet anyone today.” He apologized.
Seok put his hands up to stop the goalie from continuing. “It’s quite alright. I am technically not here on official business just yet. I was in the area early and thought it would be wise to check out the incomparable goalie I've been hearing so much about.”
Taehyung scratched the back of his head, nervous. This was a huge deal and he hoped his performance lived up to the hype. “I see. Well then I hope today’s game had everything you hoped you would see.”
“And then some,” The scout’s eyes enlarged as his smile widened. “I can see the brand ambassadorships and trading cards now. Jungkook-ssi, you’ve scored well with this one!” The man laughed heartily.
Jungkook joined in the chuckle, with a knowing smile though his eyes never left Taehyung’s, and the feeling that bloomed in Jungkook’s chest felt a lot like pride…mixed with something else.
The trio spoke at some length with Seok promising to come back for Friday’s game with his colleagues. The scout exited the office after a round of good byes and gave both Taehyung and Jungkook his number. After he left, Taehyung stood there, part of him wanting to leave, shower, get dressed, and clear his mind and the other half of him wanted nothing more than to drop that towel and saunter over to where Jungkook sat to sit on his lap.
Instead, he did nothing. The goalie stood there frozen as Jungkook sauntered over to him. His eyes dark and hooded with lust as they assessed every inch of bare skin available to his eyes.
Taehyung gulped, feeling the heat of Jungkook’s stare sear his body. “Was, was there anything else?” He walked backwards till his back hit the wall.
His breath hitched as Jungkook caged him in, ghosting the goalie’s lips as he whispered, “Friday.”
Jungkook reached behind him to open the door for the goalie, turning back to walk towards his desk again.
Friday was only two days away.
━━━━━「⚽️」━━━━━
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. Classes, coffee outings, lunches, breakfasts, study sessions, even practices all melded into each other. Friday, the goalie only had two things on his mind, winning and Jungkook.
By the time the game was over and Taehyung had spoken to the scouts, he was late to get into the locker room. Most of his teammates had dispersed and the locker room was relatively empty. Namjoon had stayed back to talk to the goalie.
“Heard the scouts all say promising things. Looks like this might be your big break, Tae! Are you excited?”
“My whole body is thrumming in excitement,” Taehyung replied stoically, not bothering to clarify what exactly it was that he was referring to.
“We should go out for drinks, celebrate. A couple of the guys were thinking of going to that hole in the wall dive bar near campus.”
The goalie nodded absentmindedly, too focused on the conversation he needed to have with Jungkook to actually listen to what the midfielder was saying.
“Whadda ya think?”
“Huh?” Taehyung looked at him, finally registering that Namjoon had been talking to him still. The goalie shoved his stuff into his duffle bag, “Sorry Joon, what was that?”
“I was asking if you wanted to go out and celebrate—”
“Oh yeah, uh, can I take a rain check? I really need to go talk to coach.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened. “Is today D-day?”
Taehyung nodded. “I might be more nervous about this than I am about getting an offer for the K-league. Is that stupid?”
The midfielder chuckled, “Not stupid at all. You like him.”
Taehyung smiled giddily. “I think I really do. The more time passed, I thought the initial infatuation would pass but it became more of a quiet ache, instead. And now I need to go tell him this and I’m freaking out, because what if he doesn’t feel the same?”
“Well in the time we’ve known him, I can safely say coach Jeon is far from stupid. And he’d have to be stupid to pass up the chance of being with you. So…”
“Even if he has to change jobs?”
“Tae, he’s a big boy. If that’s a choice he was willing to make in his life, it’s because he thinks you’re worth it. Don’t overthink it. I know seeing Jihoon last week brought back all the insecurities but Jungkook isn't like him. Okay?”
Taehyung sighed but nodded just the same. “Okay.”
He found himself in front of the coach’s office moments later, ready to knock on the door. The door that suddenly opened to reveal Jungkook in a motorcycle jacket heading out.
“Oh, uh is this a bad time? I can come back another time.” Taehyung looked at the man unsurely, maybe he had somewhere to be? Something pressing to take care of? The goalie’s mind swirled with questions.
Jungkook held out a motorcycle helmet to Taehyung as a form of answer. “You coming?” He asked.
Taehyung’s answering smile was blinding. “You bet I am.”
They walked out towards Jungkook’s bike hand in hand, with shy smiles adorning their faces. Tonight was Jungkook’s last game, tomorrow brought with it endless possibilities.
And they now had all the time in the world to start fresh— a clean sheet.
━━━━━「⚽️」Mini Epilogue 「⚽️」━━━━━
Taehyung would have been lying if he said he wasn’t expecting to have sex with Jungkook that first night when the newly minted couple had driven around Seoul on Jungkook’s Harley… because the goalie 1000% was expecting it.
Sex that good? Of course he would expect it. But Jungkook had other plans.
He wined him, dined and did everything but sixty-nine him… or anything remotely sexual that night for that matter. No. Instead, ever the gentleman, Jungkook had taken Taehyung out to eat at an amazing Korean Barbeque joint in Myeongdong. They laughed, shared stories, sipped soju…it was amazing. When the night was coming to a close, neither of them wanted their first official date to end, so Jungkook invited Taehyung back to his apartment…to watch Ironman .
Taehyung had thought it was some new sort of euphemism for having sex, turns out the coach really meant for them to watch Ironman . Of course they did make out a bit here and there, but nothing crazy. And when the hour became late, Jungkook invited Taehyung to spend the night– and they cuddled all night.
The former SNU coach hadn’t been kidding when he told Taehyung that he chose to explore what this could be with the goalie because he could see himself with Taehyung, not just in bed but as a partner in life. Jungkook courted him, officially asked him out, and they spent a handful of weekends together. Dates, and cuddle sleepovers, and make out sessions. Taehyung had been spoiled in every way by Jungkook.
After a month of blissed out romance, sweet dates, and countless hours of the best conversation Taehyung had ever had, he was ready to take the next step in their relationship.
The goalie strolled up to his boyfriend’s apartment with a gift in hand.
“Hey, babe.” His boyfriend answered the door with a huge smile on his face.
Taehyung answered with a huge smile of his own as he held out his gift for Jungkook to take.
“Oh, what’s this?”
“Just a little something I thought you might need.” Taehyung smiled, though the tips of his ears turned red because this gift definitely had an ulterior motive.
“New sheets?” Jungkook looked at his boyfriend confused.
“I thought that, well you know, you might need them if maybe…we–” Though he had been expecting Jungkook to break his chastity streak and pound him till next Tuesday, he could never quite bring himself to ask for it because despite how he was in the field, in the bedroom…especially this man’s bedroom, he was still quite shy.
Jungkook picked up on what Taehyung was trying to imply. His stance changed immediately, his eyes darkened with lust and his tone lowered as he spoke again, “You mean, in case we make mine dirty?”
Taehyung nodded, looking down at his feet, embarrassed that he was practically begging his boyfriend for sex.
Jungkook lifted the goalie’s chin with two fingers, raising it until their eyes met. “Is that what you want, my sweet MVP…hm? You want me to fuck you?”
Taehyung immediately covered his face with the palms of his hands and whined cutely. “Aishhhh, well when you put it that way–”
"Tell me what you want. Don't be shy, Tae...use your words."
"F-fuck me... hyung." Taehyung whispered timidly.
Jungkook chuckled but his eyes quickly darkened. "Fuck." He whispered to himself before he leaned in to speak in Taehyung's ear, his voice raspy, laced with ill-concealed need. “You know…as much as I love clean sheets, and I do love a good clean sheet, I wouldn’t mind making mine a little dirty right about now…with you.”
To Taehyung’s credit, he didn’t moan right there and then. No. He waited till his boyfriend was balls deep inside him, making him feel as freaking amazing as he had the first time they had ever had sex together.
Spoiler alert–their sheets did not stay clean for long. But as Taehyung lay sated in Jungkook’s arms, tracing circles on his boyfriend’s impressive chest, he thought of many things. Like, where did that pair of underwear go that he lost the first night he slept over? But mostly he thought about how lucky he was.
The scouts had all but promised him a spot in the k-league next year. Taehyung had the most amazing boyfriend, sweet and romantic, but a beast in bed--Jungkook was perfect. And they were perfect together. The thought occurred to him that maybe Jungkook had been right all those months ago.
Maybe happiness really could be found in clean sheets and a freshly made bed.