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The game is on; nc17, 4376w
warning: underage sex, unbetaed
Suga/Jungkook - Suga is a Basketball Coach, Jungkook is a player on the team AU
crossposted to ao3
Yoongi always liked the sound of the basket ball dribbled across the court. With the additional of deafening squeaks of shoes against the glossy surface of the floor, they sounded like his personal music playlist.
Basketball was his life. He used to play as one of the team members instead of just sitting on the side, but when he finally graduated from the high school team, he took amusement in coaching the boys instead. Hearing their vigorous shouts made him feel youthful and strangely energized despite not being in his teenage day anymore. It was as though being one of them, if only it was not for the authority he had.
They’re only kids, still green. He witnessed some of the boys started to get exhausted, but still running back and froth across the court with gritted teeth. That’s the spirit!
“Come on, guys. Three more rounds!” he shouted, fixing a black beanie snugly on his head with a wicked grin.
One of them stumbled after tripping on his own feet, and then there was a particularly hard shove from another guy, a taller one, sending him to the ground. Yoongi’s attention was quickly fixated on the guy, alarmed that he didn’t get up straight away.
Ah, he is the newest member of the group.
This situation reminded him of his rookie days, when he’d get belittled a lot because of his height. He contemplated if he should go easy on him because of it, but he saw fire in that little friend’s eyes when his friends mocked him. So he revoked the thought as quickly as it crossed his mind.
Too bad, a rookie wouldn’t be able to get through his training plan straight out on the first try.
“Yah, Jeon Jeongguk! Tired, already?” He feigned a stern, scolding tone. The kid avoided his eyes at first. Yoongi could see his outstretched legs trembled subtly when he tried to get up again. He failed miserably as his legs refused to cooperate.
Yoongi shook his head and pushed him back down again. “Just stay here, kid. I don’t want to carry you home.”
When the practice ended, Jeongguk was still there, sitting on the same spot under the pressuring looks from his mates. He stayed there even after everyone left, head lowered.
His condition was actually far better than most first year members who joined ever since the start of term, but he must be feeling pathetic because he was the only one this time. Yoongi sighed. He was never good at dealing with this kind of situation, so he didn’t utter any word when he sprayed the cooling spray onto Jeongguk’s outstretched legs. The student winced in surprise.
“I want to get into the main team, the first string, whatever you guys call it,” Jeongguk was the first to break the silence. Yoongi snorted, as a spontaneous reaction. He had heard it a lot before, but certainly not from a first year rookie who didn’t even get three shoots from five in.
You’re a nice coach, he mentally told himself, you shouldn’t crush someone’s dream so harshly. That’s why he only gave the boy a pat on his thigh before exhaling a ‘good luck’ and formed that supporting grin on his lips before he stood up to leave. He got a life to live too.
Surprisingly, Jeongguk followed him, all the way to his house, and showed himself just when Yoongi was about to go in. Another surprise was that Yoongi hadn’t noticed him being followed. This guy made a good stalker.
“I was being serious, I mean, I’m not as good as everyone, but maybe you can give me some intensive training beside the one you give the others, please, coach?”
Yoongi’s brows knitted as he processed the request. This never happened, and it never crossed his mind, too. He only worked part time in the school, being a busy university student himself, but then the kid was staring at him with those round, expectant eyes, and suddenly his mouth felt dry just when he was about to throw a blatant rejection he had formed in his head.
“Are you planning to wait here until I agree, like in those dramas?” he tried to ease the tension by joking around a bit. A small smirk playing on his lips as he watched the boy fidgeting on his place, looking like he was trying hard to not show his uneasiness. He was as plain as white paper, though.
“Not exactly, since it’s late already. But I can come again tomorrow morning.”
Yoongi left him alone in front of the house that evening, rudely not sparing him another glance before he shut the door. Problem solved, unless Jeongguk really was going to do what he just said, which Yoongi highly hoped won’t be happening.
It was not granted, however, because the stalker kid showed up again right in front of the house when he came out, casually chatting with his mother. His mom started to praise Jeongguk when he got to them, telling Yoongi that he had such adorable and talented pupil. Just how long had he stayed there?
“Aren’t you going to attend classes?” Yoongi asked when they were finally out from his mom’s supervision. He was heading towards his campus, but Jeongguk was still following him closely.
Almost like he’d given a candy to some kids, the student perked up noticeably and moved to fall in step with him. “I will, I will.” He simply replied, but it was already 10 minutes away from the class time. They almost got to the university too, and yet Jeongguk was still tailing him.
Yoongi had no choice. With the weight of his bag slung on a shoulder pinning the last bit of patience he had, he spun around on his heels. He faced the student with a stern, inquiring look, though he knew what he wanted already. It didn’t seem like Jeongguk would back up this time.
It was when he caught the sight of his friends standing on the entrance of the campus (no, not that freaking Hoseok, he can’t be seen around this vicinity with an underage, high school student!) that he finally sputtered out his agreement to whatever Jeongguk asked for the day before. He didn’t stay long for see the victory smile spread on Jeongguk lips as he shoved the poor boy away and left with a final warning of ‘don’t tell anyone’.
He knew he was so going to regret it.
And he ended up regretting it as soon as they started.
For doing this, he had to waste his precious Wednesday night to stay at the indoor court at the corner of the street instead of curling inside his blanket like he did normally. The cold air biting his bone didn’t help it, too. At least it was a bit entertaining to see the kicked puppy look on Jeongguk’s face whenever he failed to penetrate the defense Yoongi made to block him and also how he failed his shoots when Yoongi casually tapped the ball away.
Yes, he didn’t go easy even for a beginner like this one.
“Focus, Jeon Jeongguk! Are you blocking me or hugging me? Your drives are frail as fuck, too. How do you want to get into the first string like this? Just go back to middle school!”
Another thing that he liked from Jeon Jeongguk was that Yoongi could blurt out anything that came to his mind without an obligation to make it sound less intrusive. He had made someone from the school’s team cry one with this kind of treatment, but with Jeongguk, he spotted a determined look hardened on the young man’s eyes instead. That, he liked.
After three Wednesdays, Yoongi decided that Jeongguk learned faster than any of guys on his age would. He fixed his forms and techniques right after the coach mentiond it and Yoongi didn’t have anything to complain anymore on the fifth Wednesday. For the first time, Jeongguk smiled throughout the training plan Yoongi had personally made him do. It was a lot of fun to see someone playing basketball with such fun, Yoongi didn’t realize that he had been smiling, too, until Jeongguk mentioned it and he forced the kid to acknowledge that he did not just do it.
On the sixth Wednesday, Yoongi made Jeongguk do one-on-one match with him at the end of the practice. It was the first time for anyone from the team to be facing him in a match. He had to admit that Jeongguk had gotten better, good enough to make his breathing uneven by the end of the little game. He won, nonetheless, but that was not the point of the game.
“I’m going to get you into the second string, soon, I guess,” it was supposed to be his own musing, but he subconsciously said it out loud and it caught the student’s attention at once. He noticed that the match must be more exhausting on Jeongguk’s side, so he gave the male a reward he deserved; “Try to not be a bench warmer, mmmkay?” and a gentle pat on his damp hair.
Jeongguk feigned a pained groan as he knocked himself back, lying flat on the floor. His chest was still rising and falling fast from the exertion and sweat made the plain white shirt stuck onto his damp skin. The most distracting part of them all was that Jeongguk was smiling so blissfully, accomplishment and pride glowing on his visage. That stole Yoongi’s breath for a beat.
He muttered a silent fuck under his breath, eyes fixated intensely on the sight until Jeongguk returned his stare with a disoriented one. The distracting lips moved, calling for him, and Yoongi had to forcefully tear his gaze away, scolding himself mentally as though he was caught staring at an improper situation. He ignored Jeongguk’s call as he made some excuses about going shopping for dinner and left the kid dumbfounded when he went ahead. At least Jeongguk didn’t see how he had paint Yoongi’s cheek a shade darker, not that the coach would ever admit that.
He announced the update on the next practice with the team. There were some from the third strings who arrogantly tried to make it void, but a practice match between the new second strings and those guys was all they need to shut up and hung their heads low in shame. At least he proved them wrong when they said that Yoongi only did that because of bribery. It was not like Jeongguk had given him anything in return to those extra meetings.
And then it clicked in Yoongi’s head. Jeongguk had never given him anything at the first place and yet he was still doing this. What’s the point, even? Or rather, who’s the stupid one again?
Jeongguk turned out to be developing a same deliberation as the one going on in his head. He approached Yoongi after everyone left at the end of the practice that day, in the changing room. Jeongguk was the last one to shower while Yoongi didn’t trust him enough to get the key back to the key room.
“Coach, I just realized that I haven’t given you something in return for all the extra practices. What do you want? All you have to do is just ask!” Okay, that shouldn’t sound so suggestive, right? It was just Yoongi and the inappropriate thoughts that had been swirling inside his mind all weekend causing him to fixate his gaze too low on Jeongguk’s face and stared at the plump limps instead when he spoke.
God, how he wanted a taste of them.
He swallowed hard, only realizing that he got distracted the moment he saw a trail of water running down from the male’s wet hair, disappearing into the collar of his white dress shirt. Damn, get a grip of yourself!
It was too late for him to snap his gaze back to the younger’s because he could see it in Jeongguk’s eyes the moment he did. The kid knew.
“Coach,” that came out as a whisper, tentative and careful. “Do you want me?”
Yoongi muttered a string of curses as he pivoted on his feet and marched out from the room the next second. A student, an underage student just asked him that and god, he couldn’t even deny it, only escaping like a coward he was, again. “Coach!” he heard Jeongguk called out for him when he reached the front gate, but he didn’t have the gut to face him anymore.
He ran, again.
The very next time he heard Jeongguk shouting that title again; it came out as a deep, guttural moan, swallowed by the intrusive sound of water hitting their bodies. “Coach, please, just fuck me already,” so lewd, for a boy like him. Yoongi mused, but he couldn’t deny that it made his inside burning with the heat, scalding hot.
He gripped both of Jeongguk’s wrists against the cold tiled wall when the male tries to relieve himself, earning a beautiful keen of ‘coach!’ right into his ear. He bit harder on Jeongguk’s shoulder in return.
He relished in the way his student looked like at the moment where his dick was deep inside the tight, tight heat. Jeongguk looked so fucked, trembling with the vehemence of the pleasure he got until his legs almost giving in if only it was not for Yoongi’s hips fit snugly against his ass, taking him from behind.
This hadn’t been planned, but how could he refuse when the object of his fantasy was right there in front of him, offering himself, and kissing him right on the lips for the first time. How was he supposed to reject when Jeongguk was giving him that look, the look that snapped the last bit of patience he had stored inside his right mind, that drove him wilder and wilder with every clothes shed from their skin?
“Yoongi, call me Yoongi,” he panted into the back of Jeongguk’s ear, tugging the lobe in between his teeth just as the student started to shout his name urgently. He gave in to the younger’s pleas when it got too much for him, too.
He held the smaller body against his own when they finished, not leaving him like what he told himself to. Later on, while the room was quiet again with only the sound of cold water drizzling down on them, he kissed Jeongguk softly on the lips, mirroring the smile plastered on the latter’s face.
It felt so right and yet it felt wrong in any way possible.
Surprisingly, he never regretted this one.
He never did, even when Jeongguk asked for a second time, a third, and until they finally lost count of it.
He had gone way too soft for this particular member of the group he coached. That was his biggest down fall. He knew it yet he refused to take it seriously.
That was until he noticed that their Wednesdays were not filled with the sounds of leather balls against the court anymore, replaced with the sound of shushed moans and hard breathing as they had their hands inside each other’s pants.
The Wednesday had lost its purpose.
“Jeon Jeongguk? You can’t be thinking of getting him into the first string, right?” Namjoon, the current captain of the team, was clearly skeptical when he mentioned the name on their meeting. It was a new term of school and they had to rearrange the teams. “He hasn’t showed much improvement ever since he got into the second string. Maybe he reached his limit already?”
But Yoongi knew Jeon Jeongguk’s limit when he decided to give him private lessons at the first place. He had expected the male to go straight into the first string when he got into second year. It was the first time his expectation failed him.
He frowned, deep in thought, and Namjoon took that chance to add: “And he looks kind of distracted too, lately, unlike the few first weeks.”
That’s it.
Yoongi’s mind went blank the moment it hit him. He was the distraction. Why didn’t he notice it earlier?
He had forgotten how much he enjoyed Jeongguk’s smile the most when he played basketball with all his might. All he does was taking him for his own pleasure and indulgence. It seemed like he had also forgotten the shame age gaps in between them had brought to him the first time they got further into this affair.
Jeongguk did not accept it so nicely when Yoongi brought it up on their next meeting. One of the Wednesdays. He had that look on his face again - that look that got them into this relationship at the first place - when Yoongi refused his kiss, only that Yoongi didn’t give in this time.
He managed to force the ball into Jeongguk’s hand and restored his coach mode just in time to shout his commands. It felt like age since he did it in such empty court. Jeongguk’s forms are off, his screens are lacking a lot, his shoots failed, Yoongi noted with a tired sigh, they were almost back to the starting line again, but at least the kid figured out what they did wrong.
“I’m aware that I’ve been slacking off,” Jeongguk said at the end of the session. He was lying on his back again, on that very same place, and breathing heavily; more spent than he had ever been for the last few weeks. “I got distracted.”
Yoongi plopped down on the floor next to him, hovering above the younger man just to give him a fleeting kiss, swallowing the outpour of breath from the parted lips. “We fucked up.”
Jeongguk finally agreed.
It was their last kiss. As much as Yoongi craved to touch the soft skin under the flapping white skirt Jeongguk wore during practices, he held himself back, grasping onto the fact that at least Jeongguk was still there, having fun with another love of his life; basketball.
Now that they were not busy touching each other, Yoongi got more chances to observe Jeon Jeongguk; his habits of licking his lips while nervously listening to his senior’s reviews at the end of practice games, the smug smile etched on his lips every time he scored three, how he patted his group mates when they scored. He found all of the new things he just noticed endearing.
He was eager for more. Always more.
He also noted that the pair of red basketball shoes Jeongguk wore for the whole year had lost their shape; probably even after they got fixed a few times already. They all were aware how expensive basketball shoes cost for high schoolers. Jeongguk really reminded him of his younger days.
“Say, when is your birthday again?” Jeongguk seemed curious when he asked, but he answered nonetheless. He missed it once, on the previous year. Yoongi hated how little he knew about the male. “If you managed to get into the first string by that time this year, I’ll buy you a new pair of them,” said him, nudging the awful thing Jeongguk called shoes with his foot.
Jeongguk gave him an incredulous look, speechless. Yoongi couldn’t suppress the grin on his lips as he ruffled the student’s hair. “Now now, don’t cry just yet. It’s not like you’re guaranteed to get in already!” The flame was back in Jeongguk’s eyes when he promised Yoongi that he’d definitely exceed that expectation and that Yoongi should just sit by and watch.
He had found back the Jeongguk he liked.
It was such a pity that Yoongi had to be the one who break his promise.
Summer was around the corner and so did the damned report card he had feared throughout the semester. He couldn’t watch Jeongguk anymore. His mother scolded him for the falling grades and he was forced to leave the coaching activity for being ‘uselessly distracting’ in his last year of being a university student. It was not only Jeongguk, but the other kids have grown on him too. No matter how much he wanted to stay, he couldn’t help his grade and future with this.
There’s nothing much happening in between. Jeongguk seemed upset during the farewell party, but he didn’t say much, as he always did when it was not only the two of them. But he still stayed pretty much silent when it was only the two of them, when Yoongi expressed his regret that he couldn’t personally train Jeongguk anymore, that he still had a lot of faith in the kid.
Ah, there was this one thing he said, though; Jeongguk told him to not call him a kid anymore. Yoongi only laughed then, landing a smack on his back and told him that he ought to prove something to him first in order to get free from the nickname. Jeongguk accepted the challenge, for the second time.
He studied a lot as he was under tight supervision now. He only went back and forth from home to the campus, and then back home, and then the campus again. What a boring life. The only other place his mom would excuse him to go was Hoseok’s house - to study together, she said, like that would happen - and he took the advantage well.
He dragged the said friend for a preliminary match of a prefectural basketball tournament one day; shutting his whining up by bribing free lunch for a whole week (the loss was great, but thankfully Hoseok stayed as quiet as possible during the match). Their - his - team won, which almost looked like an easy win. Yoongi couldn’t be more proud than that, to think at this was the group he has coached, and also for Jeongguk. He was in the starting line already. First string.
Hoseok gave him time to talk to the group, and he dashed off before the poor guy finished his line. The now-overgrown kids are glowing by smugness, and stink as hell. He only greeted them hastily and took Jeongguk afterwards, pushing a rectangular box into the male’s hands once they were away from the group. “Congrats for graduating from the bench, and for the win!” he said, his tone more cheery than intended, but he couldn’t help it. He was proud, after all.
“You remember,” Jeongguk’s smile grew wider, noticing what the box held out to him was. “You still remember our promise, and me.”
“It’s not possible to forget the best shooter of the team, eh, and that was a nice buzz killer, by the way.”
It was crystal clear that Jeongguk didn’t really care. He didn’t care about the game and the promises and the deals anymore. He only wanted Yoongi, his Yoongi-hyung, and Yoongi alone. It was so palpable in his lips when he kissed Yoongi there, when anyone could come into the team’s changing room anytime soon, and god, Yoongi couldn’t care less about it, too, when all he could think of was how much he had been missing those lips, the fiery look in Jeongguk’s eyes, the fleeting warm breath brushing his cheek; basically just Jeongguk.
He also noticed that Jeongguk was now taller than him by a bit. It didn’t really bother him, though, because Jeongguk still looked so small in his arms even so, still looked so vulnerable and precious when he nuzzled into Yoongi’s neck, whispering ‘I’ve missed you so much’ and ‘please come back’ against his skin.
As much as he wanted to give Jeongguk whatever he wanted (heck, if the kid wanted him to ditch Hoseok and stay there for the rest of the day, he wouldn’t have the heart to refuse), they both know that the circumstance still hadn’t met its requirements. Yoongi pushed him away, complaining that he stank and sweaty, just as the others got into the room, eyes curious. Yoongi ignored them and left the room with a contended smile playing on his lips. Jeongguk understood it.
It wouldn’t hurt to wait a little more. Jeongguk had planned to boast to his former coach about the real win from the final and not the one from the preliminary that day. With that in mind, he caught up just when Yoongi met up with Hoseok and about to leave for real, shamelessly informing the elder about his plan. Yoongi scoffed, clearly underestimating him, but that didn’t let him down.
“Let’s meet in winter, then.”
(Epilogue;
“You sounded so confident already. What if you fail? Are you going to give me whatever I ask you to?”
“A wish, hyung? I never thought you’d want anything from me.”
“I want everything of you,” Yoongi pauses, “but that’s not what I am asking.”
Jeongguk cleared his throat, not going to let his voice betray him by showing his emotion raw into the phone. He missed Yoongi so much, especially when the male was saying this kind of thing to him.
But this was enough for the time being.
“If you lose then you’re going to live together with me. I’m gonna train you all day and night until you get into the regional team.” He didn’t even get accepted there himself, this hyung. “But you can’t slack around just because you want it. If you win, I’m going to give you an even bigger reward.”
“We’re already at semi-final, hyung, you gotta prepare the gift soon.” There are rustles of papers before Yoongi’s voice comes out again, telling him that he gotta hurry up because the badass witchy supervisor is here and I still have to prepare for my trial, so bye, see ya at final!
Oh, he’s going to watch him at the final, Jeongguk thought, a small smile playing on his lips as he tossed his phone back to his bag and joined his group for briefing. The clock ticked down, it was 3 minute until the semi-final.
He was so going to win this one and meet Yoongi at the final match. Because Yoongi believed so.)