#lovelytaes: reach the top

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reach the top (3) - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: ~3k

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“How’s classes going?”

“Oh, you know,” You mumbled brushing your fake bangs out of your face, “It’s class.”

“I owe you a ton, for this. Thanks, sis.”

“Don’t mention it…” You trailed, holding the phone against your ear and shoulder as you finished a calculus equation, smiling in triumph when the question ends up being right.

“How’s volleyball? Did you girls figure out a way to get funding?”

You scoffed, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well, that’s good right? You don’t sound so excited?”  

“No, I am, “ you sighed, “It’s just, hard yenno, not easy… being compared to your ex? Just tired of from practicing so much…”

Your very first try out was two days ago, you had never been so excited. You had been running every morning and practicing drills by yourself to prepare yourself for the battlefield that is the volleyball court. You were confident that you would have made the team—that was until you actually watched the starting line up play a game. You had gotten to the gym early, in hopes that you would be able to practice some more drills, but you were beaten by the starting line up.

Of course, Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were part of the starting lineup. They were accompanied by Choi Beomgyu, who was the team’s designated Libero (who played extremely well, which was not what you were expecting from the boy that embodies the definition of sloth); along with a kid named Yeonjun who also played Middle block, and Taehyun who played right-side. You had always known Ridgecrest was prideful of their men’s volleyball team, but you were not expecting them to be this good…

“First off,” Your brother scoffs, “Fuck Seokjin, I don’t care that he’s older than me, he had no right to treat you like that… I hope they lose against Ridgecrest again! We all know that they’re so much better than our volleyball team anyways.”

It was true; you did know these boys were good. You had a taste of their talent at the annual homecoming games between Cypress and Ridgecrest, and because you were the star player’s girlfriend (at the time), you were obligated to attend.

“No, you’re right, Hobi,” You sighed, “I just hope we – I mean, Ridgecrest wins this time around… From what I’ve been hearing is that Jin and Namjoon have been getting service aces left and right… Which never happened before. I guess I’m just a little worried.”

“Dunno, maybe they’re on some black magic shit.”

“I’m serious, Hobi, I don’t think I – I mean Ridgecrest stands a chance, I’ve seen them and how they deal with serves, it takes them a bit to get used to it.” You sulked.

Hoseok tsked, “Have a little faith, Y/n.” You hear your brother sigh, “But if anyone can beat Cypress, and beat them bad, it’s Ridgecrest.”

“Damn,” You giggled, “America’s changing you already? You’re so positive!”

“Aiiish, you’re such a twerp! I’m a ray of sunshine, I’m always positive!”

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“Are you sure you were an Ace?”

It has now been well over a week of practices, and while you thought you were getting better, it seemed that the starting line up of boys were getting just as good, just as fast. To say you were irritated was an understatement. You knew you had a disadvantage—being a female against ginormous boys definitely has it’s difficulties—but it didn’t help that you were endlessly being teased by Jimin; Taehyung and Jeongguk had their moments, but for the most part they just went along with the shorter man, laughing when he made a snide comment on your height.

“Do you ever get tired of being annoying?” You snarled, wiping the sweat off of your forehead, eyes glaring at the setter.

“Do you ever get tired of being annoying,” Jimin mocks, “As a matter of fact, I do not. Blehhhh.” Jimin pulls one of his cheeks down and sticks his tongue out at you, like the child he was.

You swear he reminds you of that one volleyball character on that one anime…

Tor-Torro? Oikama, was it? You couldn’t remember, but ironically enough—you were positive they played the same exact position.

“Can you stop tormenting the kid,” Taehyung swats Jimin’s head, earning a whiny Taehyung-ah, along with a pout.

“I’m not a kid!” You grunted out serving another ball over the net, that Beomgyu retrieved no problem. You tsked in annoyance and grabbed another.

“Your height could’ve fooled us.” Jeongguk snickers, easily serving a beautiful overhand serve, to which Beomgyu didn’t catch.

“Nice one, Kook!” Beomgyu utters out, eyeing the stary ball with a look of determination, “I’ll get the next one.”

“Do you boys ever get tired of, I don’t know, picking on me?”

“Nah.”

“You make it easy.”

“I barely pick on you, why am I being included?”

You could feel your blood boil as you toss up the ball, your feet quickly rushing forward to jump. As your feet left the ground, your body arches, coiling back and winding up for a hard hit. The adrenaline pumping through your veins echoed in your ears as the ball stops spinning for a brief moment, your arm making it’s way to strike the white ball. As your hand connects with the volleyball, like you always do, everything stilled.

Your eyes followed the quickness of the white ball, as it touches just the inside of the volleyball court, Beomgyu nowhere in sight, as you fall back to the ground, the sound of rubber hitting the floor harshly fills the quietness of the gym. Breathing heavily, cracking your neck to the side, your gaze drifts up to the libero; his eyes wide with shock, as he stared at the now stationary ball that sat behind the court, near the bleachers.

“Wh—”

“How?”

You turned around to see your three seniors staring gobsmacked at you. Feeling a sense of pride and confidence, you rolled your eyes.

“By the way,” You walked past them to grab another ball, “I did play Ace, and I was actually Cypress’s best.”

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“Jeon and Jung!”

You groaned, today had already sucked; the fact that practice ran later than normal this morning (which, really sucked because now, not only could you feel the dry sweat sticking to your body, but you weren’t able to do your normal morning routine where you were able to hide in a shower stall just at the end of the hallway of your dorm room, but when you had gone to check, that bathroom was out of order) but now you were partnered with one of the boys that mocked you.

“Alright, pair up,” Your professor claps, “and say hello to your partner for the rest of the semester! I expect you all to be mature adults and ready to work on the upcoming labs—starting with the first one on Thursday! Please have your pre-labs done, along with having read the material so that you’re well prepared to start right at 2. Don’t forget to cite any work that isn’t your own. I will be docking off a mark for those that do not cite their work.”  

As your professor finished her speech, the chair beside you scraped noisily beside you, indicating your partner’s presence.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jeongguk grunts at your figure, “I’m not thrilled either, Chibi-chan.”

“Do you ever get tired of pestering me about my height?”

“No.”

“I’m not even that short!” You exclaimed throwing your head back in anguish.

“Hm,” Jeongguk hums, turning to face you and giving your slouched body a once over, “still shorter than me.” He shrugs.

Above all the people your professor could pair you up with. It seriously had to be this guy. Really? What had you done in your past life to deserve this? Did you murder someone?

“Whatever, Jeon,” You uttered out, “let’s just get through this term.”

“Kinda hard when my partner doesn’t want any of my help,” He sneers.

“We haven’t even started!”

“And?”

“And…” You mocked him, “how do you even know I don’t want your help if we haven’t even started the stupid lab, dumbo?”

“And this is why you’re single.”  

“What, just cuz I called you a name? Grow up, Jeon.”

“If you hadn’t noticed, I’ve been growing, you however, have not.”

“Quit pestering me, you gigantic muscle-bunny.”

“You did not compare me to a fucking rodent.”

“If the shoe fits!”

“You’re such a—”

“Knock it off!” Beomgyu snarls causing the two of you to stare wide eyed at the libero who threw his hood up to continue his nap.

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“Again, Jung.” Coach Kai sighs, watching you miss another toss from Jimin.

You were drenched in sweat, body aching, and your feet was starting to swell in your shoes with the amount of jumping you had been doing. You didn’t want to admit it but it seemed that you just weren’t getting to the tosses fast enough.

The practice this morning had killed you. You were barely able to keep up with the boys this morning; after the full day of classes, how were they still so energetic?

It definitely didn’t help that Jeongguk was doing fuck all during the remainder of lab; you guys barely started the pre-lab and you had wanted to finish it before the weekend… Clearly that wasn’t happening—since you had a practice match at Nikoli this weekend. Coach Kai had bumped you up to their pinch server—the player that gets called to disrupt the flow of the match in hopes of favouring the players team for the rest of the game. You hadn’t ever been just a pinch server, but as long as you were a step closer to being a regular, you’d take it.

However, that’s easier said than done.

Jeongguk played annoyingly well. His line shots were are amazing. The amount of times during practice he’d get it perfectly on the line was annoying. He made hitting he ball look so effortless that you can’t help but watch him hit the ball. His blocks are insanely high, that you for sure would love to see him block one of Namjoon’s spikes. His serves… His serves were just as amazing… It’s no wonder he’s on the starting line up, he could do it all—better than you. He truly deserves the Ace title… but you’d never admit that out loud.

Taehyung’s blocks were no joke. From what you remembered from watching their games at Cypress, Taehyung and Jeongguk were considered the Iron Wall. One of the tallest blocks in the prefecture. It helped immensely that their verticals were much higher than the average verticals for their heights, but even so, their arms added onto the height. Their strategical blocking skills are the types of blockers you hated.

Back at Cypress the highest blockers in the prefecture for girls was, ironically, the girls team for Nikoli. You remembered losing to their team during your first year; this was the first game you had ever lost since coming onto the team. Euna played extremely well, getting the ball to you wherever you needed it; Somi receiving the ball each and every time… It had been you. You couldn’t get it past their blockers, you couldn’t find a way to slam the ball down on the other side of the court… You had always gotten shut out. That must’ve been the day you set out to become the best Ace in the prefecture. You worked on your shoulder mobility, becoming more fluid and flexible in your movements. You were thinking more rather than relying solely on instinct and intuition. You were determined to become the best; and the best is exactly what you became.

So, you can imagine how hard it is to start from the very bottom and work your way up. Especially with a new team.

Jimin’s sets are absolutely lethal; his precision on tossing the ball to his spikers were unmatched. He knew how to toss perfectly to his spikers—knowing the exact angle they want, and the perfect speed to get it to them. It hurt you to say it, but he was even better than Euna…

The only problem was that you’d never had this issue with Euna; her tosses were easy to hit, she made sure everyone was able to hit her tosses… Why was it so hard to hit Jimin’s?

“Jimin.” You huffed.

The setter turns to glance at you with his cat like eyes, “Hm?”

You sighed annoying, “Slow your toss when you pass to me.”

“Excuse me?”

The court was silent.

“I said,” You glanced up at him with tired eyes, “slow your tosses when you pass to me.”

“You want me… to slow my tosses?” Jimin hisses, “And why would I stoop to your level? I know my tosses are good.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you crossed your arms, “I know your tosses are good—they’re great,” You huffed, “but, just slow them down for now. Let me get used to them.”

“And why should I fix my game play for someone who’s benched?”

Taehyung quickly puts out a hand between the two of you, “Hey, Chim, calm—”

“Cool it, Park.”

Your eyes widened when Jeongguk pushed through to where you and Jimin were, wiping off his sweat with a towel.

“Just give him a slower toss. It’s just a practice anyways, he’s not playing at homecoming.”

“Well, it’s my goal to.” You grunted, Coach Kai giving you a reassuring smile.

Coach Kai turns to Jimin, “Slow your tosses, Jimin. Let Jung get used to it, then pick up speed after, but for now respect his wishes; remember Park, it isn’t you that distinguishes how that ball goes over the net.”

Jimin’s cheeks turn a shade of pink as he bowed, uttering a got it coach, before turning around to continue a mock match with the rest of the team.

Coach Kai then turns to you, “You’ve got guts kid, telling Park to slow his toss the way you did.”

You shrugged, “I just want to play the best I can…”

“And about homecoming…” Coach pauses, “You could still make the starting line up if you show improvement. I’ve seen your receives and your blocks, you’ve got some crazy agility. You’ve also got monster serves… If you could find a way to fight mid-air better and be able to handle Jimin’s normal speed tosses… You could be the next Ace of Ridgecrest.”

You gave Coach Kai a toothy smile, “Got it coach!”

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“Oi.”

You peered up at the familiar voice of your teammate. You all had just finished up practicing—waiting for everyone to get out of the locker rooms, you sat in the lobby so you all could walk to the cafeteria together.

“Don’t ever tell me what to do.” Jimin snarls, shoving past you, “This is the only time I’ll slow my tosses; either get better or keep the bench warm, Jung. I won’t toss to someone that can’t win.”

Your gaze drops as you stare at the ground, avoiding all eye contact to the blond setter. The dull ache in your chest seeps its way to the surface as you bite your lip to prevent it from quivering more.

“Remember your place Jung; you just got here; you’re benched. I don’t know how it was at Cypress, but here, to make demands like that? You’ve got to be good.” Jeongguk bites.

“You say you were an ace? How can you be an Ace when you can barely keep up with our team? When you’re able to make amazing plays like the rest of us, then maybe, you can make demands like that. But until then,” Jeongguk bumps your shoulder roughly, looking over his shoulder to glare at you, “you have no authority to ask any of us to jeopardize our plays to accommodate you.”

Refusing to look up, you could feel your eyes prickling with tears. You quickly wiped your eyes before feeling a hand upon your shoulder.

“Don’t listen to them,” Taehyung smiles gently, “you got really good in one practice, they’re just jealous… I think your soft serves can give us an advantage,” Taehyung nods his head in the direction of the rest of the team as he walks next to you.

“Not to mention you were able to hit Jimin’s tosses easier in the last half hour.”

“He’s a really good setter…” You whispered looking down at your feet.

“As he should be—he was the starting setter for All-Stars Korea.”

You stopped, “P-Park?” Taehyung nods, chuckling.

“Yeah—he had the opportunity to play last year in the 18 and under category,” Taehyung shrugs, “He’s really talented, he’s normally really perceptive when he sets, so he’s able to change his tosses based on who he’s setting to, but with you,” Taehyung moves to turn to face you, “he couldn’t tell your style of play. Communication is key when it comes to Jimin, he normally knows exactly the type of toss to give his spikers, but for some reason… He couldn’t pinpoint what tosses you could hit.”

Taehyung shrugs again, continuing towards the cafeteria, “Not that, that’s a bad thing, but…” Taehyung looks over his shoulder with a smirk, “that may be troublesome to opponents on the opposite side of the court.”

And then it clicks.

This was why you were so good; this is why you were the Ace. Euna and you have history, she’s been tossing to you since middle school—so she’s grown accustomed to your game play—to your decoy moves. She knows when you want the toss, and she knows how to lead the opponents into thinking someone else will hit her ball.

But this is Jimin—a genius setter, he knows the type of set to give his spikers before they even know the set they want, he knows the best toss to give them so that they can play at the utmost best to their abilities…

Jimin’s talent is to bring out everyone’s 100% effort, no matter what team he played on. And that’s scary.

The chills that ran down your spine thinking about how amazing Jimin actually is, was exciting… If you and him could communicate better with your decoy moves and his genius setting skills… You just might be able to beat Cypress in their homecoming game.

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This feeling is entirely new to you. 

Never in your life have you ever felt so frustrated with yourself and so concerned for someone’s well-being. It’s your fault. If you had just packed a sweater than maybe Yoongi wouldn’t have given you his hoodie. Maybe he wouldn’t be sick and missing out on his games—maybe he would’ve been winning. 

Alas, here you are. 

Standing outside his door with his favourite soup, three boxes of herbal teas, and your lesson prep just in case you would have time to spare. Although, if you had really thought about it.. There was no use in bringing your work. As if you’d get anything done with Yoongi around! Even if his fever ran close to Pneumonia; he’d simply cough up a pick-up line in an attempt to make you smile. 

Truth be told, you’ve done this before. You’ve stood outside Yoongi’s apartment with his essentials when you two were just friends.. But it’s different now. You feel it—you know it. This time around, you’re not only needed but wanted. 

He wants you here. 

He asked for you here. 

He needs you here. 

With that, you take a deep breath and convince yourself one last time: it’s not your fault. He’s sick, yes, but germs are germs. It’s not like he’s dying—

“What a sight. I feel better already, Ace.”

You blink. 

Yoongi had been on the other side of the door, waiting for you to arrive. Once he heard your footsteps, he held off for three minutes before caving.

He had to be with you. 

He’s leaning against his door frame, wearing a baggy white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His black hair falls just above his eyes and the longer parts are somewhat tucked behind his ears. It’s flat and damp. By the looks of it, he’s freshly out of the shower. If his complexion wasn’t so pale, or if his nose wasn’t so runny, and if his voice wasn’t so congested—you’d be on your knees. 

Instead, your heart aches a little. He looks so tired and almost weak. His smile is the same and the way he reaches for you is too. If anything, you should have known he’d use his sickness as an advantage. 

You pout at the sight and he pouts in response. Silently, he tilts his head, waiting for you to come in his embrace. 

Just like that, you can’t even act like you’re still mad. You want to fold so bad the moment he offers a soft smile. It’s like all the fuming feelings suddenly disappear.. You’re not that easy.

You offer him a glare and shake your head. 

“I just came to drop this off,” You hold the food in front of him. His eyebrows knit together and the corner of his lips curve into a smirk. 

He leans his body forward, closes his eyes, and shakes his head at you. “Liar.”

“I’m serious.”

“And I’m sick,” he sings, taking the food from you. He quickly grabs your wrist and tugs you to his body. Crashing into his embrace, he wraps his arms around you and pats the top of your head. 

“You brought your lesson prep. I know you. Stay—”

You plop your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes. “You’re sick.”

“You’re here.” 

A beat. 

Yoongi says it so softly. So automatic and honestly? Romantic. There’s a ring to it and it does more than make your heart beat fast. Sometimes you can’t believe the words he says to you. How plain and simple they are… Yet, his words easily change everything between you two. It’s always been this way. Yoongi has always been good with words and you’ve always been good at falling in love with them. 

“Did your heart skip a beat? Are you not mad at me anymore?” He teases, attempting to lighten the mood. You frown in return. 

“T-that doesn’t change the fact that you’re sick,” you stutter, trying to compose yourself. He groans at you as you push away from him. Yoongi then backs up and opens the door wider for you. 

“I’ll stand here all night,” Yoongi challenges. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Just get inside, take care of me, and fall in love with me—”

Your eyes widen. 

Other people in your year live in this building! Is he insane?

“Okay, okay,” you shove past him, shutting the door. “Do you have to say that stuff so loudly? You have neighbours, you know?”

He grins. “I know.”

You end up falling asleep on the couch with him. 

Nothing much happened in between the little spat coming in and eating together. Actually, he refused to eat unless you ate with him. For every bite you took, he’d take as well. Even in times like these, Yoongi made sure to take care of you. 

When you stir awake, you peel his arms off of you and make your way to make some tea. His kitchen must be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. It’s practically always neat and it had real things. Like, his kitchen is filled with proper cooking equipment! His kettle is this aesthetic glass one and it makes you think of stupid things like—is this what our kitchen would look like? The sunlight seeping through the window, a nice iland for counter space, and the fridge covered with magnets and photos of your favourite memories together? 

Picturing life with Yoongi has always been fun. It’s what you’ve been dreaming of for the past three years… But now that you’re here; standing in the very kitchen you’ve been daydreaming about… It feels unreal. It feels scary and like a sick joke. You’re so afraid of waking up and this not being your reality. More than anything, you wish for it to be. Nothing and no one has ever made you love life as much as he has. Though it’s terrifying, you have never loved anyone the way you love Yoongi. It’s fucking crazy just how much more mature and beautiful it unravels itself.. 

You don’t want it with anyone else. 

You don’t want to stand in someone else’s kitchen.

“Don’t go,” Yoongi stands in front of his door with his arms crossed. Turning the other cheek, he declares; “I’m sick.”

“I know you’re sick—”

“Sick of not being with you.”

“I hate you,” you laugh, hitting him playfully. He catches your wrists and tugs you close. He sways you two side to side for a moment. 

“You love me. You just won’t admit it yet.”

Your shoulders drop and you glare at him. He offers a cheeky smile and puts his hands up in surrender. “Don’t be mad at me! I’m sick.”

“Aki, you’re all better!” you exclaim, beginning to find this all too silly. You place the back of your hand on his forehead to triple-check. “You feel normal. We even checked your temperature with the thermometer about an hour ago. You ate. You even slept in until 12PM! I have to go for my closing—”

“I like spending time with you like this,” he confesses. “Maybe I should get sick more often.”

“Don’t you dare!”

He sticks his tongue out. “No promises.. So fine, leave. Go away. I’m gonna find ways to get sick again so we can have more of these sleepovers—”

“You promised me!” you urge, sticking your pinky out. “Promise me.” This time, your tone is stern and it’s really time for you to go.

He remains difficult.

“I’m running late, Yoongi. Hurry up and promise me.”

Your annoyed face causes him to sigh in defeat. Even so, he clasps his pinky with yours. Naturally, he lets his fingers intertwine with yours. “Promise,” he mumbles. “Geez, all this shit and no kiss goodbye.”

“What was that?” you ask, trying to process what he had just uttered. 

“Hmm?”

“Whatever,” you laugh, moving past him to head out the door. Before you open it, he tugs you back to him. For a moment, you forgot that you two were still holding hands. 

“No kiss goodbye?” he flirts, leaning in. 

You scrunch your nose at him.

“You’re sick, mister.”

“No, I’m not. My girlfriend told me I’m all better. Yeah, she’s even leaving for work and won’t kiss me goodbye—”

“Girlfriend,” you gasp. “Bold word choice.”

He pretends to contemplate. “Yeah, I mean.. Don’t really know what to call the girl that got me sick and then came over to take care of me—oh, and she has this huge crush on me—”

“Oh my god, shut up!” 

And before you can even stop yourself; your lips crash onto his. It’s soft and slow, but ever so needy. At first, Yoongi’s eyes widen but they easily flutter shut. It happens so quick! He kisses you with so much intention and for the first time in his life; he feels like he’s about to black out. How he sinks into the kiss and how the moment was just so right.. Fuck, would he be able to function after this?

Yoongi feels like he's peaking right now.

Nothing was better than this. 

Therefore, it was complete torture when you pulled away. It ends too fast. It ends with his lips tingling and craving for more. Meanwhile, you’re laughing at him, as he stands there starstruck. 

“Goodbye, boyfriend.”

You say it as a joke and head out the door. Once it shuts, Yoongi touches his lips, unable to process what had just happened. Did you just kiss him? Did he go to heaven for a moment? Why was it so perfect? 

Oh, he was falling for you. 

There was no way he could deny it from here on out.

It has to be you.

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reach the top (1) - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: 1.7k

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a/n: here it is!! I've been trying to stay on top of writing, but it's been so hectic this summer and school is starting up so soon )):... but I wanted to release the first part! I hope you enjoy!! ((:

It started as a good day.

It was your typical autumn morning. The skies were clear with just the perfect amount of wind that didn’t make it too cold – the perfect type of weather you could get away with leaving your warm home with a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie.

You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her face contorts, like it always does, as she mumbles after you that “you’ll look more like your brother if you keep gaining all that muscle,” and “I’ve given birth to two twin boys.”, no longer bothered you as you continue your merry way out of the house.

The drive to school wasn’t too long due to how early you had left. It was calm and you liked that during your morning drives; no stupid drivers, no one trying to cut you off, no one honking at you, it was great. However, as you happily pulled into your parking spot, you didn’t expect your mood to shift upon seeing your angry teammates standing around the gym entrance with their back turned towards you.

“You cut the girl’s team?” You angrily shoved the paper into the men’s coach’s face, purposely blocking his vision from the boys that were practicing in your gym during what was supposed to be your practice time. The same anger from when you had found the paper on the door of your gymnasium still radiating off of you when you had decided that the boy’s head coach needed to be talked to.

“Tragic, isn’t it? Not enough players, not enough funding either.” Coach Nim shrugs, pushing aside the paper, his eyes focusing back on the boys as they continue to play against each other, “If you ladies know any way I could help, let me know.”

“Actually,” You reply, “let us try out for the boys team!” The rest of the girls nodded their heads, as Coach Nim snorted, doubling over in laughter, he heaved before he noticed that he was the only one laughing, and abruptly stopped, sputtering out.

“Oh, you’re serious?”

“Coach, you’ve seen us play,” You say, “we’re good enough! We literally won inter-highs! I don’t think your boys can say the same.” You seethed watching the man in front of you stiffen, clearly hitting a sore spot.

“Listen,” Coach Nim turns towards you with hard eyes, “Boys are stronger and faster than girls, there’s just no way you girls could keep up with my boys. Don’t waste their time, or mine, just accept that your team got cut.”

Before you could respond, Somi and Euna grip your arms, pulling you back as Jin and the rest of the boys make their way beside Coach Nim.

Kim Seokjin; or Jin, as everyone called him.  

The most popular volleyball player in your school. He’s handsome, smart, and not only is he part of the starting lineup for your school’s volleyball team, but he’s also the captain. The two of you met years ago back in middle school but didn’t start going out until your freshman year of high school; him being your upperclassmen, it came as a shock to everyone that the Kim Seokjin was dating Jung Y/n, a nobody. However, that changed when you had decided to try out for the girl’s volleyball team. You had been playing volleyball with Somi and Euna since middle school, but you hadn’t thought about trying out for the high school team as you three weren’t confident against your upperclassman’s, scared you wouldn’t be up to their standards.  Even though you weren’t one to shy away from conversations, you were still reserved, only talking and socializing when you needed to; the rest of the times you were maintaining your grades in order to keep your appeal to universities with impressive academic scores. It was then that your guidance counselor had recommended that you try out for a sports team, another way to enhance your appeal to universities and colleges. You weren’t too excited about it, only because you knew exactly how your mother would be when she found out that you were doing sports, something that she believes was not for women. However, that didn’t stop you from trying out—and shockingly, you made it in. By the end of your freshman year, you were no longer a nobody, and you were no longer just Jin’s girlfriend, but you were Jung Y/n, the best female Ace Cypress has ever seen. Now, four years later and half way into university—and still considered the best female player—your team gets cut due to the lack of funding? You were willing to fight for a spot on the boys team just to secure your future of wanting to go pro.

“Hey jagiya, what’s wrong?” Jin speaks carefully, eyeing the situation between you and his coach, along with taking in that all of the girls were angrily staring at him behind you.

“Our team got cut and we want to try out for the boys team.” You confidently say. The entire boys team howls with laughter, which causes you to shrink slightly at the mockery; instead, you brush it off, straightening up again and glare at the rest of the boys.

“Seokjin, why are you laughing?” You hissed, “You know that our girls team is just as good as yours—and if I’m not mistaking, at least we have the inter-high’s under our belts.”

This statement causes the boys team to abruptly stop, the rest of them complaining to their captain and telling him “You gonna let her disrespect us like that?”

“Better put a leash on your girl, cap.” Namjoon snickers; a larger boy on the team with short black hair who plays middle block, and Jin’s best friend. You and Namjoon were never friends—he only tolerated you because you’re his best friend’s girl, and you only tolerated him because he’s your boyfriend’s best friend; however, the two of you never really got along to begin with—and the fact that Jin had the audacity to chuckle at his crude joke set you off.

What kind of boyfriend doesn’t defend his own girlfriend when his best friend is making jabs so openly?

“You’re seriously going to let this bulky bitch talk to me that way?” You snarled, stepping closer but being stopped again by Somi and Euna; Jin masks his laughter behind his coughs to muster out an excuse, but Namjoon beats him to it.

“At least Jin didn’t have to feed off of your popularity to make a name for himself, oh wait…” He pauses smirking, “You never were popular to begin with, isn’t that right, Ms. Nobody?”

“I’m more of a somebody than you are, Kim Namjoon,” You spat, “At least the whole school knows my name and I’m not shadowed by your beloved Captain.”

“At least I didn’t have to sleep with the captain to make a name for myself!”

“That’s rich coming from you, you fucking manwho—”

“Okay, settle down.” Coach Nim interrupts before Namjoon tries to come forward but is ��stopped by your so-called boyfriend.

“I’m not telling you again, Jung. Girls are not trying out for my team.”

Letting out a sigh and cracking your neck, you stare at Jin, “Well, with all due respect coach, but maybe we should let the captain decide?” You wholeheartedly believed that Jin wouldn’t jeopardize your future, if there’s anyone that knows you better, it’s him—and he knows how much you rely on this season to gain more endorsements to help you fulfil your dreams of going pro.

“I think that coach is right. There’s not much more for me to say.”

Your heart drops to your stomach as you stared at the man that you thought you knew. Those hypnotizing chocolate eyes that had encouraged you to chase your dreams, the very same ones that told you he’d do anything for you to help you attain that goal, just crushed your hopes and dreams in two sentences.

“Are you kidding me right now?” You whispered, “You know how much this season means to us!” You yelled.

“Look—there’s nothing more I can do or say,” Jin says, becoming the asshole he was for show, “Plus, you’re girls, you can’t jump as high as us, you’re not as fast at receiving, and you’re not as strong to set the same sets continuously.” He threw in your face, “So, what could you guys really do for our team?”

“Are you fucking kidding me!” You cry, “You even said that I was the best the school has ever seen! Jin, please! We can do it!”

 The boys behind Jin were sourly looking at the rest of your team. Mumbles of “Jin would never say that.” And “Are you delusional? Was echoing throughout the gym, the girls behind you stared in sadness at you as you tried to reason with them.

“I would never say that. You’re all great, but you really wouldn’t be an asset to our team.” Jim calmly says not looking at you. A trait you know he does when he’s in the wrong, Jin can’t give eye contact to anyone when he lies.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you lying!” You scream calling him out, how could he jeopardize the girls team like this? How could he do this when he had promised that you would for sure get all those endorsements this year? Had he known that this was going to happen?

“Y/n, that’s enough. Coach said his piece, and I’ve said mine. You’re not trying out for the team, especially not with our first game against Ridgecrest just a few weeks away. Sorry but it’s not happening, end of discussion.” Your stare hardens as the boys patted his back, praising him for what ever reason. Jin has straightened up, looking more like a captain than ever, at one point in your life you would’ve loved to see him look as confident as this.

But right now, you hated, despised, that he was so smug.

“Fine,” You scoff, “End of relationship.” You turn on your heel to leave before Jin gently grabs your wrist, Jin’s face no longer holding his asshole smirk and is replaced with his eyes filled with worry.

“Hey—Jagiya,” He sputters out, “No, c’mon, I just—I don’t want to see you get hurt!” You angrily pressed your fingers down into the volleyball, seething with annoyance.

“Oh, fuck off,” You spun around, “You’re so full of shit.” Ripping your arm away from him and chucking the volleyball against his face, you leave the gymnasium with the rest of your girls without looking back.

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pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

warning(s): mature language/themes, gender role implications.

word count: 3.4k

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“Hey, brat.”

Your twin brother Hoseok strolls into your room with a grin on his face and a plate of pizza in his hand. He sits down on your bed while you watch him with caution before he thrusts the plate into your hands.

“What’d you do to it…”

“Can’t a great brother like me not give his favorite sister food?” He asks clutching his heart, feigning his hurt.

 “Okay, one,” You begin placing the plate down in front of you, “I’m your only sister, but I like the sound of your favorite, and two,” you hold up two fingers, “you’re only nice to me when you want something or you want me to do something for you…” You take a bite of pizza and crack your fingers, “So, what is it?”

Hoseok sighs and lays down in your bed staring up at the ceiling, “I got a slot at a festival to rap with Yoongi.” You shrieked jumping on your bed, only for your brother to sit up and shush you to keep quiet.

“What!” You whisper-yelled, “That’s amazing! When is it? Where is it?”

“Can you keep it down?” He hissed shushing you, bringing his hands up to signal you keep your voice down, “It’s… I-well-uh,” He scratches the back of his head, “It’s in America.”

“AMER—” Hobi’s hands clasp around your mouth as he shushes you again.

“For the love of God, Y/n—can you please shut the fuck up?” He winces when you lick his hand, jerking it away quickly.

“Hobi, I love you—but you just got kicked out of Cypress because you’ve be skipping… You just into Ridgecrest, which starts in a week! How are you going to do your rap gig in America?”

“Well… I was hoping that you could like… Cover for me? Like pretend to be mom or some shit and say that someone died or that we have a family emergency?”

“How am I going to pull that off?” You scoffed, shoveling more pizza into your mouth.

“I don’t know! You’re the genius out of the two of us, plus... By the way, I heard that Cypress got rid of their volleyball team… That true?” He asks more calmly, as he can already tell what the answer is the minute he sees your face drop.

“Look,” You conclude, “Say I do help you, how are you going to pull this off without them knowing?”

"You gonna snitch?”

“What the fuck? Are you serious—”

“Then we’ll be good. Dad thinks I’m here with mom, mom would think I’m with dad, and that’s the beauty, of divorced parents. So, it works out!” Hobi moonwalks to your bedroom window opening it.

“Wait where are you—”

“Yoongi is waiting for me at the end of the block, suitcase is packed and all I needed was to make sure that you were on board!” He winked, before swinging his leg out of the window, blowing you a kiss and a gentle smile, he jumped out, followed by a loud smack hitting the pavement and a groan shortly after.

“Hobi?” You whispered still in your bed angling your head to try and see out the window.

“Y/n?” Your mom bursts into your bedroom looking confused, “Did I just hear Hoseok?”  

“Uh—no, not—no, not here, he’s at Dad’s? I was just on the phone with him? Just hung up though.” You chuckled nervously placing your phone back down, “What’s up?”

Your mother sighs, “I was just coming here to tell you, I need you to be working the carnival in a few weeks, I’ve volunteered you to work at one of the booths and your brother will be running the dunk tanks. Can you make sure to tell him that soon?”

“Do I have to?” You groaned, “I should be practicing—”

Your mother tsked, “Jung Y/n, I swear you and your brother are the exact same, trying to get out of volunteer work to do whatever it is that you guys do in your spare time… Twins.” She sighs once more, shaking her head, and shutting the door.

Once you hear the retreating footsteps of your mom, you quickly unlocked your phone to sift through your pictures. You come to a recent picture of you and your brother, one from the past summer when you visited your dad after school had ended. You hadn’t noticed it too much, maybe because you see each other every day, but you do have similar features. You even remember when you two were younger how everyone would confuse the two of you when you’d wear similar outfits, it especially didn’t help that you thought it would be a bright idea to chop your hair off like Mulan did in that one scene… You and Hoseok were often mistaken as identical twins at that point.

You hummed to yourself… Just maybe there was a way that you could prove your point that a girl can most certainly play on the boys volleyball team…

You dialed the number of a dear friend, contemplating if this was what you really wanted to do, before you could back out, her airy voice filled your ears.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Kione… Say, you’re still doing hair right?”

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“You’re joking right?”

You, Somi, and Euna were gathered around the beautiful girl who’s hair was in pigtails, her purple bangs curving around her face as she popped her gum. Her whole sleeve was on display, along with her heavily decorated ears that had numerous amounts of earrings dangling, while her nose piercing gleamed under the salon lights.

“I know it sounds crazy, but please Kione? I need to prove a point; I have to win against Cypress—think of it as… Revenge on my ex-boyfriend for not believing in me.”

Kione thrusts her head back with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Ugh—” She groans, “I’m such a sucker for revenge against shitty exes.”

“Please, Kione?”

“C’mon, girl, you’re the best at what you do, with your help no one would be able to guess that Jung Hoseok is actually his twin sister!” Somi says with a grin.

“She’s gotta fix her mannerism.” Kione whispers, “But… Maybe my brother Soobin can help with that…” You watched with hopeful eyes as Kione works out the whole plan in her head. Humming to herself, she nods.

“Alright, fine. I’ll help you out.” The three of you squealed embracing her into a hug, that she half accepted with a disgusted face.

“We start tomorrow, drop by so I can fix you a wig, some sideburns, and how to hide… that.” She gestures towards your chest. Blushing hard and covering yourself up, you nodded.

“Great!”

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“Noona, you can’t fucking drink a soda with your pinky up!” Soobin exhales, rubbing his temples.

“Hey, don’t forget who’s older!” You hissed at the younger, “And you can blame my mom for that, those damn etiquette classes are embedded in my brain.”

“You’re not even older by much,” Soobin roles his eyes, “try again.” Soobin sighs, tossing you another can of soda.

You huffed, catching it with ease and popping it open. Wrapping the entirety of your hand around the drink, lifting your eyes to sarcastically thrust your hand out, ensuring that Soobin saw that you didn’t have your pinky up. Tilting your head back, you downed the carbonated drink, squeezing your eyes shut at the familiar burn.

“Alright, now burp. And don’t say excuse me this time.”

Letting out the loudest belch that you had ever done in your life, your eyes tearing up at the burning sensation in your nose.

“Good, that’s good!” Soobin states with a smile, “Better than you letting out those tiny excuse of—”

“Okay, you know what—”

“Alright, you two.” Kione walks in with scissors in her hands, “That’s enough for today, yeah? Thanks, Soobin.”         

“You owe me a shit ton of boba for this Ki.” Soobin jokes with a smile, “Kidding…. Unless…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Kione waves her hand, “Get lost, squirt.”

Soobin chuckles as he gets up and smiles at you, “Fighting! Catch ya later, Y/n-noona!”

You watched as Soobin leaves his sisters salon, and you sit down on the chair that Kione told you to sit at. Cracking your neck, Kione waltzes back in with a bright yellow wig that looked scarily similar to Hobi’s.

“You sure you wanna do this?” Kione questions as she situates your hair inside a hairnet and places the wig on top of your head.

Your heart was racing, you could hear the pounding in your ears, as she begins to style the front of your hair in a similar fashion to Hobi’s bangs; your mind was all over the place, part of you was certain that you would be able to pull it off, the other half of you was nervous—knowing that if you were caught, that this would reflect badly on your school record… or you think something like this would reflect badly, however you were hoping it wouldn’t, and you were hoping that you wouldn’t get caught too. You knew that the minute Kione begins to cut the wig that there was no turning back. You weren’t about to waste your friend’s effort and service just for you to back out.

So, you sat up straight, confidence dripping off of your physique, your gaze determined staring at Kione through the mirror.

“Yeah,” You state without tripping over your words, “let’s do it.”

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Few days later…

Wig? Check.

Cloth to wrap your boobs. Check.

Sideburns. Check

Tampons. Double check.       

You zipped up your bag, remembering to take your volleyball bag with you before shutting your door and scurrying down the stairs in hopes that your mother wouldn’t be sitting in front of the door.

You were about to turn the knob to exit the house when you heard a loud cough erupt your escape.

“And where do you suppose you’re off to?”

Turning around slowly, you greet the hard stares of your mother’s eyes, her arms crossed and her foot tapping.        

Your mother wasn’t a very tall woman but was she ever the scariest in this stance. You towered over her 5’2 frame with your average height of 5’6—definitely shorter than most aces, but that’s what made you extremely talented, so people called it, you sure knew how to jump. Her black bob framed her slim face, her outfit consisted of a tight pencil skirt and a short sleeved button-down top, her typical attire.

“I-uhm-I,” You stuttered out, “I’m headed to dad’s for the next couple weeks, remember? He said he wants Hoseok and I to… Help fix the basement!” You were lying through your teeth, and you couldn’t tell if your mother was buying it or not. Her face remained unchanged and stoic, and you hated that you were never really able to read her because of it.

“I don’t think so.” She says with ease, “The deal between your father and I was that if he keeps one kid for the week, I keep the other. So, go back upstairs and unpack.”

You sighed loudly, panicking slightly, how were you going to get out of this one?

“B-but Kione!” Your eyes widened, “uh, Kione lives near Ridgecrest, you know the school Hobi enrolled in? That just so happens to be by dad’s!” You state boldly, hoping that your mother was catching your drift.

“And?” She inquires raising an eyebrow.

“Y-you said that you wished I was more like a girl! I was thinking, since Kione will be working over there in the local salon, I could get some pointers in… Hairstyling and such…” You sounded unsure, but you could see the way your mother unravels her arms and her frown slowly disappears, a smile replacing it.

“Oh!” She cheers with a relieved face, “That sounds amazing! I have always liked that Kione, her etiquette is so feminine and she’s so soft spoken—her hair colour choices worry me some, and those tattoos of hers… Her piercings as well… But she’s so feminine!”

Sighing in relief you nodded your head, “Yeah, haha… Anyways, if you don’t mind… Imma just—”

“You’re going to take that ball while learning the arts of cosmetics?” You could hear the disgust in your mother’s voice as you shift on the balls of your feet again.

“Y-yeah,” You say before throwing open the door, “It comforts me, you know that…” Shrugging you run out the door before your mother could stall you more, “See ya, mom!” You sped out of your home, slamming the door shut behind you, while you made your way towards Kione and Soobin, who were waiting patiently for you in their car.

“You good, Noona?” Soobin asks when you plopped down into the backseat of his sister’s car.

“Yeah,” You gasp for air, “Mom just… I knew the longer I stayed she’d see right through my lies.” Kione giggles in the passenger seat and Soobin chuckles to himself before putting the car in drive.

“How did you get out of it?”

“I said I was going to practice being more feminine with Kione by indulging in cosmetics.”

The siblings glance at each other before laughing abruptly to themselves, Soobin turning onto the freeway towards Ridgecrest.

“And does your mother know that… I am so feminine that I love girls?” Kione snorted and Soobin smirks.

“Kinda left that part out,” You respond guiltily, “but in my defense, if she found that out, she definitely wouldn’t have let me go. She might think you’d try something.” You laughed, Kione shrugs.

“Maybe I would if I didn’t, you know, have a girlfriend.”

The three of you giggled for the next 5 hours of the long drive to the school.

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“Well,” Soobin sighs, “Here we are!”

You pulled up to Ridgecrest—the colours of maroon and white decorated the flags that were on flagpoles surrounding the campus. The school looked much like what you had imagined Hogwarts to look like, a large, gated community, a few towers in the distance that appeared to be where the class could be—but you could be wrong. The buildings look newly reconstructed, with bits and pieces of red decorating their exterior to compliment the school’s colours. All in all, this school made Cypress—and their boring blues and greys—look livelier and fun, and not like the prison that your previous school had seemed to portray.

“You going to be okay?” Kione questions, turning around in the passenger seat, “I’ll just be working across campus, okay? So, feel free to come find me if you hadn’t made any friends yet!”

“Yeah,” Soobin agrees, “I’ll be working in the salon too with Ki,” giving you a smile, “Don’t be a stranger!”

You smiled grabbing your gear and hopping out of the car.

“Thanks guys! Seriously!” You shut the door, taking a deep breath, and walked towards the campus dormitories. You took the time to admire the large fountain you walked by on the way to your room. Everyone seemed nice—the boys fist bumped you and all the girls smiled, a different type of environment that you were used too. At Cypress, everywhere you turned majority of the people there would keep to themselves or ignored you completely. It was a nice change of scenery.

As you journeyed towards the men’s dorms, you were greeted with the booming sounds of yelling and heavy footsteps running around. With wide eyes you stopped in your step to witness the entirety of your hall out of their rooms, running around, throwing an assortment of balls, simply playing around in the halls.

Absolute madness.

Chaos.

You panicked, fumbling with your keys to find you dorm: 143. You zoomed past all the boys that seemed to have been running directly at you, only for them to duck into a room. You stumbled over skateboards, balls, and… a shoe? You quickly found the dorm room and pushed your keys in, to greet your ears with silence. Breathing heavily, you leaned against your door, sighing in relief.

“Uhm…”

Your eyes shot open to see 3 men; one was seated on the windowsill, ears decorated with silver rings, two on one ear, and one on the other, his hair was blonde framing a very handsome face, he had some muscle but not an overbearing amount—but you could definitely tell that he was physically active. The next one was sitting on the bed, his fluffy black hair covering his eyes, his ears also decorated with earrings, except he had a stacked design on one of his lobes, almost the same amount of muscles as the last man, but you could tell he must’ve been taller just the way he stretched out along the bed. The last one was standing right in front of you, his hair was styled short, black, and slight bangs in his eyes, he was easily the biggest—muscle wise, since it seemed that Mr. Fluffy hair beat the other two in height—man you had ever seen. His doe eyes were furrowed, staring down at you. The most frustrating thing is the fact that all three of these boys were absolutely stunning.

Cypress didn’t have this many hot men…

“Uh-uhm, hey!” You coughed out, ensuring that your voice was deep—man would Soobin have kicked your ass, “I-I’m Jung Hoseok, what’s up?”

Doe eyes nodded, “Jeon Jeongguk,” He shook your hand, “Kim Taehyung is the guy on my bed and Park Jimin is on the window.”

“Cool!” You squeaked, coughing again to fix your voice, “Are-are you guys athletes… or…”

“Mhm,” Jeongguk hummed, turning around, and grabbing a water from the mini fridge, “We play volleyball.”

Your eyes widened, “Me too! What positions?”

“Jimin’s our setter, Taehyung plays middle block, and I play left side.” Jeongguk states, “You play?” You tossed your bags to the side of the room where your bed was and nodded.

“I was the Ace from my old school.”

“You?” Jimin chuckles, “You played Ace?” Jeongguk and Jimin were both doubling over in laughter as Taehyung sneered at his friends.

“Don’t be assholes!” Taehyung barked as the two quipped up, still stifling in their laughs.

“You can’t possibly be an Ace.” Jimin states giving you a once over, which made you feel self conscious, “You can’t be taller than me.” Jimin makes his way over towards you, before proving his point with a smug grin staring down at you. Soon after, Taehyung and Jeongguk joined him in crowding around you; you suddenly felt small. Even though you were 5’6, just slightly above average, these boys were tall, at least taller than you. Jimin had at least 2 inches on you, not much—but still enough for him to be a cocky prick about it, however; Taehyung and Jeongguk were practically skyscrapers. Jeongguk had to be 5’10, at least, and Taehyung could very well be closer to 6’0 or 6’1, you couldn’t tell, but they were much taller. It was Taehyung that spoke first, making you leave your thoughts.

“Where did you say you played?” He questions, the 3 pairs of eyes burning a hole into your skull as they awaited your response.

“Cypress,” You uttered out, “Uhm- I transferred from Cypress.”

Jeongguk tsks while Jimin sneers at the mention of the rival school, Taehyung’s forehead creases, but just nods.

“Ah, so I’m assuming that you know Kim Seokjin and his delinquent of a friend Kim Namjoon?” Jimin hisses, rolling his eyes. You nodded.

“Uh-yeah, I d-do. My sister actually dated the prick.” You huffed out, recalling your hatred for your ex-boyfriend, and remembering why exactly you were here in the first place.

“Namjoon or Seokjin?”

“Jin-“ Your eyes widened, “I m-mean Seokjin.”

“Did he treat her right?” Taehyung asked, “You seem like a protective brother is all, and you didn’t sound too fond of him.”

“Tae you’re being nosy.” Jimin shoves the taller man.

“It was just a question!”

“For the most part, I guess.” You say, answering the question. You shrugged, “It didn’t end too pretty though, pretty sure my sister is plotting some type of revenge.” It felt weird talking about yourself, but how else were you going to sell this act?

“Wah!” Jimin says with disappearing eyes, patting Jeongguk’s back, “Sounds like your typa woman, Jeon!” You noticed that Jeongguk shoves his friend off, pink dusting across his cheeks.

“Shut up, hyung.” Jeongguk whispers, “That’s his sister.”

You shrugged, “Hey man, do what you want. She’s her own person, if she’s your type, she’s your type.” You didn’t know what possessed you to say such a thing, but when the words left your mouth, you noticed that the two boys were smirking, and a certain doe eyed man stared at you with a tight-lipped smile, curiosity swirling in his eyes.

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😭 omg ofc you can! it's very much still in the works, I'm trying really hard to write as much as I can before school starts again, but summer has been soooooooo busy; but I'm so excited you're excited!!! I'll do my best to get this out!! hehe thank you sm <33

reach the top [intro: summer] - jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader; (brief) jin x reader

synopsis: when your volleyball team gets cut and your brother, who is recently enrolled to your rivalry school, needs you to help him attend his classes while he continues to pursue his rap career; while you try keeping your volleyball dream alive, by serving sweet revenge on those that didn't believe in you.

genre: crack, fluff, angst; strangers to lovers/roommates to lovers; university au.

word count: ~0.5k

warning(s): none.

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notes: hi all! here is a very short intro to the series, there's not much here, but a very small introduction to some of the characters. I hope you enjoy this little tidbit - I still don't have a release date for this one as I am still working on it - but do not fret, it shall be dropping as soon as I finish! until then, please enjoy ((:

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You had woken up to a beautiful summer glow, the sky was filled with orange and yellow hues, with fluffy clouds gently rolling in the warm breeze. You had changed quickly into your practice gear, tossing your shin pads into your bag, before making your way downstairs to grab your smoothie before heading out to school.

You greeted your mother good morning, her usual scolding face when you tell her that you’ll be home late because of volleyball practice. Her snarky comments, that you’ve grown accustomed to, saying how “young women shouldn’t be bruising their beautiful skin by bumping a ball over a net” and “young women shouldn’t be as muscular as a man!” or “when I had twins I didn’t think you both would be into such thing.”, didn’t bother you anymore, as you smiled and walked out of the house.

It was nearing the end of summer and you had filled your time with working and playing round after round of volleyball with your school’s men’s team.

In fact, you were on your way there now.

As you parked in your regular spot at school, you sped your way through the halls towards the gym. The comforting sound of volleyballs hitting the floor and shouts of praises were echoing through the school.

“Jagiya!”

The tall man comes barreling towards you with a bright smile, opening his arms to envelope you in a warm, but sweaty, embrace.

Your nose scrunches smiling up at him, “Hello, you’re all so early!”

“Maybe if you woke up earlier, you wouldn’t be late.”

Your face scowls at a particular player – your least favorite of the bunch. He rolled his eyes at you before throwing up a ball to serve.

The man holding you turns you away to give you a sheepish smile, leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

Once he lets you go, you throw your bag to the ground, quickly putting on your shin pads and started for the court.

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“You’re honestly way too good.”

The same man who embraced you says, chugging down some water.

“Jin,” You laugh, “you’re just saying that because I’m your girlfriend.”

“Absolutely not,” Jin says smacking his lips, “I wouldn’t say you’re incredible and that you’re guaranteed to get a full-ride scholarship to just anyone!” He turns towards you, “I promise you, this year, you’re going to get an amazing offer. The fact that you’re the best player the school has ever seen and having the highest grades in her class is enough to prove that you’re a stellar student-athlete; you being my girlfriend is just a bonus that I can flaunt.”

You leaned into kiss him sweetly, whispering a thank you.

You wished that in that moment, you knew better than to believe him.

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