Rated All

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey...

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

________________________________

You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren't the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

It was all because of Jess, your ride or die best friend since college who told you you just HAD to meet her hot friend. He is well dressed, well mannered, and works at the same firm as her, so she knows he is also financially stable. While you would normally shun the lawyer type, especially when you heard all the lewd things Jess’s coworkers would say to her on a regular basis, she claimed he was one of the good ones: polite, kind, and safe - just what you needed. Her words, not yours.

It had been 6 months since your ex broke your heart, and while you had moved on, you weren’t quite ready for steady dating again, but to appease your friend you agreed to the date.

So here you are, once again: sat at a table for two. It was 5 past the agreed time to meet and you’d been here 10. The waiter keeps asking if you want to order anything, and you keep saying no as you sip quietly on your water and tap your feet to calm the jitters.

You had already texted Jess and she said he was probably coming straight from court and not to worry, but after 20 minutes of constantly glancing up to the door to see if some handsome stranger was coming through, you finally felt tears prick in your eyes thinking you were going to have to take the walk of shame soon.

You’d finally resigned yourself to your fate and had just huffed a heavy sigh and slouched back in your seat, when the chime above the door dinged as another patron came in the door. This one alone and very male.

You sat up in your chair to take him in fully in his crisp black on black suit, tailored to perfection, over his lithe yet well defined muscles. His hair was brushed back, exposing an undercut and showing off his jawline (carved by the Gods) and his pretty eyes that seemed to sparkle in the light. He brought the October breeze in with him, which fluttered his hair, leaving one loose strand across his forehead, and as he looked around the room, you realized, this must be it. 

Dang, Jess did not prepare you for this guy. He was easily the hottest man you had ever seen in your life. With your nerves getting the better of you, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and waited patiently for him to notice you. Sat alone. Waiting for your date. The over 20 minutes he made you wait, meaning nothing at this point.

As your hand brushed your hair, his eyes found you and he almost did a double take, which had your cheeks turning pink and your goofy smile appearing. He scanned you from head to toe and then slowly, too slowly, made his way toward you with a huge bunny toothed smile on his face that had you nearly fainting by the time he reached your table.

“Is this seat taken?” He asks, placing his hand on the seat across from you. And up close he is no less intimidatingly hot.

You shrug and say, “it is now,” in a voice you didn’t expect yourself to be capable of when so thoroughly disheveled by this Adonis.

As he sits, he scans the room again, like he’s trying to assess his surroundings, as if he wasn’t the one who picked the restaurant. You found it endearing though, because you had done the same thing when you arrived. It was something that gave you a chance to get your bearings, when you went somewhere new.

“You come here often?” He said in an ironic flirtatious voice that broke the tension and had you smiling, much more at ease with the casual way he crossed his arms in front of him on the table and leaned in as if to speak conspiratorially with you. You decided to play along and leant forward as well to almost whisper with him.

“Never been here in my life.”

“Interesting. And here all alone…? Haven’t even ordered anything yet…?” He indicated the menu and water sitting in front of you.

“I was waiting for you.”

His eyebrows shot up and it was then you noticed the piercing in his right eyebrow that had you salivating instantly. You didn’t even know you had a thing for piercings, but apparently you do now!

Seeming to have missed your sudden crisis, he looked you up and down again, taking in everything from your simply styled hair, to your bright lipstick and pristinely pressed cocktail dress, and licked his lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to have kept you waiting then.”

“All’s forgiven.”

You smiled and he smiled back. The waiter came up to the table then, looking happy to finally see a second person join the table. You both agreed on a bottle of wine and before you knew it he was quizzing you about your life and attentively listening like no man had ever done before. He asked you about your job, and actually seemed interested and told you he found successful people attractive (which made you blush). He asked about your family and your friends and what you did when you weren’t saving the world (a joke he made after hearing what you did for a living). He was sweet and kind and humble, even with a face that could drop panties. It was so hot that you made a mental note to text your bestie later to thank her.

Everything was going swimmingly and you were so completely sucked in to talking to this engaging, sweet, handsome man that you didn’t even notice when another man, dressed similarly, but not nearly as tailored walked up to the table and said your name.

“It is y/n, right?”

“Huh?” You asked dumbly as you looked back and forth between the two men. The one you had been speaking with was lazily sitting back in his seat with his arms crossed, taking everything in with a smirk, and the one standing was holding a phone and looking back and forth between it and you.

“It looks like you,” he said as he turned the phone showing a picture of yourself. “Jess sent me this so I’d know who I was meeting.”

The name of your friend had you snapping out of your stupor. “Chan?” you asked as the guy standing at your table began to nod his head, while he looked scathingly at the guy across from you.

If this guy was your date (your face instantly heated up) then who was this guy you’d been talking to?

He had been kind, sweet, he seemed to know exactly what to say when. You had assumed that Jess coached him on your likes and dislikes, because as far as you could tell, he was your exact right match. He liked the same kinds of movies and books as you, he had similar opinions, and the chemistry between the two of you was off the charts. You and Chan both looked at him in disbelief, though with much different motivations (one in awe, one in affront).

“I guess that is my cue to leave,” he said as he stood up, rebuttoning his suit jacket and looking like a complete snack. He waved to the back of the restaurant where an elderly man, dressed similarly, was sitting and waving back. At least, it wasn’t a girl.

What were you saying?…he wasn’t even your date!

His hand on the table in front of you as he leaned into your line of vision brought your attention back to his face. He had moved since you last were facing his direction and now stood on the opposite side of the table as Chan and was leaning down into your line of vision with his sparkly big brown eyes closer than they had yet been tonight. And they were not disappointing.

“If this,” he waves toward Chan, “Ends up going poorly,” he nodded his head down toward the table where you saw him setting down a ticket. 

He left the rest of the insinuation open ended, just simply smiled and winked before he walked off toward his actual table.

“Wow,” Chan said, bringing your attention away from the gorgeous man and back to him just in time to see him taking up the seat the other man had just left. “Some guys have no class. Couldn’t he see you were here on a date?”

A date that was…you checked your watch…almost 50 minutes late, but you decided not to mention it and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

For the next hour, you sat and talked with Chan and had a good time. You have to admit. He had apologized for being late, supplying the exact excuse that Jess had predicted. And he was sweet and smart and funny and you might have even considered going out with him again when he mentioned it as you were saying goodbye outside the restaurant.

Any other day. Any other day where he had been on time and you hadn't met Mystery Fake Date man, then you might even now be saving Chan’s number in your phone. But you were already thinking of that ticket that your mystery man gave you. It was a ticket to a hockey game where your local NHL team was playing their known rivals, and it was later this week. 

By the time game day rolled around, the “what ifs” were eating you alive and you couldn’t let that one chance encounter be your only chance to see him, so you decided to go.

You hadn’t been to a hockey game since you were a kid and your dad took you, but you had always liked the sport, so you figured why not. Jess had been flabbergasted claiming she couldn’t believe you of all people, the painfully cautious over-planner, was actually being so spontaneous and romantic, but what else were you going to do? You hadn’t gotten Mystery Man’s number and you didn’t even know his name. This was your only shot.

He must have made one hell of a first impression, Jess had said. You have no idea, you had responded.

So here you were, in very similar circumstances to earlier that week. Though the venue, clothes and ambiance were drastically different, you once again found yourself seated alone, as the seat for Mr. Fake Date was empty. He was late. It was already time for the team to come out on the ice to sing the National Anthem. How you managed to end up waiting on a late date, once again, was beyond you, but you were starting to get annoyed.

You had just resigned yourself to have fun no matter what. It wasn’t every day you got to go to a hockey game, so you would enjoy yourself regardless of your date.

And then it happened.

The team came out on the ice, circling the ice like dancers in skates and the music had switched to the announcers as they began calling out the lineup for the game. As each player was announced, they slapped their face up on the jumbotron, and you lazily glanced between the ice and the jumbotron until the announcer said the name “Jeon. Jungkook” and the arena erupted in hoots and hollers.

And as you glanced to the screen to see this player who was obviously so well liked, you were staring back at the smiling face and big bright brown eyes of your Mystery Man. He seemed to be intently staring out at the stands, and as you turned to see where he was on the ice, you realized he was looking directly at you. His smile was infectious and you felt your cheeks redden.

Your Fake Date hadn’t invited you to watch the game, he invited you to watch him PLAY.

——-

Part 2 out now: Not-So-Date Date https://kmpac.tumblr.com/post/674821470257610752/rated-all-summary-after-the-oddest-blind-date

This man is DISTRACTING

hello, 1004?

cr.dwellingsouls

Awe 🥺🥺🥺🥺 I’m glad you liked it and are eager for more. I have thoughts about a continuation. Hopefully I can get it done soon. I really love this story. 🥰

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: Blind Dates suck, but maybe they aren’t so bad when the guy who shows up is Jeon Jungkook. Add mistaken identities and Hockey…

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: One curse word.

AN: Sorry, don’t want to spoil the surprise, so the summary is terrible.  I saw this story on an instagram reel, and just HAD to write it for JK.

________________________________

You HATE blind dates. Hate with every fiber of your being.

And you aren’t the kind of girl who even uses that word very often.

But it was the expectations. The unknown. It was your need to always be early to any engagement, only to find it to be a detriment with blind dates. I mean, what if he arrives after you and sees you and decides to tuck tail and run? So you pace your living room, checking your watch to make sure you don’t leave too early, only to arrive with only a minute to spare and worried he will have already left because you weren’t right on time. You knew it was all probably unfounded worry, but that sure didn’t stop you from thinking it.

And yet here you sat at a table for two, by yourself, with your hair done, nails done, and even in makeup, waiting on a stranger who you’ve never met or seen before in your life. 

Keep reading

Good LORD 😳😳😳. That was insanely hot. As was the first chapter too. I’m going to really enjoy the mess that will obviously follow all this messing around. I love the idiots to lovers trope. They have no idea they are already in 😍😍😍😍. Going to be fun to follow!

summary: in which one drunken night turns into weeks of silent pining and petty jealousy until you and jungkook finally realise what’s been in front of you both this entire time pairing: jungkook x reader genre: angst, smut, fluff | best friends to lovers, fwb word count: 5.9k warnings: 2k of pure dirtyness, angst if you squint, protected sex; riding, doggy style, finger riding, brief pussy job, heavy petting, biting, marking, switch! reader, switch! jungkook- they just take turns doming tbh note: i know i said i’d upload this on sunday, but it’s saturday 2am and im just too excited to get it out to you all <3

chapter two.

Watching the blue clock tick incessantly above the door is all you can do to pass what remains of class. Anxiously bouncing your leg up and down and annoying everyone around you, you count down the seconds before 11:30 finally grants your escape.

Shoving your things into your bag, you quickly rush down the steps of the auditorium, leaving as fast as you can. You only slow your pace once you’ve rounded the corner, exiting the double doors at the end of the hallway and trying not to draw too much attention to yourself as you walk across campus.

People might think you were avoiding someone.

“Yn!”

Well fuck.

Keep reading

😍😍😍 I’m glad you like it still.

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: After the oddest blind date scenario you could have possibly imagined, you find yourself at the hockey game with the ticket your fake blind date gave you. As the game progresses, you learn a little bit more about THE Jeon Jungkook.

This is part 2 of Fake Blind Date, which you can read here: Fake Blind Date If you haven’t already, I suggest reading that first.

➸ Word count: 3K

➸ Pairing: Hockey Player!JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: Sweaty JJK.

AN: I was so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from FBD and it really encouraged me to put this together. I really want to see where this goes, because I think it is a fun concept. My husband is a former hockey player, so he helped me with some of the scenarios for this (he’s the one who said “that dude is way too little to be a hockey player”, but I did my research and there are active players in hockey right now that are exactly JKs size, so I told my husband to shove it). Please enjoy sweaty smiley JK!

_____

Jungkook hadn't been expecting to find you when he had been called to meet his agent at the Le Chez Restaurant for a PR follow up and discussion of endorsement deals. He had come straight from a Press Conference in his best suit: black, of course (was there another color?) So he had been appropriately dressed for such a restaurant, even though it wasn't really his scene. He was more the Dive Bar, Draft on Tap, Sit at the Bar kind of guy, but his Agent liked the finer things, so he hadn't batted an eye when he suggested it for the meeting.

What had surprised him when he came in with a gust of wind at his back was you sitting all alone, sipping a glass of water with both hands wrapped around it, with tears in your eyes. You were hard to miss when he entered as you were straight ahead of the door, almost as though you had planned it that way, and you were incredibly pretty, besides. Jungkook wasn't much of a womanizer, like many of his teammates. He tended to be a bit quieter, and was more the long term dating type of guy. A romantic - his mom always said. So when he immediately connected eyes with you and felt an electric current go through his whole body at the shy smile you sent his way, he was hooked before he even processed the thought.

He would have just asked you for your number when he approached your table, but he was so curious to know why you looked about ready to cry that he never even got the words out of his mouth before he realized that you had been expecting someone and had mistakenly assumed he was it. He was used to people recognizing him, so he never even thought it possible that you would mistake him for someone else. By the time he realized the mistake, he was so deep into enjoying your time that he hadn't even noticed his agent entering the restaurant, let alone thought to correct you of your misconception of his identity.

When your date arrived and interrupted the conversation, he actually felt regretful and, regardless of how long his agent would have waited, he would have kept the ruse going for hours if he could, just to keep talking to you. Giving you the ticket to the game was a reflex. Ever since his career as a professional Hockey Player started, he'd gotten used to people asking for tickets to games, so he always kept spares on him. He liked having an audience, being a natural performer, and it was exciting knowing that the people watching were there just for him.

He wasn't sure if you would actually show or not. He hadn't had time to explain, and couldn't be sure if you would be annoyed or intrigued by him, but he hoped for the latter. It had made it incredibly difficult to listen to his agent for the rest of his meeting when you were looking adorable during your date, as you constantly flung your beautiful hair back over your shoulder.

So when game day arrived, he was a bit anxious, and asked one of the members of staff to keep an eye out on seat K15 in section 200 and to let him know if someone took the seat.

He was adjusting his laces and was just about to get up to grab his stick when the staff member came back to let him know that you, in fact, had arrived. He was beyond overjoyed and a bundle of energy, not only because of the game, but because of the excitement of seeing you again and getting to see your face when you realized who he was.

And he hadn't been disappointed.

You were currently looking his way with a confused, flushed look on your face. Even from this distance, you could tell he knew you were surprised and he seemed to be enjoying it as he skated backward with a dazzling look on his face. Cheeky.

It had certainly come as a surprise that your gorgeous Fake Date Man had turned out to be a professional Hockey Player. And not just any hockey player, but the ace of the team. You knew nothing about THE Jeon Jungkook when you walked in tonight, but by the end of the game, the other patrons around you made sure you knew him by the end. Number 1 All Around Draft Pick, Leading Scorer in the League for 3 years running, and the most assists AND points this season on the team. He was a Legend in the making, the guy two seats down from you told you. He had endless nicknames too. They called him Golden Boy, because he was apparently good at everything. Not only was he the primary center, but he could sub in any position, even goalie. They called him Lightning on the Ice, because he was so fast and so strong, he could be down the ice and scoring before you could blink. He was tiny by comparison to most other Hockey Players, but he used it to his advantage.

And in the course of the game, you definitely got an eye full.

You couldn’t help it. Even his sweat was hot. And every time he made an incredible play or scored, he’d have this gorgeous baby boy smile on his face that had your heart stuttering. It didn’t help that the Jumbotron would splash his face on the screen as often as they could and so you got an eye full of his sparkly eyes and pearly white bunny teeth every few plays throughout the entire game. By the end, he wasn’t the only one sweating.

But it had you feeling pretty inadequate - you weren’t going to lie. You hadn’t been on the dating scene much and you were never a knock out, just a regular girl, you thought. So why was this famous, super sexy, super hot PROFESSIONAL AND RICH HOCKEY PLAYER giving you the time of day?

No idea.

But you didn’t have much time to wonder, because by the end of the game (Jungkook’s team won 3 to nil), you found yourself being approached by a member of staff.

“Ma’am?” Said the older man, holding a clipboard with a headset on, chewing gum with the whole force of his jaw.

You pointed to yourself when you realized he was talking to you.

“Yes, you,” he said, waving you toward him. “Follow me.”

You grabbed your things and said bye to the other fans you had made friends with during the game, and started to follow the man with the clipboard. He proceeded you into the tunnel and out into the main hall surrounding the rink. He walked pretty fast and the crowd was already starting to build from all the fans preparing to leave, so it wasn’t really possible to start a conversation, but you really wanted to know where he was taking you.

“Um, sir?” You practically yelled as you sprinted to keep up with him as he weaved through the crowd. “Where are we going?”

“The Press Lounge,” he said simply. “I don’t care what Jeon says, I’m not taking you to the Locker Room. That would start a media frenzy. Amazingly enough, the Press Lounge is the least suspicious place right after a game.”

“I’m sorry what?” you said as you struggled to keep up. You must have heard wrong. “Why am I going anywhere?”

He was nearly to a side door labeled “staff”, when he turned around to look at you confused and a bit incredulous, which had you faltering.

“I mean, it was nice of… Mr. Jeon to give me a ticket to watch the game, but I mean…I…”

What did you mean? You had no idea how to finish your sentence. You didn’t expect anything else from him? This hadn’t been your idea? Somehow in front of this older man smacking his gum and looking lazily over his shoulder, you wanted to to be clear that you weren’t some kind of groupie or something. You didn’t even know who he was when you first met him, for goodness sake!

Luckily, you were saved from having to finish your sentence, as clipboard guy got bored and turned back around to swing open the door to a kind of “backstage” area. It was so quiet you could hear the hinges of the door creak as you entered and he was walking so fast you barely had time to register the offices and filming equipment behind many of the glass windowed doors lining the hallway. At the end, clipboard guy stopped at a glass enclosed room with a TV and couch and waved you toward it, making the implication clear.

You entered and sat down. The TV was playing highlights from the game, taunting you with Jungkook’s handsome face once again. But otherwise the room was quiet and the hallway was deserted. You checked your watch and played a mobile game for a while as you waited, but eventually the TV switched to an interview with some of the players and while it didn’t originally hold your interest, the sound of a familiar voice had your head whipping up in a flash.

There he was, still in most of his gear from the game, sat behind 5 microphones with a press screen behind him in powder blue. His hair was drenched in sweat and he kept running his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. His TATTOOED hand. You don’t remember that detail from the other night…Good God. And he was smiling like a little boy, while looking like anything but. He was going to kill you; you were sure of it.

“Jeon, today’s goal marks your 10th this season, more than any other player in the league. How do you keep up the same kind of intensity game in and game out?” The interviewer off screen asked.

“It’s all a team effort. We practice hard, we play hard, and we just keep the intensity going. Anything is possible when you’ve got the kind of team work we’ve got.”

“But Debow said himself, you are a future Hall of Famer, what does that mean to you?”

“I’m just here to play Hockey, man,” Jungkook said with a side smile and a giggle that had the Press Room laughing and you practically panting. “Listen, I take this very seriously, and I want to win every game, but I’m like that because I know I’ve got people relying on me, just like I’m relying on them. We’re a team and we can’t win games without us all out there, so my focus is to stay healthy and in shape so I can do my part.”

The chorus of shouts from the Press rang out as you saw a sea of hands in the air in front of Jungkook. He called on one to the right and you caught the profile of a middle aged man as he held up a pen-waving hand.

“You guys are already being touted as the League favorites to win the Stanley Cup this year. What do you think your chances are of winning the coveted award after being denied in playoffs last season?”

“We’ve got some tough games ahead of us in the next few weeks. Phillie will be a tough one next week on the road, and Montreal will definitely give us a run for our money, but we will do like we always do: limit distractions and keep our noses to the ice. Stanley Cup is the goal, and we will do everything we can to get there this year.”

By the time the interview was over, your cheeks were practically sore from smiling so much. If anything, you were even more intrigued by this humble king. Could he be any more perfect? God. His sweat probably even smells like candy. Rude.

It was with that thought that you suddenly heard a door open in the distance, and you barely had time to prepare before you saw the silhouette of a man further down the hall and before you knew it Jeon Jungkook was facing you from further down the hall as you stood from the couch and began playing with your hair to give yourself something to do. His eyes were glued to you and his smile was infectious as he made his way toward the glass enclosed room you were in all alone. By the time he was at the door swinging it open with more force than necessary, you were practically shaking and your face was probably a tomato. It was a miracle you could even make eye contact, especially as his confident stare was doing things to you.

“Uh, hi,” he said and laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair in what was clearly a nervous tick. “So, uh…surprise…?” he said almost in a question as he scratched the back of his head.

He was still in his jersey and pads, but he had swapped his skates for slides, and it should have been silly looking, but you were practically drooling instead. He really had you at a disadvantage.

“It certainly was a surprise!” You responded, probably louder than necessary, but your voice felt unused at this point.

You coughed to clear away the jitters, and he smiled at your flustered reaction.

“I wanted to get the chance to apologize for the other night.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not used to people not knowing who I am.”

“Oh.”

His hand was back in his hair and the nervous look was back on his face as he rushed to clarify, “I only mean that…I hadn’t meant to trick you or anything. I wasn’t trying to lie to you.”

You nodded your head and tucked your hair behind your ear in your own nervous tick. He clearly had more to say as his hand was extended out toward you in a gesture of appeasement and he had a desperate look in his eyes. You waited patiently for him to continue, looking up at him through your lashes in shyness.

“I honestly just wanted to talk to you. You stole my attention from the second I walked into that restaurant, and I didn’t even care if I looked like an idiot, I just had to talk to you.”

Your face was heating up at his confession and he was taking steps toward you as he seemed to read your willingness to listen.

“And then you seemed to know me, so I just followed along. It took me a while to figure it all out, but then I was just really enjoying your company and didn’t want to leave. Did you feel it too?”

Being asked the question came as a surprise to you and you gulped as you responded with a nod. He let out a relieved sigh in response.

“Thank God it wasn’t just me!”

He took another step toward you and the air in the space seemed to get heavier as you could almost feel the heat from his body at the new proximity. You tilted your head back to be able to look him in the eye. His big doe eyes were just as beautiful as they’d been in that restaurant. His dark hair was messy and wet. There was a trail of sweat down the side of his face. None of it mattered, nor did your reservations and feelings of inadequacy. Despite everything, or maybe because of everything, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that exact moment.

“We’ve got an away game coming up in a few days, and then I’ll be pretty busy coming up with playoffs on the horizon, but I mean…What do you think?” He asked, drawing your attention away from his lips and your desperate yearnings. “Will you give me a second chance to prove myself? I’d really like to take you on an actual date, if you’d let me.”

You felt your heartbeat speed up. The excitement of the possibilities take a full hold on you before you even try to answer. Here was an oxymoron of a man. Cute, yet unbelievably sexy. He could convince you of anything with his big doe eyes, but his body was sinful. You couldn’t deny the magnetism you felt the first time you met him and it wasn’t any less now. He was confident and strong and seemed very aware of his own importance as one of the best Hockey Players in the sport. Why else would he have invited you to the game, except to show off a bit? And yet he talked in interviews like he wasn’t full of his own importance, and he seemed shy and unsure when talking to you, and you were very aware of your own nobody status, especially when faced with THE Jeon Jungkook. He was kind in the restaurant, being patient with responses you gave, listened attentively, and asked questions - like he really cared! But he wasn’t lacking in his own observations and shared just as much. He was a perfect blend of good qualities. And while you knew that the ugly qualities would show themselves eventually. I mean, no one is without fault, even this seemingly perfect paragon. But you found yourself more interested to discover them, than you were afraid of them.

You smiled sweetly, which caused him to smile in hope. He almost seemed breathless. You giggled at his seeming eagerness.

“What did you have in mind?”

😆 I’m glad you liked it! Our not-so-teenage hearts can grin together 😘

➸ Rated All

➸ Summary: After the oddest blind date scenario you could have possibly imagined, you find yourself at the hockey game with the ticket your fake blind date gave you. As the game progresses, you learn a little bit more about THE Jeon Jungkook.

This is part 2 of Fake Blind Date, which you can read here: Fake Blind Date If you haven’t already, I suggest reading that first.

➸ Word count: 3K

➸ Pairing: Hockey Player!JK x reader

➸ Genre: Fluff

➸ Warnings: Sweaty JJK.

AN: I was so overwhelmed by the positive feedback from FBD and it really encouraged me to put this together. I really want to see where this goes, because I think it is a fun concept. My husband is a former hockey player, so he helped me with some of the scenarios for this (he’s the one who said “that dude is way too little to be a hockey player”, but I did my research and there are active players in hockey right now that are exactly JKs size, so I told my husband to shove it). Please enjoy sweaty smiley JK!

_____

Jungkook hadn't been expecting to find you when he had been called to meet his agent at the Le Chez Restaurant for a PR follow up and discussion of endorsement deals. He had come straight from a Press Conference in his best suit: black, of course (was there another color?) So he had been appropriately dressed for such a restaurant, even though it wasn't really his scene. He was more the Dive Bar, Draft on Tap, Sit at the Bar kind of guy, but his Agent liked the finer things, so he hadn't batted an eye when he suggested it for the meeting.

What had surprised him when he came in with a gust of wind at his back was you sitting all alone, sipping a glass of water with both hands wrapped around it, with tears in your eyes. You were hard to miss when he entered as you were straight ahead of the door, almost as though you had planned it that way, and you were incredibly pretty, besides. Jungkook wasn't much of a womanizer, like many of his teammates. He tended to be a bit quieter, and was more the long term dating type of guy. A romantic - his mom always said. So when he immediately connected eyes with you and felt an electric current go through his whole body at the shy smile you sent his way, he was hooked before he even processed the thought.

He would have just asked you for your number when he approached your table, but he was so curious to know why you looked about ready to cry that he never even got the words out of his mouth before he realized that you had been expecting someone and had mistakenly assumed he was it. He was used to people recognizing him, so he never even thought it possible that you would mistake him for someone else. By the time he realized the mistake, he was so deep into enjoying your time that he hadn't even noticed his agent entering the restaurant, let alone thought to correct you of your misconception of his identity.

When your date arrived and interrupted the conversation, he actually felt regretful and, regardless of how long his agent would have waited, he would have kept the ruse going for hours if he could, just to keep talking to you. Giving you the ticket to the game was a reflex. Ever since his career as a professional Hockey Player started, he'd gotten used to people asking for tickets to games, so he always kept spares on him. He liked having an audience, being a natural performer, and it was exciting knowing that the people watching were there just for him.

He wasn't sure if you would actually show or not. He hadn't had time to explain, and couldn't be sure if you would be annoyed or intrigued by him, but he hoped for the latter. It had made it incredibly difficult to listen to his agent for the rest of his meeting when you were looking adorable during your date, as you constantly flung your beautiful hair back over your shoulder.

So when game day arrived, he was a bit anxious, and asked one of the members of staff to keep an eye out on seat K15 in section 200 and to let him know if someone took the seat.

He was adjusting his laces and was just about to get up to grab his stick when the staff member came back to let him know that you, in fact, had arrived. He was beyond overjoyed and a bundle of energy, not only because of the game, but because of the excitement of seeing you again and getting to see your face when you realized who he was.

And he hadn't been disappointed.

You were currently looking his way with a confused, flushed look on your face. Even from this distance, you could tell he knew you were surprised and he seemed to be enjoying it as he skated backward with a dazzling look on his face. Cheeky.

It had certainly come as a surprise that your gorgeous Fake Date Man had turned out to be a professional Hockey Player. And not just any hockey player, but the ace of the team. You knew nothing about THE Jeon Jungkook when you walked in tonight, but by the end of the game, the other patrons around you made sure you knew him by the end. Number 1 All Around Draft Pick, Leading Scorer in the League for 3 years running, and the most assists AND points this season on the team. He was a Legend in the making, the guy two seats down from you told you. He had endless nicknames too. They called him Golden Boy, because he was apparently good at everything. Not only was he the primary center, but he could sub in any position, even goalie. They called him Lightning on the Ice, because he was so fast and so strong, he could be down the ice and scoring before you could blink. He was tiny by comparison to most other Hockey Players, but he used it to his advantage.

And in the course of the game, you definitely got an eye full.

You couldn’t help it. Even his sweat was hot. And every time he made an incredible play or scored, he’d have this gorgeous baby boy smile on his face that had your heart stuttering. It didn’t help that the Jumbotron would splash his face on the screen as often as they could and so you got an eye full of his sparkly eyes and pearly white bunny teeth every few plays throughout the entire game. By the end, he wasn’t the only one sweating.

But it had you feeling pretty inadequate - you weren’t going to lie. You hadn’t been on the dating scene much and you were never a knock out, just a regular girl, you thought. So why was this famous, super sexy, super hot PROFESSIONAL AND RICH HOCKEY PLAYER giving you the time of day?

No idea.

But you didn’t have much time to wonder, because by the end of the game (Jungkook’s team won 3 to nil), you found yourself being approached by a member of staff.

“Ma’am?” Said the older man, holding a clipboard with a headset on, chewing gum with the whole force of his jaw.

You pointed to yourself when you realized he was talking to you.

“Yes, you,” he said, waving you toward him. “Follow me.”

You grabbed your things and said bye to the other fans you had made friends with during the game, and started to follow the man with the clipboard. He proceeded you into the tunnel and out into the main hall surrounding the rink. He walked pretty fast and the crowd was already starting to build from all the fans preparing to leave, so it wasn’t really possible to start a conversation, but you really wanted to know where he was taking you.

“Um, sir?” You practically yelled as you sprinted to keep up with him as he weaved through the crowd. “Where are we going?”

“The Press Lounge,” he said simply. “I don’t care what Jeon says, I’m not taking you to the Locker Room. That would start a media frenzy. Amazingly enough, the Press Lounge is the least suspicious place right after a game.”

“I’m sorry what?” you said as you struggled to keep up. You must have heard wrong. “Why am I going anywhere?”

He was nearly to a side door labeled “staff”, when he turned around to look at you confused and a bit incredulous, which had you faltering.

“I mean, it was nice of… Mr. Jeon to give me a ticket to watch the game, but I mean…I…”

What did you mean? You had no idea how to finish your sentence. You didn’t expect anything else from him? This hadn’t been your idea? Somehow in front of this older man smacking his gum and looking lazily over his shoulder, you wanted to to be clear that you weren’t some kind of groupie or something. You didn’t even know who he was when you first met him, for goodness sake!

Luckily, you were saved from having to finish your sentence, as clipboard guy got bored and turned back around to swing open the door to a kind of “backstage” area. It was so quiet you could hear the hinges of the door creak as you entered and he was walking so fast you barely had time to register the offices and filming equipment behind many of the glass windowed doors lining the hallway. At the end, clipboard guy stopped at a glass enclosed room with a TV and couch and waved you toward it, making the implication clear.

You entered and sat down. The TV was playing highlights from the game, taunting you with Jungkook’s handsome face once again. But otherwise the room was quiet and the hallway was deserted. You checked your watch and played a mobile game for a while as you waited, but eventually the TV switched to an interview with some of the players and while it didn’t originally hold your interest, the sound of a familiar voice had your head whipping up in a flash.

There he was, still in most of his gear from the game, sat behind 5 microphones with a press screen behind him in powder blue. His hair was drenched in sweat and he kept running his hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. His TATTOOED hand. You don’t remember that detail from the other night…Good God. And he was smiling like a little boy, while looking like anything but. He was going to kill you; you were sure of it.

“Jeon, today’s goal marks your 10th this season, more than any other player in the league. How do you keep up the same kind of intensity game in and game out?” The interviewer off screen asked.

“It’s all a team effort. We practice hard, we play hard, and we just keep the intensity going. Anything is possible when you’ve got the kind of team work we’ve got.”

“But Debow said himself, you are a future Hall of Famer, what does that mean to you?”

“I’m just here to play Hockey, man,” Jungkook said with a side smile and a giggle that had the Press Room laughing and you practically panting. “Listen, I take this very seriously, and I want to win every game, but I’m like that because I know I’ve got people relying on me, just like I’m relying on them. We’re a team and we can’t win games without us all out there, so my focus is to stay healthy and in shape so I can do my part.”

The chorus of shouts from the Press rang out as you saw a sea of hands in the air in front of Jungkook. He called on one to the right and you caught the profile of a middle aged man as he held up a pen-waving hand.

“You guys are already being touted as the League favorites to win the Stanley Cup this year. What do you think your chances are of winning the coveted award after being denied in playoffs last season?”

“We’ve got some tough games ahead of us in the next few weeks. Phillie will be a tough one next week on the road, and Montreal will definitely give us a run for our money, but we will do like we always do: limit distractions and keep our noses to the ice. Stanley Cup is the goal, and we will do everything we can to get there this year.”

By the time the interview was over, your cheeks were practically sore from smiling so much. If anything, you were even more intrigued by this humble king. Could he be any more perfect? God. His sweat probably even smells like candy. Rude.

It was with that thought that you suddenly heard a door open in the distance, and you barely had time to prepare before you saw the silhouette of a man further down the hall and before you knew it Jeon Jungkook was facing you from further down the hall as you stood from the couch and began playing with your hair to give yourself something to do. His eyes were glued to you and his smile was infectious as he made his way toward the glass enclosed room you were in all alone. By the time he was at the door swinging it open with more force than necessary, you were practically shaking and your face was probably a tomato. It was a miracle you could even make eye contact, especially as his confident stare was doing things to you.

“Uh, hi,” he said and laughed as he ran his fingers through his hair in what was clearly a nervous tick. “So, uh…surprise…?” he said almost in a question as he scratched the back of his head.

He was still in his jersey and pads, but he had swapped his skates for slides, and it should have been silly looking, but you were practically drooling instead. He really had you at a disadvantage.

“It certainly was a surprise!” You responded, probably louder than necessary, but your voice felt unused at this point.

You coughed to clear away the jitters, and he smiled at your flustered reaction.

“I wanted to get the chance to apologize for the other night.”

“Oh?”

“I’m not used to people not knowing who I am.”

“Oh.”

His hand was back in his hair and the nervous look was back on his face as he rushed to clarify, “I only mean that…I hadn’t meant to trick you or anything. I wasn’t trying to lie to you.”

You nodded your head and tucked your hair behind your ear in your own nervous tick. He clearly had more to say as his hand was extended out toward you in a gesture of appeasement and he had a desperate look in his eyes. You waited patiently for him to continue, looking up at him through your lashes in shyness.

“I honestly just wanted to talk to you. You stole my attention from the second I walked into that restaurant, and I didn’t even care if I looked like an idiot, I just had to talk to you.”

Your face was heating up at his confession and he was taking steps toward you as he seemed to read your willingness to listen.

“And then you seemed to know me, so I just followed along. It took me a while to figure it all out, but then I was just really enjoying your company and didn’t want to leave. Did you feel it too?”

Being asked the question came as a surprise to you and you gulped as you responded with a nod. He let out a relieved sigh in response.

“Thank God it wasn’t just me!”

He took another step toward you and the air in the space seemed to get heavier as you could almost feel the heat from his body at the new proximity. You tilted your head back to be able to look him in the eye. His big doe eyes were just as beautiful as they’d been in that restaurant. His dark hair was messy and wet. There was a trail of sweat down the side of his face. None of it mattered, nor did your reservations and feelings of inadequacy. Despite everything, or maybe because of everything, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him at that exact moment.

“We’ve got an away game coming up in a few days, and then I’ll be pretty busy coming up with playoffs on the horizon, but I mean…What do you think?” He asked, drawing your attention away from his lips and your desperate yearnings. “Will you give me a second chance to prove myself? I’d really like to take you on an actual date, if you’d let me.”

You felt your heartbeat speed up. The excitement of the possibilities take a full hold on you before you even try to answer. Here was an oxymoron of a man. Cute, yet unbelievably sexy. He could convince you of anything with his big doe eyes, but his body was sinful. You couldn’t deny the magnetism you felt the first time you met him and it wasn’t any less now. He was confident and strong and seemed very aware of his own importance as one of the best Hockey Players in the sport. Why else would he have invited you to the game, except to show off a bit? And yet he talked in interviews like he wasn’t full of his own importance, and he seemed shy and unsure when talking to you, and you were very aware of your own nobody status, especially when faced with THE Jeon Jungkook. He was kind in the restaurant, being patient with responses you gave, listened attentively, and asked questions - like he really cared! But he wasn’t lacking in his own observations and shared just as much. He was a perfect blend of good qualities. And while you knew that the ugly qualities would show themselves eventually. I mean, no one is without fault, even this seemingly perfect paragon. But you found yourself more interested to discover them, than you were afraid of them.

You smiled sweetly, which caused him to smile in hope. He almost seemed breathless. You giggled at his seeming eagerness.

“What did you have in mind?”