Fic: Hotshot - Tumblr Posts

hotshot

filed under: i should be embarrassed but i’m not 

notes: opposing hotshot player hobi uses some vulgar language when talking about you during play and jungkook doesn’t like that. at all.  

warnings: making out, grinding, partial nudity (bare chest), sweaty kook

“what,” your hands smack down on the walls of the penalty box. “was that?”

jungkook won’t look at you, won’t even acknowledge the edge in your voice, and it only makes your anger sky rocket that much higher.

he’s never been that rough of a player, which is why you couldn’t help but recoil when you watched him blatantly tackle the opposing defence into the ice, putting him in the beginnings of a headlock before being ripped apart by security. he all but started beating the guy with his $200 stick.

“have you lost your mind or something? do you want to be benched for the rest of the fucking season?” you hiss, watching your manager stomp over in the distance.

jungkook still won’t make eye contact and only now do you register his clenched jaw, temple dipping in and out with the way he grinds it, face sheathed in sweat so the tips of his bangs are soaked. he’s hunched over with his elbows planted on his knees, too big in his gear, gloves twisting his stick incessantly to the point where you fear it’ll snap.

you wait desperately for an answer he won’t give, line of vision focused on the match he’s not watching. those big almond eyes you adore are hidden by his furrowed brow, angry and cold and petty and nothing like the jungkook you lov-know.

you stalk away with a huff once his manager starts scolding, gloved hands fisted in your pockets. whatever was wrong with him, he picked the wrong girl to reveal his asshole persona to.

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