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90s LOVE — park jay

➞ bf!jay x f!reader

➞ hockey!au, inspired by the 90s love by nct u mv !!!

➞ synopsis : jay plays against your ex's hockey team

➞ fluff????

➞ word count : 1.6k

➞ tw : jay kicking ass semi-violent fight moment, swearing, just an itty bitty mention of blood

ᓚᘏᗢ aj — LOLLL took me so long to acc publish anything on here. if she sucks lets just pretend she doesn’t. smth short for tonight bc this is all i’ve been thinking of recently. enforcer refers to a player that deters and respond to violent play by the opposing team by starting fights w them. ALSO HAHAH I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HOCKEY.

jay’s vision blurs momentarily as he gets shoved into the side panels of the rink. he regains his balance quickly though, and he brushes off the aching pain in his shoulders. he looks up hoping to get a glimpse of the jersey number that had just body checked him. he stomps on the ice, breezing past his teammates and the opposing team alike. he scans the ice for the puck and finds an open spot, and he watches his team fall back into a defensive position when they fail to shoot the puck into the opposing team's net.

that stupid number 10 was getting on jay’s nerve. he wore his jersey proudly as he strutted the ice with such toxicity. he was a bad player. he had been playing dirty, and the refs weren’t calling any of it. they turned a blind eye to it. he was known as one of the enforcers for the opposing team. now, jay was in no way the enforcer of his team; that was left for his other teammates. jay was the center of his team. jay was warned about number 10. not by his teammates nor his coach, but by his girlfriend.

"jay whatever he says or does during the game. just ignore him."

jay wanted to ignore him so bad. jay could tolerate the rough play on the ice; the shoving was all part of the game, and that game, jay could play. but the comments were much worse to tolerate. not when they included you. number 10 was your ex, jang jiwook. the stories you had a hard time opening up to jay about made jay hate his guts, despite not knowing the guy at all. upon hearing about the things he had done to you, jay just had to know what he looked like to at least keep an eye out for you when in public. throughout the entirety of the first half of the game, jiwook had been throwing comments left and right to jay about you, his beloved girlfriend. the misogynistic name-calling was enough to get steam blowing out of jay’s ears as if he were an animated character. while jay was good at keeping his temper in check, he couldn’t keep ignoring what jiwook was saying about you. jay wanted to listen to you so bad. he didn’t want to upset you first and foremost.

jiwook skates past jay again, briskly brushing past his shoulder. jay manages to skate into an open spot where he steals the puck away from the current holder and is able to turn the game around from there. upon rounding to the blue line nearest to the opposing team's net. jay looks to his right, finding jiwook coming in with such speed that he is sure he is about to come in and bulldoze jay. and so he passes the puck to another teammate, hoping they will be able to finish the play and score for their team. his teammate is able to make the score, which leads to a chorus of cheers from their school crowd.

jiwook skates up past jay with a smirk playing on his lips. jay’s irritation begins to grow.

"i heard you were with yn? have fun with my leftovers." and with that, he skates away. jay can hear him chuckling under his breath. jay breathes out for a moment. the cold arena makes his hot breath come out as a white fog. eyes averted to the clock and then back to the game. jay’s eyes watch carefully as his teammates skate with such vigour; he can hear the calls from left and right, yet as sunghoon calls out for jay to pass to, before he can even receive the puck in the bill of his stick, a body comes smashing into his side, sending jay toppling over.

the audience falls into a frenzy, some cheering, some complaining. jay’s teammates turn their heads in concern for his condition. jay feels jiwook’s heavy weight lift off him, and jiwooks teammates are hitting their sticks against the boards of the rink. despite the heavy hit to his head, jay can still see straight, and all he wants to go for is the big blue jersey with the numbers 10 stamped in white letters plastered on the back.

sunghoon approaches jay; he asks him if he’s okay. but his words just sounded slurred to jay, who begins catching up to jiwook. sunghoon looks towards the student section of the audience in search of you. fully knowing what’s about to happen next.

jay can hear the shouts of his teammates in the players box, and he is sure his coach is mixed in there yelling about not following the play. but he simply shakes his white gloves off and rips his helmet off his head, proceeding to toss it to the side. his right arm comes to tap jiwooks shoulder, who spins around on his skates only to be met with jay’s cold fist to his face. the crowd's roars intensify after the first hit.

the first hit is enough to get the helmet twisted partially off jiwook’s head. but the second left hook knocks the helmet clean off. leaving a defenceless jiwook to jay’s assault. jiwooks arms come to either side of jay’s bulky arms, and he quickly rips his gloves off in an attempt to retaliate for the violence. jay is full of rage; he is already burning up under all the equipment layered on his body.

"don’t fucking talk about yn like that," jay tells him. hair disheveled. jiwook struggles against jay who throws the last punch before the refs tear the two boys apart. jay comes back to his senses upon being scolded by the referee as he gets ushered to the penalty box. jiwook is skating with crimson blood slowly dripping from his nose, it drips onto his chin and onto the neck cut of his jersey.

jay refuses to look at jiwook from the penalty box, but when he cranes his neck to look at the spot where you reside among the other watchers in the arena, he fails to find you. but he knows you are probably upset at him for acting out. despite your warnings for jay, he never promised you that he wouldn’t hurt jang jiwook.

after five minutes in the box, he returns to the players box, where his teammates cheer him on and praise him for being able to square up to an enforcer despite being a center. fighting wasn’t jay’s job, at least not on the ice. but fighting for you? it was his job, and he takes his job very seriously. his teammates send him to the locker room, and jay wholeheartedly expects his coach to be in the locker room, where he would get scolded and lectured for not waiting on an enforcer on his team to take the damage for him. that wasn’t what entirely plagued his mind though.

upon reaching the changing rooms, he pushes them open and expects to face his rugged and scary coach. but as he prepares to feel his coach’s wrath rain down on him, he finds you instead. your purse dangling by your side while you stand with your arms crossed. you wear jay’s jersey with pride, regardless of his new reputation on the ice and the several stares people gave you when you began to make your way to the change rooms to talk to jay.

"look, i’m sorry—"

"you fucked him up good, you know." you told him, and jay lets out a breath of relief. you weren’t that mad. at least if you were, it wasn’t really showing. "he was saying shit about you. what did you expect me to do?" jay asks you, crossing his arms over his chest to mimic you.

"didn’t i tell you to ignore him?"

"how ‘bout you try ignoring my ex when she calls me her leftovers?" jay argues, huffing out in annoyance. jay sits on one of the benches, exhausted and with his head still spinning. you stop your movements. "he called me his leftovers?" your expression morphs to that of amusement. "well now i’m glad that you kicked his ass." you say. maneuvering past the other benches and duffle bags scattered over the floor. you take jay’s head into your arms and stand between his legs. he lays his head on your chest automatically. jay’s arms come around your torso, hugging you closer to him. a hand rests on one of his shoulders while the other tangles in jay’s hair.

"and to be clear, if your ex said anything bad about you, i would fight her too." you laugh softly. you can hear jay’s muffled chuckles. "i think i've got to go before your coach actually comes and scolds you." you tell him softly. he lets out a whine, his arms circling around you tighter, refusing to let you go.

"you still have a game to play, jay." you tell him sweetly, hands coming to his shoulders. he parts from you. looking up at you with such a yearning gaze. his eyes are soft. contrasting the way his eyes sharpened when he looked at jiwook with such fervour during the game. you bend down to press a kiss onto the corner of jay’s lip. when you pull away, jay follows your lips. his eyes fluttered closed and not realizing what he was doing. a small smirk appears on his lips as he looks away from you and refocuses his gaze onto a different corner of the room out of a sudden burst of timidness. jay would do anything for you, even if that meant getting benched for the rest of the season because your loser dickhead ex boyfriend is salty you found a better man.

"park, you’re supposed to be attacking the net, not the opposing players." you and jay jump at the voice of jay’s coach booming through the locker room.

THE END WAHOOOOOOO

Gambler

pairing; adult!gambler!jay x fem. reader

genre; fluffy I guess

warnings; cursing, gambling, loss of tOO much money, drinking, that's all

summary; your boyfriend had lost you on a gamble, even though you're were not sure you weren't happy with that.

I'm sorry I haven't posted the 1st part of the other fic I'm writing but I had this idea and had to write about it y'all.

Fools.

That was what Park Jongseong thought when he first stepped into Fever Casino, the most known one in the country.

As soon as he stepped inside he smelled the awful smell of cigarettes and saw old men sitting on every table, some hitting them, some yelling and others had a devastated look on their face.

That's life for you buddy. He thought.

He would only be there for a little time, that was a promise he made to himself before he even went there, but his mind had long forgotten the promise, once he saw a table empty, some young lads sitting there and asking the waiter to bring them something to drink.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked the young ones.

"If you got money, it's all yours bro" a dark haired man said, whose name he later learnt was seonghwa.

"I sure have more than you, my dear." Jay spoke, he had manners but seonghwa's remark about money made him understand that he probably was one of those, money hungry teens that end up loosing half of them.

They started making Betts and playing poker, more people had gathered around the youngsters and watched as the game had been going on for quite a long time. Only one person looked uncomfortable and had been looking like that for the last twenty minutes. He went by the name heeseung and his eyes looked worried and shaky. It was his turn when he broke down on the table and let out a sigh.

"I guess this is the moment where I put on something big on the table and I'm left without a penny in my pocket" he let our a sarcastic laugh and went on, "I really am left without a penny to be honest, and this might be cheesy of me to say but I'm betting my girlfriend, she isn't older than me, really beautiful, kind but kind of boring" he finished.

Jay looked like he had heard the most unfunny joke on the planet. Who would bet their match? Most importantly, who would find a woman boring? Right, ignorant men who only cared about themselves.

Jay had decided he would win the poker much, he had put an insane amount of money on the table and he knew a couple of tricks to win any poker match. He had to thank Jake for these later. He wouldn't let a woman become an object to any of the ignorant men sitting with him, he would simply let her go.

As soon as he won, he looked at seonghwa and said, "oh well, I guess I really do have money" as he hit everyone's money he had won. Seonghwa glared at him but left him alone as he also left the casino for that night.

He then looked at heeseung and murmured a "you're done dude" in the least sympathetic way possible. Who would sell their girlfriend like that? Coming to think of it, he looked like he would give it to anyone who placed money on the table. Oh how jay wanted to hit him on the face for doing that to someone who might have loved him. He was determined to make the girl feel better after that night. He headed to the casino's bar and sat on one of the high stools, asking for a strong drink, when a girl with a little smudged mascara sat on the stool beside him. Maybe it was the night's adrenaline but she looked cute under the red lights of the bar.

"Please don't tell me that you're one of those dudes to spend money and give away their girlfriends"

Well that was brutal.

"No I'm actually not, I came to forget about my family drama and ended up winning a girl. Poor her, heeseung must have been a shithead" he let out his thoughts as he hoped the girl wouldn't leave him in his misery after what she had heard.

"No way-"

"Hey cut the sarcasm" he cut her off.

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"Hey cut the sarcasm" the young man cut you mid sentence and you tapped him on the shoulder, for him to turn to you.

"Dude, i would tell you that I was heeseung's girlfriend, you cutting my sentence is honestly quite a rude way to meet your new girl" you let out sarcastically and started laughing as he let out an exasperated laugh too.

"Hey I'm honestly so sorry for that, you've been having a shitty night I suppose?" he said, looking into your orbs and cracking into a smile.

"Could have been worse, could have been better, but at least, I got a chance to wear this dress!" You let out excitedly as you pointed at your long red glittery dress that you were oh so excited to wear to a date.

Some time had passed and you got to meet Jay a bit more, he told you about his full name that he didn't really want to use for a casino entrance and didn't forget to talk about how stupid heeseung must have been.

"I know you've been having a shitty night and we've know eachother for an hour or less but would you like to go on a date with me?"

"Jay, I'd love too, even if we've known each other because you were a poker match winner and I was a bet, doesn't mean I don't like you."

"Great, let's get out of here, where would you like to go?" he stood up from his stool and waited for you.

"Wait, right now?" to say you were flabbergasted was an understatement as you could see the joy in his eyes whenever he looked at you in the last hour.

"Yes!! Let me make this night, one you would want to remember as a happy one!"

And to say that it was a night you would remember as a happy one would also be and understatement as you would like to thank park jongseong for it.