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Starboy II: Out of your League

#TB to your first mistake; the night you met Jaebum and asked him to take you home, way back in September.

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Protagonists: Im Jaebum & You

Word Count: 3k

Genre: SFW – University!au – Baseball!Au – Romance – *Hook Ups* – *Socially offensive language* – Mini-Series

Lysandre’s note: FRET NOT! IT’S HERE ANON! 💗

You nod along to whatever the man-with-the-man-bun is saying; he’s hot but obnoxious. Feeling the buzz of the alcohol through your veins, you let your eyes survey the crowd of prospects at the welcoming Sport’s Dep party. Makayla and your other friends all disappeared one by one with dates, you wish at least one was still there to coach you on men.

Do and do not.

You’re certain your interlocutor is a definite do not. He’s handsome, but the fact that he’s been pestering you with Rick and Morty references is a major turn off. He’s a Frat boy, the type to start calling his dick pickle Rick as soon as his pants are off and that’d be a huge – or small, let’s be realistic – let down. You take a sip of the beer you brought over, amused by your train of thoughts.

Feeling observed, you search the crowd for familiar faces. That’s when you spot them: three members of the baseball team. They’re standing in a corner of the living room, across the dance floor, in deep conversation. One is named Choi Youngjae, the middle one is a stranger and the last one is Kim Yugyeom. You kind of recognize them since the school’s med clinic you work at has a tight relationship with the teams. Also, they’re always wearing their team’s jacket, probably just to show off and get girls.

It’s quite ironical, since baseball is probably the least sexy sport ever. Still, sportsmen are perfect for a casual one-night stand, perfect for a commitment-phobic like you. This is what you’re out looking for tonight a hook-up. You let your friends convinced you this was a good idea because you needed a quick fix. Now, you just need to choose one of those baseball guys, they’d be perfect since you don’t even want a callback...

You start with studying Yugyeom as a potential; the youngest addition to the team. Totally ignoring the Rick and Morty guy still trying to bore you to bed, you detail the man-boy with an expert gaze; sharp eyes, long legs, strong hands. Not bad, he could do just fine. He is quite handsome up close, you know because you’re his rehabilitation practitioner. He injured his wrist at practice last week. It looks like you’ll have to cover for Dr. Tran at the clinic again this year, but you don’t mind if his patients are as cute as this.

You gave the young player exercises to fortify his wrist and you’re supposed to meet weekly as a medical follow-up for a few months. Realizing this you blush heavily, you aren’t a Doctor though; there isn’t technically anything inappropriate about a kinesiologist relationship with a patient. You hold no real authority over Yugyeom, still, you cringe remembering he’s only twenty-one years old.

You need good sex – a guy more your age would probably be a safer bet.

Moving your evaluating gaze to the two other men next to him, a giggle escapes you. There is something ever so fulfilling in the idea of being the hunter tonight. Your friends were right, you should stop asking yourself too many questions and just go for it. You haven’t had sex in over a year and no mid-twenties commitment-phobic should fear one night stands.

No strings, no questions, no small talk.

Those were Makayla’s rules. Just pure filthy sex.

“Everything a’ight?” The man next to you stops his monologue, startled by your impromptu giggle. Thankfully, a simple nod is enough to start him again and you’re glad to resume your analysis of the jocks at the other side of the room.

The second player to be considered, you only know by name; Choi Youngjae.

He was the cute guy in your Human Visceral Anatomy class last year. He was memorable; he threw up when the class dissected a human dead body. You still remember how he changed colours when the teacher began to cut the hard skin of the torso with the scalpel. People teased him after that, but he didn’t drop out, ranking second-best in the class – after you – at the end of the semester. Right, determination and a certain love of challenge are probably useful qualities in a lover.

That’s it – he’d do – Let’s have meaningless sex, Choi Youngjae. Downing your beer, you fish for a new one in your purse and open it right away.

No strings. No questions. No small talk.

You start to walk towards the baseball trio with fake confidence, heartlessly leaving the Rick and Morty fan hanging in a middle of a sentence.

You can do it, y/n! You can have sex with strangers too… A stranger… Not strangerS. Oh my god, sex with one guy at a time! It’s enough for a first one-night stand experience, right? It’s a proposition between two consenting adults, there’s nothing to be ashamed of... You can do it! Fighting your own anxiety, you continue to walk forward with an almost convincing determination.

Just as you are getting close enough to capture the attention of the players, a petite silhouette appears out of nowhere, wraps her arms around your target’s waist and walks away with him.

Abort mission, girlfriend alert. ABORT.

You stop dead in your tracks but halfway through turning around, Yugyeom calls you out since you’re in the middle of the place and were obviously heading towards them. “Hey! Miss y/n!”

Wincing, you face him with a bright fake smile. “Hiiiii, Yugyeom! Please, call me y/n, just like everyone else.”

“Jaebum, this is y/n, she’s studying Kinesiology, she helps me with my wrist! That’s Jaebum, he’s on the baseball team too.” Obviously.

The young man smiles, vaguely gesturing the man standing next to him – the third one you haven’t taken the time to consider as a potential lover and...

Holy shit.

That guy is drop-dead gorgeous. Way out of your league. Since you spend several seconds staring, he raises an eyebrow, entertained.

“Hi, y/n”, your name rolls off his tongue like he knows you, so wrongly it feels right, “thanks for taking good care of our youngest.” He nods, holding your gaze too intensely.

“Hi-i, it’s nothing – H-How’s the wrist?” Highly intimidated, you turn your attention back to Yuygeom, looking at his hands only to find them wrapped around a red cup. “Are you drinking?” You shake your head, disapproving. “Athletes shouldn’t get drunk!”

The man-boy drops his eyes, blushing at your scolding, but his teammate only bursts out laughing. “Did you actually bring your own beer to a Uni party?” He asks, and you turn to face him, surprised by his playful tone.

Everything about that Jaebum’s face is knifelike; his eyes, nose, chin. You would’ve assumed his personality to be as intimidating as his features. When you don’t answer, he taps the glass of the beer in your right hand to illustrate his point, offering you a dangerously perfect smile. He’s enjoying this random interaction a little too much, as though he’s interested in an actual answer.

Oh my god, is that guy flirting with me?

“Y-yes, it’s safer”, you gulp, mind turning to Jell-o and forgetting all about your sexy plans. You sound so dumb and boring, exposing that a party like this isn’t your crowd at all. You need to change the subject asap. “Anyway guys, you shouldn't drink. Don’t you have a game in two days?”

“Yes, we’re on water actually!” Yugyeom pouts cutely, sorry about it as he shows you what’s in his cup. “Besides, let’s be real, I probably won’t even get to pla–”

“Gyeom?” His teammate cuts him off, leaning against the wall behind him nonchalantly. You’re hyper-conscious his eyes haven’t left your face yet and he doesn’t even look to Yugyeom as he speaks. You feel seen. You’re sure the room wasn’t that warm 2 minutes prior.

“Yes, JB?”

“You said you wanted to dance, go have fun. Remember, the curfew?”

You watch in awe as the younger player agrees and obeys his friend. He promises to see you at his next appointment and says goodbye, disappearing in the crowd in the blink of an eye. Did Jaebum get rid of him to be left alone with you? Is it as easy as this for athletes to get girls? – Oh right, you’re here to hook up too. You study the man in front of you anew while drinking your beer slowly, he probably has meaningless sex very often. He looks way too relaxed about this smooth and flirty leave us alone move.

“So, are you coming to our game on Sunday?” When you shake your head, he lets out a low chuckle and rubs his nape. “All that talk about drinking and you’re not even coming to see me play?”

See him play. You stare, blinking dumbly as he bites his lower lip, hopeful. He is flirting – the way out of your league guy is flirting – Holy shit, no one prepared you for that.

“W-what’s your favourite position?” Shit shit shit, too forward, too raw. Why are you so shitty at this? Why can’t you be normal with guys for once? No wonder your last relationship was forever ago and was so damn messy.

God, you hate yourself. You wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. The baseball player frowns confused as you’re filled with instant regrets and dread. That’s probably not how people insinuate to strangers that they want to have sex with them. Even animals have more complicated mating rituals. You’re about to run away or slap yourself across the face when he answers your horrible pun attempt.

“Favourite? I only have one, clearly, you’re not following our team.”

Before you can feel embarrassed about being called out on that, Jaebum laughs, flashing perfectly white teeth, the sound weirdly endearing. You’re not sure if he didn’t get your appalling sexual innuendo or if he’s mercifully choosing to ignore it.

“I’m the pitcher.”

“Oh! I know about baseball pitchers… T-Throwing and stuff…” He chuckles cutely at your awkwardness and you wash your shame down with another gulp of beer. “I mean, I know from a medical point of view. It’s straining...” You raise your closed fist, not noticing how Jaebum becomes more uncomfortable every time you enumerate common injury with a finger: “An overused arm can often cause a labral tear; rotator cuff injury; shoulder instability; thrower’s elbow; UCL sprai–”

“Okay, stop! I get it.” He stops you, raising both hands to lower yours in short panic. “I’d rather we don’t talk about that... It’s bad luck!”

“S-Sorry...” You falter, watching his hands disappear as soon as you shut up. Shit, you always forget about how superstitious athletes can be.

“It’s fine...” He grins at your guilty expression, trying to ease you. “So, you know about pitching injuries, but nothing about me? I’m deeply hurt.” When he pauses, it’s to stare at you again, gaze heavy, and your cheeks burn even more. You suddenly feel like you should know everything about that guy, like you’re supposed to know him.

“Sorry. Despite my work, I don’t really follow any Uni’ teams.” It’s true, you only knew about their baseball game in two days because your co-worker at the clinic is a fanatic. You’re too busy with your studies and although you wouldn’t say that to Jaebum’s face, there’s virtually no sport quite as boring as baseball to you.

“It’s alright, Gyeom said you’re in kinesiology?” He nods pensively, but you barely hear, lost because you’re gawking at him. Suddenly, you’re remembering you came to this party for one peculiar reason and just thinking about it makes you even more anxious. And that guy...

There’s something freakish about how symmetrical he is, no human should look this perfect. You gulp, either you make a move right now or find another – easier – target already. It isn’t late yet, but you planned on working early at the clinic tomorrow.

“It’s odd, I really thought you were in literature or something from the Art Dep!” Since you still haven’t said anything back, Jaebum fills the growing awkward silence between you two.

His words take you by surprise once more. Litterature, why? Do you look like a bookworm tonight? Surely not, you wore one of Makayla’s outfit. You don’t take upon yourself to ask for his reasons aloud, distracted again, by the way, his pink tongue darts through his parted lips. You must look so damn stupid, you need to say something, anything.

Make a move or move on.

Jaebum speaks again, apparently not appalled by your mutism. “It’s just… I hadn’t seen you on this side of campus before tonight. Except for Baseball, my Minor actually is–”

“Let’s go elsewhere.” You cut him off, finally opening your mouth. You need to act before you change your mind and end up going back home alone. “Don’t you want to get out of here with me?” Jaebum pushes himself off the wall, startled you got your voice back.

Less to no small talk was one of the hookups golden rules when the girls coached you earlier. You’re not here to make friends and learn about that guy, that’d be dangerous.

“Hum – Sure, is it because of that soccer douche?” Jaebum turns to the crowd of drunk students stumbling across the living room, eyes stopping on the Rick and Morty dude who’s glaring at you two. Apparently, he spotted you talking with him earlier. “Do you wanna talk outside?”

“N-No, I meant els–” “AH, STARBOY! That’s you, ain’t it?!” Before you can explain what exactly you were proposing, a tall stranger appears out of nowhere, slapping Jaebum’s right shoulder. The pitcher winces at the hit, offering you a somewhat embarrassed look as you stare, bewildered. “Wanna play beer pong? HEY EVERYBODY! STARBOY IS GONNA THROW FOR ME NEXT RO-”

“No thanks!” Interrupting, Jaebum naturally grabs your hand, pulling you behind him towards the exit and your heart rate accelerates. “We were going to get some fresh air!” He yells back at the man above his shoulders, ignoring the fact the small crowd around was already cheering at the announcement.

When you’re outside he stops on the house’ porch to face you.

“Jeez, that was a close call, I suck at beer pong!” You laugh, and Jaebum chuckles. dropping his head to stare at his feet, strangely flustered.

“Who’s Starboy?”

“Don’t call me that – It sounds weird coming from your mouth.” He pulls a face, finally releasing your hand and you wish he didn’t. “See? everyone knows me but you! You’re lucky I’m not offended...” He leans in closer, chest grazing yours, as if about to kiss you. The passing coyness completely disappeared from his eyes.

“R-Right, University sports stars and their gigantic egos. Your reputation precedes you!”

You shiver in the night breeze, looking up at him, it has more to do with his proximity than September’s cool weather. Still, Jaebum shrugs off his baseball jacket instinctively, wrapping it around you. He only chuckles at your attempted teasing, not even bothering to defend his kind. Your hook-up resolution wavers for a second, even if he seems close to making a move on you himself. Even though he’s a Baseball player, Jaebum seems too sweet for this kind of thing.

“Sorry”, you apologize for the umpteenth time, softening, “I’m just–”

“It’s alright, there’s Jaebum and their Starboy, ya know… They’re like… Very, very different guys, but we ‘sports stars’ are used to the reputation – Listen, I know you wanted to get out, but this isn’t a better spot if you’re freezing.”

His hands find your arms to rub some warmth to them through the fabric. Your whole body is afire at his touch, but he seems oblivious to that.

“We should probably go back inside, I can keep the soccer douche away if he’s annoying you.”

“When I said we should go elsewhere, I didn’t mean outside…” You take a deep breath, finding some courage in the fresh air.

Makayla said no man would ever refuse your proposition; you can do this. Even if he’s intimidatingly handsome and kinda caring, Jaebum’s still a player and you know too well how athletes are with women.

Didn’t he just admit to his own reputation?

“I meant somewhere more private...”

It takes a few seconds for him to register what you’re asking. You don’t doubt he’s used to girls throwing themselves at him but then again, they probably aren’t as straightforward. Perhaps they flirt until he decides to bed them, not the other way around. At first, his expression turns blank, then to surprise and finally, incredibility.

“Like – private private?”, his lips part in disbelief, “Us. N-Now?” But what he probably really means is – already.

Your mouth dries, and your stomach drops from embarrassment, you need to get laid, but maybe not at the price of your dignity.

“You don’t want to... Then nevermind.”

Oh my God. You have misread him, he isn’t interested at all. He just made polite conversation most probably since you were all alone and Yugyeom wanted to dance. You bite your cheek, turning around to go die somewhere in a ditch. There’s probably still an easier target inside, but you don’t want to go through all that again.

“Wait!” You freeze, staring down in awe at his hand wrapped around your forearm. You don’t move since you’re too nervous to meet his eyes. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to! You’re a very curious girl, that’s all.” You look up, shocked. Curious, is that good? Does that mean yes?

“Oh–”, you clear your throat, “Ugh, I mean good... Uuuum, your place or mine?”

Jaebum laughs so you don’t notice how uneasy he is, eyes creasing and disappearing. He pauses to rub the back of his nape before taking your hand in his again.

“My bedroom is at the sports dorm, no one will be back before the midnight curfew...”

You smile, heart pounding. “Let’s go then…”

Makayla was right, getting a guy to bed is easier than you thought, even someone that’s way out of your league.

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Starboy III: Instability

Your night at the club turns sour, all thanks to that baseball player...

Mini-Masterlist || M A S T E R L I ST

Protagonists: Im Jaebum & You

Word Count: 1,7k

Genre: SFW – University!au – Baseball!Au – Slight Angst – *Socially offensive language* – Mini-Series

Lysandre’s note: Is it you or Jaebum that’s acting like an ass?

Makayla shakes your shoulder to bring you back to the reality of the club, away from your first night with Jaebum. “Ever thought that maybe… Maybe, you’re so good in bed that he can’t stop thinking about you? It’s probably why he’s looking like a lost pupp–”

You almost spit your beer out, laughing. “No way! I bet he just can’t believe I’m not begging for more.”

“Yeah girl, why is that? I know I would.”

“He’s a fuckboy, I don’t need it that bad right now. Besides you’re the one who taught me all about the golden rules of hookups!” You shake your head, giggly.

“You hadn’t gotten laid in forever before I saved you and turned you into a wanton sex predator!”

“Hey! Lower y–”

“Who’s a sex predator?”, Sungjin reappears, with six shots full of clear alcohol and crashes your conversation, “Me?” You threateningly glare at Makayla as a warning, but she just shrugs it off and giggles with him.

Post-shots, you decide it’s better to give them both intimacy since he’s clearly into her and head towards the dancefloor, mind buzzing from the booze. After a few minutes of dancing alone to the beat, a stranger comes to join. Anything – anybody – to keep you away from that damn baseball player. The man’s hands find your hips and you let him touch you, numbed by the Tequila, the beer flowing in your veins and the loud bass. Everybody around you two are grinding on one another, painted by red, blue and green spotlights. The whole scene is looking like a strange Warhol work of art. Eventually, after several songs, the stranger’s hands become too ambitious and you take your leave, heading to the bar.

Dropping your tipsy ass on a stool, you glance at the squad of baseball players to see what Jaebum is up to and if he’s still there – not that you care or anything. He’s drinking a pint of beer and you shake your head, disapproving. Drinking multiplies the risks of dumb injuries and poisons the body.

“A pint of red Keith, please” You request, thankful to the barman – Hey, you’re not an aspiring professional athlete.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a tall model-like girl talking up close to Jaebum who’s ignoring her, surveying the crowd. That’s it, you think: his world. It’s full of lustful giant blonde cheerleaders. She’s like a Victoria Secret Angel, if you stood next to her, you’d look like a girl straight out of a cheap retail catalog… Even in Makayla’s dangerous dress. One of his friends, wearing the obligatory baseball jacket, leans between Jaebum and the bombshell.

“Hey man, we should go back before midnight!” He yells, loud enough so you hear him over the deafening music. Then again, there’s only one occupied stool separating you from the squad, you’re glad Jaebum doesn’t seem to have spotted you yet. He has power over you, it’s better if you avoid him altogether. Otherwise, you might betray yourself and try to jump him again. “You know, the rule–”

“Shut up, Jackson!” You lean closer to listen – healthy curiosity – and watch the teammate wince at Jaebum’s harsh reply.

The tall girl giggles stupidly. “There’s no curfew back at my place, Jae.”

“Do you think she left with that gross dude?” You almost choke on your beer when Jaebum ignores lanky-legs’ open invitation. You look up again, his eyes are wandering on the crowd, searching, but you don’t allow yourself to believe it’s for you.

“Well, I’m right here…” The girl pushes her boobs forward, annoyed by the lack of consideration and you smile in your glass. You’re weirdly entertained by all this, it’s clear he isn’t interested. Girl, move on.

“I don’t know dude, just text her.” The one named Jackson runs a hand through his dark brown hair, discouraged.

“I can’t.” At this, the girl rolls her eyes and leaves, although both guys don’t seem to notice at all.

“Go talk to her then, we only have half an hour left! Jeez, why do I even try?”

“I should – I mean... I will but-”

“Yeah, we’ve already had that talk, JB. I can’t tell if you’re drunker than I thought or actually nervous? Stop overthinking and do som-”

“I would, but I don’t see her!”

Frowning, Jaebum reaches for his almost empty glass of beer. Halfway to his mouth however, it happens.

Time slows down as you watch the scene unfolds.

In slow motion, you watch as Jaebum lets the pint slip out of his fingers. You stand up stupidly like you’d have the time to catch it before it shatters on the floor. There’s something odd about the whole scene as if he dropped it voluntarily. His hand completely opens when he bends his left elbow and the glass slips of his palm, before his arm falls back to his side, completely motionless. The pint explodes on the ground making everyone around him take a step back, laughing at his clumsiness.

“JB”, one of his other teammates with lighter hair chuckles, slightly embarrassed, “I think you’ve had enough!”

You frown when Jaebum stares at the mess he made in awe, clenching his left fist repetitively. Something feels horribly wrong, clearly, he didn’t drop that beer on purpose.

“I don’t u-unde–”

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you’re already crossing the few steps separating you, careful to avoid the glass shards. “Jaebum, are you alright?”

“No, I–”, the pitcher looks up, startled by the question, gaze hardening as he recognizes you. “Why do you care?”

Grabbing his jacket on his stool, he runs out, leaving you behind with his equally shocked teammates. Without thinking, you run after him, pushing a few people out of your way. When you exit in the parking lot, you easily spot him against a wall. He’s still staring at his hands, something is off.

“Jaebum...” He clenches his jaw and rubs his face irritated when you call him out. “What was that? Is something wrong with your hand?” “Just leave me alone y/n, please?”

“Does this happen often?” You ignore him, running diagnostics in your head. He’s a pitcher. It’s very demanding on the body, it could just be fatigue. It looked like a dead arm, one of the symptoms of shoulder instability. “Was it your pitching shoul–”

“What the fuck are you insinuating!?” He snaps coldly, making you wonder why you even considered he might be looking for you earlier. He’s hostile, you’ve never seen him like this. He’s normally polite at worse, playful at best.

“Your arm, Jaebum. Did it just simply stopped responding–” You try to reach for his left arm, but he instantly retreats.

“Don’t touch me!” For a second there’s something scary in his eyes, but then he softens, calming himself. “Listen, y/n, this is nothing. I’m sorry, I-I’m just – I must be really drunk that’s all…”

You smile reassuringly taking a step closer. “I just wanna help you.”

“I just shouldn’t have been drinking. You always say that. This is nothing.” He repeats, sighing, seemingly more relaxed.

“Jaebum, I don’t think that was nothing. I’m a professional, can I look at–”

“Don’t!” He quickly snaps, switching to angry again. He kicks himself away from the brick wall. This time he takes a step towards you and you back off, startled by his unexplained animosity. “You know, you’re really hard to read y/n? One minute you ask to fuck, the other you act like you don’t even know me!” He scowls, the scary sound making shivers run down your spine. “Then fast forward a few months and you’re after me again – but God forbid I actually ask for your phone number! After all that you were here tonight – hitting on guys whilst sneaking looks at me – Isn’t at least one of them waiting for you back ins–”

“JB, stop! What are y–”

“SHUT UP, Jackson!”

You glance behind, realizing two of his teammates followed you, witnessing his wrath. Biting your lips, you push the thought of them knowing about your hookups to the back of your mind, the opinion of his friends shouldn’t matter to you. Jaebum inhales sharply, picking up on his rant again.

“Look, I don’t want you to come acting like you care. This is nothing. My arm is fine. We are nothing.”

“WOW! I know that!” You shake your head in disbelief, you didn’t expect anything from him, but his words still hit hard. Then again, since you witnessed that incident, you can’t just walk away. You’d feel horrible if there was something wrong with him. “I just came to make sure a stranger’s pitching arm is–”

“Don’t touch me!” Jaebum backs off again, alarmed when you take a step forward with every intention of examine him. “You say you don’t know me – You don’t even want to know me. I bet you don’t even know my last name!” He pauses but you don’t say anything, desperately searching for the appropriate answer in the back of your mind. He needs to calm down, you need to make sure he’s alright. “...So, don’t ask me about my arm. My arm is perfectly fine–”

“JB… If she’s a professional, just let her have a loo–” Jackson tries to intervene but gets ignored again.

“–I’m fine!” Jaebum blurts out for all of you, the statement sounding more and more like a lie. “So just quit being a hypocritical bitch and leave me alone!”

You bite the inside of your cheek, more hurt by his words than you’d like to admit. Most of the things he said are true, but… Aloud like that… It does make you sound horrible.

“Right.” You turn around, hating yourself for tearing up over someone like him. He’s right, you guys are nothing, not even friends. Just two strangers with separate lives who had awesome sex – twice. You begin to walk away, accelerating when you realize the tears will really slip out and betray you. Briefly you slow down, hesitating for a second, facing away from his teammates. You’re still a responsible professional, working at the clinic… Well, at least you tried.

“Just make sure he drinks a lot of water. You all have a big game next Thursday.”

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