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It’s a Reverse Basket ◍ Part 3

⇝ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

⇝ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ Basketball AU, Crossdressing AU

⇝ Words: 4.6k

⇝ Summary: The goal has never been in your favor, and despite all your best efforts, you don’t think it ever will be. But that’s right when you finally get the chance to turn things around, to do things the way you’ve always wanted to and to go after what you truly love. However the problem isn’t if you can do it, it’s how much are you willing to do…?

⇝ Warnings: pg13 (please check out the disclaimer on the first part); none for this chapter

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⇝ Previous Parts: Moodboard Part 1 Part 2

⇝ Next Update: Tuesday, April 7th

“You have to do it like this.”

The ball repetitively thumps against the same spot on the ground, keeping a steady pace. A man with fluffy black hair stands across from it, arms crossed and expression unamused.

“I have been doing it like that.”

“No, you’ve been doing it like this.” The ball suddenly reaches a lengthened height, fluctuating in different directions compared to the stable pace before. Just as an exasperated sigh leaves the man, an individual with grey hair strolls by and stands near him, a hearty laugh spilling out from his lips as he snacks on a bag of chips in his hands.

“Jungkook imitating you again?” Jimin questions, offering Taehyung one who grabs it with a scoff and then mumbles.

“Yeah – and being a prick about it as always.”

The ball unexpectedly flies into his line of sight; Taehyung hurriedly catching on it before it greets his face and sending a glare to the person whose direction it came from. Jungkook cheekily smiles, widening his hands.

“Let’s see if your passes are still good, hm?”

Taehyung smirks, backing away from Jimin who cheers out a small ‘Go Taehyungie!’ before watching with eager eyes from the sidelines. After the ball pounds against the ground once, Taehyung steadies himself and prepares to jump.

“Hey guys!”

The ball leaves his hands too early, swirling towards Jungkook before it smacks him straight against the chin. Taehyung winces even though he hasn’t been hit, a muster of apologies ready to escape him when Jungkook picks up the fallen basketball, glaring at him and rubbing the side that’s been bruised.

“Sorry...” You apologize first, not realizing in time that Taehyung had intended to pass the ball over to Jungkook until you had interrupted.

“Don’t apologize Y/N, I think he did that on purpose.” Jungkook remarks, softly dribbling the ball with a sigh.

“I did not!” Taehyung immediately protests, but Jungkook simply rolls his eyes and continues on with his dribbling.

Taehyung sighs, reaching out again when Jimin pushes his chips closer to him. He eyes you as he munches down on it, “You want to join us for some practice?”

You nod and Jungkook passes the basketball over to you, letting you dribble for a while as he strides over to grab his water bottle.

“You’re pretty good at this Y/N.” Jimin instantly points out, noticing how you were being able to keep a proper balance without letting the ball soar to huge heights.

“Uh, thanks.” You bashfully smile, still practicing when a thought occurs in your mind, noticing that a certain set of hardened eyes were nowhere to be seen when you had entered, “The captain hasn’t come by yet?”

Taehyung pouts, “Don’t think so. He’s probably busy since we’re just starting up now.”

You hum, but the initial thought begins to stir up more curiosity from within you. Your mind wanders over to witnessing the captain’s sharp and rigorous ways, something you had honestly assumed was a myth until you had stumbled across it firsthand.

Pausing your dribbling, you hold the ball in your hands.

“The captain… what is he like?”

“Yoongi?” You nod and Taehyung continues, “Pretty much what you’ve seen so far, he’s really strict and wants us to be disciplined.”

Jimin leans closer to you, a brimming smile on his rosy cheeks as he whispers.

“Deep down though, he’s a real softie.”

You giggle at that and Jungkook jogs over to you, water bottle in his hand and a questioning look in his eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Taehyung replies, “Yoongi, Y/N wanted to know what he’s like.”

Jungkook smiles and you’re a bit astonished when there’s a swell of admiration in his voice, “He’s been a really good captain to us, plus he’s one of our best players.”

All of them hum in agreement to that, causing your curious struck eyes to eagerly dart around.

“Truthfully, we’re not the best team out there and he’s won a lot of games with other teams too.” Taehyung admits and Jungkook nods, however that’s when he says something that has you even more stunned. “But even though we aren’t the best team you can come across, he chose to be our captain.”

The information is entirely foreign to you, knowing that the dynamic Bangtan shared was tight knit from just seeing their prior games – but not to the point that the captain had denied working with other teams.

“Why did he choose your team?”

“That’s the question we all want an answer to.” Jungkook simply replies, “He’s never specified why.”

You hum in acknowledgement, but then you catch sight of Jimin and he mouths ‘deep down softie’ to you which just leaves a warm smile on your lips. Although you don’t know much about the captain personally, it seems that the knowledge the handful of members have given you is actually enough.

The sound of imposing footsteps enters the room, cutting off your lingering thoughts when you and the rest pivot simultaneously. You see a mop of maroon drawing closer to your group, as if beckoning for immediate attention.

A high shrill breaks the silence in the gym, a whistle against his lips. Jungkook and Jimin leave the group in an instant, racing over to the source.

“Come on.” Taehyung reaches out for your hand, “He’s gathering all of us.”

With a nod, you sprint over and notice the sheer number of players beginning to horde around Yoongi as well. His eyes are sharp and searching, like he was taking in every single one of the members coming forward.

“Listen up all of you.” He doesn’t shout, but his voice is loud enough and similar to how he spoke to the group during the first meet, “I’m assuming those of you here now are here to stay. We’re going to play a round today for practice, but we’ll be doing try-outs tomorrow for the final team this year.”

The light-hearted daze occupying your mind abruptly drifts away, eyes wide with his words. You sink your teeth down harshly into your bottom lip, hands clenching the loose fabric of your shirt until its completely bunched up. A feathery weight rests against your shoulder, radiating with warmth.

You look up surprised to see Hoseok smiling down at you, gently squeezing his hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll do well.”

There’s a flicker of reassurance in his eyes and you nod, gratitude already sparking in yours. When Yoongi blows his whistle again, you all get into formation quickly.

The game starts and it begins with your eyes skimming all over the place, hastily trying to pick up the small key details about the members around you. To your own surprise, it isn’t as hard to figure out their style of playing as a team and oddly enough, you notice that there already quite well aware of their weaknesses, filling in the missing gaps effortlessly with their approach.

Confidence soars within you when Hoseok passes the ball over with a grin, leaving you just enough room to dribble over to the basket and score. A roar of cheers unleashes, spinning around to see Taehyung, Jungkook, Jimin and Hoseok painted with giant smiles and content faces.

Something in you truly blooms after that, hands clenched in determined fists when you know you’ll do anything to make it on this team.

***

The moment the door slams wide open, you are gasping for air.

Your backpack slumps down onto the ground, your tired limbs drag themselves reluctantly over to the bathroom and when the cool air of the dorm room engulfs your form, you let out a grateful sigh.

Although you had assumed to have many things under control so far, there’s one thing you had failed to realize:

Basketball is very similar to exercising viciously; meaning that it’s very similar to having a sheen of sweat sticking to your exhausted body, an uncomfortable coat of water underneath your clothes that leaves a wonderful scent wafting all over the place.

Meaning that it isn’t something you’d really like to have during your classes – which so happen to occur right after your basketball meets.

You want a shower so bad.

But when you trudge over to bathroom, hopes spiked up high in your eyes and form ecstatic to get this extra layer off of you, you notice something.

It’s occupied.

A groan leaves you, hand knocking against the door in misery to only be greeted to the loud pitter patter of water droplets and steam flowing out from the bottom. There’s not much you can do except for plant your head against the door in tired exasperation, eyes screwed shut when you begin to softly pound on it repeatedly.

“Don’t waste your time.” A voice mumbles from the side of the room, your head lifting in anticipation to see Jungkook seated on the ground, fingers moving rapidly against a gaming controller.

“What do you mean?”

“Taehyung takes a decade showering, he won’t be coming out any time soon.”

Your jaw drops, a lingering glance making its way to the door again when helplessness pools in your eyes. With a deep sigh, you withdraw and parade over to the couch, settling near Jungkook in a slump of defeat.

Jungkook glances over at you intrigued, still playing his game, “If you want to take a shower so badly, why don’t you just go to the gym?”

You perk up, “The gym?”

He nods, “The gym has showers too, I usually just go there if Taehyung’s using the bathroom.”

You pursue your lips at the word of advice. Surely if it was someone else, they would have taken the chance in a heartbeat and hurried their way over with a flash. However, your dilemma is entangled with bit of a… unique circumstance and you ponder on whether the word of advice could be bait for a potential mistake.

“These gym showers… “ You hesitantly begin, “Are they out in the open or…?”

“They have curtains.” Jungkook simply says, “Enough privacy to shower but I’d recommend bringing some shoes. Lord knows what’s been on the ground.”

You cringe at the thought, but continue, “The curtains aren’t see-through or anything, right?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “It’s pretty decent Y/N.” You hum but the next words slipping by his lips have you rapidly shaking your hands, “Do you want me to come with you or something?”

“No!” Your voice comes out as a shriek and Jungkook raises a brow, but you attempt to collect yourself right away, “I-I can go, it’s just new and all.”

When he nods, you exhale in relief. Warily, you pick up your backup and shrug it over your shoulder, glancing longingly at the shower that’s still occupied before turning towards the door, “Well… I guess I’ll be back soon… ”

Jungkook hums, eyes still glued onto the fast-paced game displayed on the TV when you shut the door. Whirling around, you attempt to calm down your racing heartbeat as you head out, mind still stuck in prayers that you weren’t making a horrible decision.

***

Your eyes are everywhere and anywhere, taking a jittery step forward closer to the room labeled ‘Changeroom.’ Staring at it weakly for a mere moment, your push your form against the door and hastily speed up, practically sprinting over to the showers with a hand on top of your eyes, avoiding all sights of exposed skin and any lingering voices echoing through other parts of the room.

When you make it to a shower in one piece, a heavy relieved exhale escapes you.

Timidly closing the curtain, you leave your bag on one of the hooks and backtrack for a second – inspecting if it was truly not see through as how Jungkook had said. Luckily, it seems like he was right, the material not appearing to be translucent and successfully covering all of the little details you really don’t want being seen.

Even though it’s clearly not transparent, you still remain cautious when a pile of clothes begins to pool near your feet. When your shirt meets the ground, you peer down and sigh, peeling off the excruciating makeshift bandage you’ve been using for an excuse of a garment and gladly letting it slip away into the pile.

Grasping onto all the littered pieces of clothing, you scoop them up into your arms and stuff them hurriedly into your bag, resting it back on the hook. Your hand reaches out to twist the knob, an icy cool spray of water firing out.

You attempt to lower the pressure, the fierce power of the water bouncing off of your body and nearly flooding the entire shower. It finally calms down much to your own solace; clenching your shivering teeth as the knob is spun for a much warmer, contrasting temperature.

A sigh of relief finally passes by your lips, and you’re grateful that for all the trouble it was worth, at least it’s over now and you can pay a decent amount of attention to your own personal hygiene.

Thankfully, everything actually runs by smoothly. You end up finishing your shower, the extra layer of grim you were so desperate to get rid of having disappeared and the tap is swiftly switched off.

And yet that’s when you turn to face the curtain, expression immediately falling.

You forgot to keep your clothes outside of the shower.

Something you immensely regret when your eyes latch onto the way they are thoroughly soaked through with water, freezing cold at first touch.

Glancing down, you bite your lip when you can only see the dry loose towel you’ve wrapped around yourself. You draw closer to the curtains, peeking out hesitantly only to be flashed with the vision of bare skin running by. Letting out a yelp, you immediately retract back.

With a wince, you shake the image away and make a second attempt – this time catching sight of a lovely heater in the far corner of the changing room. However, much to your own dismay, you can only see the flock of individuals right beside it, stealing the warmth that you could have used for the drenched pile beside you.

Your eyes also trail around and examine how all of them have a single towel hanging around their waists, hand fisting the long one that has to be completely covering you. With one last defeated sigh, your helpless eyes wither over to the pile.

The shower curtain is fully pulled away, droplets of soaking water falling onto the ground as you drag your empty bag with you out of the changeroom.

***

A loud sneeze echoes through the room.

Taehyung swivels around, black fluffy hair bouncing in the process. His brows are furrowed, concern lacing deep in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay Y/N?” He questions, hearing the faintest of sniffles from you. A tissue is withdrawn from your pocket, pressed against your red streaked cheeks and chapped lips.

“I-I’m fine.” You attempt to nod but another sneeze is unleashed from you instead. It causes Taehyung to halt, his hands moving to rest against your shoulders.

“Maybe you should just stay back for today.”

You grasp onto the tissue, shaking your head furiously as only one single thought arises in your mind.

You can’t miss practice.

Taehyung sighs, hands withdrawing into his pockets. He peeks over to his roommate that walks opposite to you, headphones stuffed in his ears.

When his eyes dart over, Taehyung sends him a look of doubt. Unfortunately, Jungkook simply shrugs.

“You can’t force it.”

When Taehyung is left short a few words with that, the three of you arrive at the gym. Though, almost as if the entire atmosphere had shifted, you find yourself walking closer and closer to a line up similar to day one.

Your eyes spring over to Yoongi and you nearly wince, noticing every fiber of tension and hostility emitting off of him as he marches around. Closely following him is Namjoon and it isn’t the two people that drift your confusion away, it’s what one of them walks around with.

The clipboard remains firm in Namjoon’s hands as he occasionally scribbles down, the situation immediately clicking in like a key to a lock when Yoongi calls a member forth to shoot a basketball.

You freeze.

Your heart rate drops, hands becoming clammy within seconds.

Try-outs are today.

Try. outs. are. today.

Taehyung turns, wondering why you’ve abruptly stopped in the middle of the gym. But that’s when he sees your fear-stricken expression and it hits him, hand immediately shooting out when–

“Y/N L/N!”

Your head jerks up at the sound of your name, Yoongi guiding his eyes over to the hoop. “You’re up next. Dribble and shoot a basket.”

You gulp, warily glancing at Jungkook and Taehyung who both try to give you an encouraging look.

Leaning down, the basketball still feels firm and familiar, so you do what you have to. Taking a deep breath, you face the hoop.

You catch clear sight of it right away – but that’s when you suddenly feel a wave of vertigo wash over you, vision blurring out for a moment as you sniffle once again. Squinting your eyes, you attempt to ignoring the throbbing pain pounding against your head viciously and the skyrocketing temperature of your skin, beginning to dribble the ball over to the hoop the best you can.

Controlling as much of the balance you can retain in the moment, you make the final jump and release the ball.

It doesn’t even reach the basket.

Slamming against the ground, a metallic sound buzzes through the gym and you can feel your heart doing the same. A small ‘tch’ comes from behind you, turning just enough to see Namjoon scribbling something down on his clipboard with somber eyes next to Yoongi.

“Please head over to the back of the line.”

You silently nod, biting down on your lip when water threatens to cloud your vision. Clenching your quivering fists, you plant yourself back in line with your head cast down.

Times passes by and you stay in the exact same spot. You assume all the members go one by one, not seeing nor hearing any of them as your gaze remains fixated on the ground, petrified with the inexcusable shot you made.

An arm roughly grabs you, glancing up to see Yoongi inches away from you but facing the opposite direction. “Stand right here.” He directs, “We need to asses your passing skills.”

You slowly do as he tells you like you’ve just regained consciousness, peering around to see Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok all formed in a circle around you. Arching elsewhere, you notice that the whole gym has already formed groups under Yoongi’s direction.

The basketball begins to get passed around, first in Hoseok’s hands before it bounces it and then comes into contact with Jimin. He hurls it over to Jungkook who swiftly passes it to Taehyung, who then looks in your direction.

He softly smiles and you prepare your legs and hands, distancing them enough and focusing onto the ball when he lightly throws it over.

The ball rolls away by your feet, shy by a few centimetres.

Immediately pivoting around, your eyes follow it with disbelief when it continues to roll.

You… missed?

You take a staggering step back, weak eyes still following it. A heavy breath escapes you, feeling your vision threatening to cloud again.

The only thing that brings you back to life is the sound of the whistle, Yoongi gesturing everyone to come back and huddle around.

Your gaze remains helpless though, still watching the basketball roll farther and farther away until two arms reach down to stop it up. You watch as Jungkook picks up the ball, keeping it in his arms and hurriedly dashing over.

With a sigh, you run after him, hearing Yoongi announce that they’ve selected the members and will be calling out names.

“All of you pipe down and listen carefully, okay?” Namjoon hands him his clipboard and he goes one by one down the lengthy list. “Jackson Wang.”

You hear a low ‘yes!’ come from your right.

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“Jung Hoseok.”

“Park Jinyoung.

More shrills come out from behind you.

“Im Jaebum.”

“Park Jimin.”

Yoongi clears his throat, counting through the list once with a hum before resuming.

“And finally,”

Your heart is pounding against your chest at this point, breathes becoming shaky.

“Kim Taehyung.”

A loud roar of excitement echoes through the room, but it feels like someone’s just ripped your heart out and smashed it into tiny pieces.

When everyone rushes forward to congratulate the new members, you tread backwards. Your shoulders begin to tremble and when you raise your head, you meet the devastated eyes of your two roommates and their two friends, gazes brimming with sympathy. It causes water to stream down your eyes, meeting the blazing heat of your skin and before you even know it, your feet mismatch and you lose your footing.

Sent spiralling back, the last thing you see is a group of familiar faces rushing over in concern.

***

The smell of disinfectant wafts through the air, a young woman dressed in a white coat attaching the IV drip onto her patient’s arm. She gazes down, wondering why on earth someone with such a high fever and thoroughly congested nose would even consider attending a basketball meet in the first place.

Her lids flutter close when she shakes her head in disapproval, resuming to attaching the IV onto the sleeping patient and strutting over to the desk to fill out the necessary forms.

Just then a sound of furious pounding comes against the door, the pen in the doctor’s startled hand slipping out and hitting the ground. She raises an eyebrow, halting her activities and swinging the door wide open only to come face to face with the reason.

Hoseok backs away flustered, “Oh uh – hi…” He sheepishly smiles, and the doctor turns to see three boys behind him with similar anxious looks crossed on their features.

“Jung Hoseok.” She sighs, addressing him first before craning her head over the group currently flocking behind him, “…and friends, what brings you here?”

A man with curly black locks steps forward immediately, pushing the rest back with his arms.

“Is Y/N okay?!” He frantically asks, causing the doctor to faintly smile.

“He’s recovering inside right now. Just a case of the common cold.” Her sharp eyes linger though, arms crossing, “Though going to a basketball meet with a cold was not a good choice.”

His eyes falter, guilt overtaking him, “I-I tried to talk him out of it…”

Jimin reaches over and places a hand on Taehyung’s back when his shoulders slump down. Hoseok spins around, eyes worried. “Can we go see him Soyoung?”

“That’s Dr. Yoo for you,” She immediately corrects, “ –and no, he’s still unconscious and recovering.”

“But–“ She gives Hoseok one look that has the words being taken out of his mouth, head nodding in defeat.

“Can you tell us when he wakes up?” Jungkook speaks up from the far back, all eyes moving over to him but he stares directly at her.

She nods and Jungkook sighs, reaching over to grab Taehyung’s sleeve.

“We should start heading back now.”

Although disheartened, Taehyung nods and follows along with Jungkook. Jimin waves back and Hoseok gives her one last look before leaving alongside them as well.

Soyoung heads back, eyes darting around once when she closes the door firmly behind her. She plants herself back onto her chair, an exhale escaping her as she leans her head against her hand, locks of hair draping when she stares down.

“You know you can come out, right?”

A curtain is immediately pulled away near the window, maroon hair and narrowed eyes poking out.

Yoongi scoffs, back stretching out. “I’m never doing that again.”

“You didn’t have to,” She softly says, turning a page, “And neither did I.”

There’s a look in her eyes that sends chills over him, dangling in between consideration and grim intuition. She resumes back to looking at her documents, turning another page.

An exhale leaves her, “But since you did carry him all the way here, I can make some exceptions.”

Yoongi nods, although his eyes are no longer on Soyoung anymore. Instead he’s staring at you, an impassable look dwelling deep in his eyes.

“A cold… “ He wonders to himself, walking over to your sleeping form when he pursues his lips. He’s not the type to retract back on any decision he makes, but he can’t say his mind isn’t seesawing back and forth when the knowledge of your current condition came into light for him.

It doesn’t help when he sees you now – struggling to breathe and occasionally letting out a cough, listening to Soyoung inform to him that you had fainted because the temperature of your fever had suddenly peaked.

The situation does take a heavy toll on him, but there is something else also lingering in the back of his mind, something he truthfully doesn’t know how to address at all.

When you had collapsed, he hasn’t hesitated a second in hurriedly scooping up your fallen form, quickly shouting to the flocking members to give you some space as he rushed over to the nurse’s office right away.

However, in the haste of his actions, he hasn’t realized what it could have led to.

In much simpler terms, you can say he felt something while picking you up.

So as he slowly walks over to you, eyes still latched onto your sleeping form, he can’t help but wonder if there’s something perhaps particularly different about this new face that had recently showed up during his meets.

His thoughts are broken when you let out a shiver, hands instinctively reaching out to tug the blanket over to cover over your shoulders. But that’s when his fingertips meet the strands of hair dangling down your neck, the texture feeling a little too off for him…

“What are you doing?”

His eyes meet Soyoung who stares at him bizarrely, but he mumbles underneath his breath.

“Hold on, I’m going to try something.”

He gives a gentle tug on your locks.

It’s entirely absurd – which is exactly what he thinks. Giving the benefit of the doubt; many people have differently textured hair and just because yours seems to feel like a patch of grass left out in the sun for way too long, doesn’t mean him having suspicions is reasonable and that he’ll possibly need to back away from what he’s doing right away.

The problem though… is that doesn’t happen AT ALL.

Your long hair slips through the seams and Yoongi is left with a shabby mop look alike in his hands. His eyes are wide when he whips around to look at Soyoung, who had been quietly observing until she mimics the same look of astonishment he has.

That’s when it dawns to him.

His newest member was a lot more different than he had expected.

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