Champion - [BTS] Athlete!Jungkook Au
[A/N] In the midst of SEA Games, I love my national’s swimming team. Welson Sim, you have my heart. Rude ass Jungkook. Boi you’ll catch this hands.
It could be very difficult. It should have been difficult.
He spent years perfecting his skills, mould his body to fit the criteria of an ideal swimmer. And at the very last second of his sure victory, the gold medal is snatched right from his grasp. And nothing hurts more than not being able to bite what you’ve had a taste of. He didn’t have to say it out loud. Jungkook has never lost anything. It was a heavy slap on the face for him. And ever since the fateful match, 500m speed freestyle in Seoul, Jungkook hasn’t been able to relax. He was training, every second of the day, at every chance he get. Butchering himself to ‘work harder’ and push his limits. No time to laze around.
It scared you. The fire in his eyes as he bowed on the starter-platform in tight knee length swim shorts, muscles underneath his skin flexes, and he splashes gracefully into the arena. “Gosh I am so worried.” Sighing about it won’t make it go away. The worrying intensifies everyday, every hour, at every minute you spent around him. You didn’t stay there to watch him beat himself, you were there to make sure he doesn’t kill himself while doing it. “What do I do to stop this. What can I do.” Tilting your chin up a little, you couldn’t even sit on the bleachers. And Taehyung clicks his tongue as he rests his arm over his forehead,laying on his back, trying to get a snooze. He had the white swimming jacket outerwear and the same shorts Jungkook was wearing, wearing a Puma shoe.