I was being too hard on myself.

Sitting in the bleechers, the crowd gone from the day's match; I thought about my failure. I had trained for years for this. It was my dream to get to the national finals and I even made it to the semi finals.

My opponent was very skilled, and played very hard, but she wasn't not a better player than me. She played a better game where it counted, and I was genuine with my congratulations to her.

She went on to win the whole tournament, and I was just a loser sitting in the bleechers staring at the courts in front of me. I had already changed out of my uniform, and into my socializing outfit, but I couldn't bring myself to go to the celebration ceremony. I even went as far as cleaning out my locker and grabbing my tennis bag. Both of them; rackets and all.

The sun had set and I played in my head over and over again where my mistake was. My backhand wasn't strong, and I tripped several times.

What was wrong with me?

I know winning isn't everything.

But when you lose because you didn't play your best, its absolutely devastating.

My brother had texted me asking how it went, and I didn't have the stomach to respond. Taehyung was my biggest fan, and I didn't want to disappoint him.

I decided to just leave. Go back to the hotel and sleep it off before my flight in the afternoon. But when I stood from my spot, I saw a shadow making me scream.

"It's just me!" The shadow said, as it came into the light.

"Jesus, Hoseok you scared the shit out of me." I said, with my hand on my heart.

Hoseok was one of the players on the doubles mens team. He and his partner Jungkook won the gold in their division, and happened to be staying at the same hotel I was. We had all been here for about two weeks, playing tennis like our lives depended on it.

I sat back down as he made his way over to me.

I was embarrassed. I didn't want him to see me like this; a loser. But I didn't want to be rude, so I stayed as he sat down next to me.

"I heard." He said, making me turn to him.

His handsome face was very comforting. His energy always positive making it very easy to talk to him.

"I heard about you too." I said, trying to switch the subject off of me, and to him. "Congratulations."

"Thank you." He said, leaning back and smiling.

"Why aren't you at the celebration?"

"Because you aren't there." He said.

I looked away and picked up my phone to see the time. I didn't realize I was out here for over an hour. "Ah, yes because I am not going."

"Why not?"

I looked back over to him, giving him the look, but he raised an eye brow, challenging me to speak. I sighed and looked back out in front of me, feeling defensive.

"I'm not a sore loser okay. If I was out played then I was out played and I did my best. It's a whole other story when I didn't play my best and lost. I'm just..."

"Feeling sorry for yourself?" He finished for me.

"I guess." I replied. He wasn't wrong. But I had the right to be feeling sorry for myself. "I just wanted to win."

"Did you have fun?" he asked, making me look back over to him.

"Yeah." I smiled. "I love tennis."

"Then you did win." He grinned, making me roll my eyes.

"Yeah." I said, not wanting to argue. He wasn't wrong exactly, I was just still down from the disappointment.

"You don't sound convinced." He said, leaning back forward to look at me.

I turned my body to face him better, and locked eyes with him.

"I know winning isn't everything. But I have been working so hard to get here. This tournament was supposed to change everything. I was supposed to win, get sponsored and travel around the world playing tennis. It's all I ever wanted, but now...that who is going to want to sponsor a semi-finalist. Even if I had lost in the finals, I just needed to win the match that I lost and I would have had bigger eyes on me."

"I think more people had their eyes on you than you think." He said. "If you were at the ceremony, then maybe they would talk to you."

I hadn't thought of that.

"Well I cant exactly go in now with my tail between my legs now can I?" I asked, making him laugh.

"I guess it's a little late now."

"Did you get sponsored?" I asked.

"No." He replied, surprising me.

"But you won."

He laughed. "We did, but we already have a sponsor. They are one of those companies that doesn't want their brand affiliated with other brands. So they don't want to 'share' us."

"That's so great." I smiled. "I'm happy for you."

"Thank you."  He smiled, his eyes scanning my face. "Makes for a pretty great pay day."

I laughed at his joke, glad to see someone so kind be doing so well with his dreams.

"Maybe I'll get a call or something from a sponsor in a few days." I said, trying to lighten my own mood. "If you say that there were more eyes on me than I thought."

"I can guarantee it." He said, his voice a tad deeper than it was before. I Looked over at him, and he was staring so intently at me, that I wasn't exactly sure what he meant.

"Hoseok?"

"My eyes are on you." He said, taking a step forward. He leaned against the step next to me, his eyes never leaving me.

I picked up on his flirty tone and bit the inside of my cheek trying to keep myself from smiling too hard.

"You watched the match?" I asked, seeing if I could shift his attention.

"I saw the end." He replied. "You play beautifully."

"Thanks." I said, looking back down to my racket bag. "I didn't get a chance to see yours. But I wish I had."

"Maybe you will." He said, shrugging.

I looked up and grinned, his smile shining so brightly I couldn't look away. I actually had to force myself to stand up and grab my bags. "I really should be heading back to the hotel."

"I'll take you there."

"You're really not going to go celebrate."

"I'd rather celebrate in good company." He said, taking my racket bag from me and throwing it over his shoulder. "Join me for some ice cream? I have a quart of extra cookies and cream ice cream, and I don't want to share it with my couples partner. He's lactose intolerant."

That made me laugh and as we made our way around the back of the courts, I agreed. "That sounds like a perfect celebration, thank you." I said. I started making my way toward the shuttle when Hoseok took my hand.

"This way." He said, pulling me closer to the back. "Our sponsors gave us our own vehicles for the tournament."

"Lucky." I laughed.

He did not let go of my hand as we made our way over to the large parking lot where a black SUV was parked. He went to the back first popping the back door so he could place my rackets in there, then took my gym bag from me to put it inside as well. He then lead me to the passenger seat, opening the door for me.

"Thank you." I smiled, making him nod and smile back.

Once he shut my door and climbed into the drivers seat, I had a sudden wash of gratitude for him. He really did make me feel better. As he was pulling out of the stadium, I felt the need to say something.

"Thank you." I said, making him turn to me for a brief moment.

"We were going to the same place." He shrugged.

"No I mean, than you for finding me. I was feeling really low about losing and got a little lost in the negativity. You pulled me out of that and I'm really appreciative of it."

"You are an amazing player." He said. "You played a bad game, at the wrong time. It happens to the best of us."

"You only saw the end of my match." I said, attempting to be humble.

"I only saw the end of today's match." He replied. "I've been watching you play all week."

"Really?" I was genuinely surprised.

"Well yeah." He smiled. "When we met the first night here I could see the passion you have for the game. It sparked my interest on if you play that way. And you do."

"Oh...well...that's great." I said not sure what to say. "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me." He said.

"I do though. It's rare that someone takes such interest in me or my playing." I said, as he turned at the light.

"What do you mean?"

"Just that I've been playing singles for a long time. Winning only brings so much of an income in so I play for the love of it. It's my hobby, it's my career. I just love the game and honestly some guys just don't get that. So when I couldn't go on dates because of practice, it kind of narrowed down my dating pool. And I am a damn good player, but because I play singles instead of doubles, finding sponsors are nearly impossible as a woman."

"That really sucks." He said. "I cant believe that being a woman is part of the problem."

"It always is." I said, sighing. But then I was bringing down the atmosphere again and I didn't want to do that. I perked up and looked outside, knowing we were almost at the hotel. "But that's not important. I'm excited to hang out and share some ice cream."

"Me too." He said, pulling into the hotel parking lot. "I was hoping we'd get the opportunity to hang out one on one. When I couldn't find you at the party I thought you had left. I didn't get a chance to get your phone number."

"You want my phone number?" I asked as he put the car in park. He turned and smiled at me.

"Yes." He said, just staring at me. "How else would I keep in touch with you after this week?"

"Oh, well, yeah, I'd like to keep in touch." I said finishing out my phone. I handed it to him with a smile.

"Great." He replied, texting himself from my phone. He then saved his number in as "Hobi" making me raise an eye brow.

"Hobi?"

"It's a nickname." He said as he got out of the car, me following.

"I like it." I said. We both grabbed our bags making our way into the hotel. Suddenly, I started to feel nervous. "Um, I am going to put my stuff in my room and I would like to take a shower too. You know, after playing."

"Oh yea, absolutely." He said. "I'm going to do the same. Why don't you just text me when you are done and then I'll let you know my hotel room."

We parted ways and as soon as my hotel room was locked I started stripping from my clothes and ran to the shower. I really didn't want to keep him waiting but I knew that I had dirt and sweat all up on my body and I needed to wash it out.

Thankfully I brought all of my bathroom stuff from home. Body wash, shampoo and conditioner, body sugar scrub. The works.

While I was finishing up with the conditioning treatment in my hair, I found my raiser in my bathroom bag, and thought that it wouldn't be a bad idea. I tried not to hurry too much and knik myself, and thankfully I was successful.

I decided on wearing something comfortable. My favorite pair of jersey shorts and a tank top. I grabbed a zip up hoodie and then ran to my phone.

Thank god it was only about 40 minutes since I got back.

Me: Just got out of the shower and im dressed. Just let me know when you're ready.

Hobi: Great! I'm in room 7 on the 7th floor. Come on up!

Me: On my way!

I grabed my room key before making my way to the elevator. I felt a little nervous as I pressed the button for the 7th floor. Hoseok was an incredibly good looking man. And he said he had his eyes on me.

I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I kind of thought he was flirting with me.

I shook away the nerves and found room 7 before knocking. It was a few seconds before he opened the door and smiled brightly at me.

"Come on in!" he said, making me smile back.

"You have such a bright smile." I said to him, making him laugh.

"I get told that a lot." He said.

I followed him into the room, there being a sitting room between the two beds. "Wow. You guys are living the life."

"I wouldn't say that." He said, as he went over to the mini fridge and freezer. He then grabbed two spoons and came over and sat right next to me handing me a spoon.

"I love ice cream." I said, taking the spoon. He opened the ice cream and presented it to me so I could take the first bite. I dipped in my spoon and plopped the creamy substance into my mouth. "Mmmmm, so yummy."

He chuckled before taking a bite himself. "I will admit." He started as I took another spoonful. "I had a motive behind me inviting you here."

"Oh?" I asked. "And you're admitting to it."

He nodded. "There is a reason I have had my eye on you."

"What reason is that?"

"My sponsor is looking into a women's division and when I first saw you play I knew that you were going to be who I recommended."

My eyes went wide and the spoon stuck in my mouth as I stared at him.

"Whhaa?"

I asked, making him laugh. I had to suffer through a very large bite of ice cream and a brain freeze before I refocused my attention to what he was saying.

"Woah, don't freak."

I coughed and put the spoon down turning my body to face him more. "You are going to recommend me to your sponsor?"

"I am." He said. "I know you didn't win, but I also know that it was because you had a bad game on a bad day. Like I said earlier, that happens to all of us, and I know when I see talent. You are very talented, and I'll say it again; you play beautifully"

"You really think so?"

"I wouldn't have put in my recommendation if I didn't."

"You already put it in?"

He nodded. "I hope that's okay."

I felt an absolute surge of energy run through me. Shock, excitement, gratefulness, so many other emotions that it was overwhelming. I lunged forward wrapping my arms around his neck, knocking him backwards slightly.

"Oh my god Hoseok!" I yelled. Just then I felt the cold substance that was the ice cream squish between both of us making me gasp and pull back. I looked down as I leaned over him my eyes wide at the sight. The small container of ice cream had literally spilled all over him, and all over myself. "I'm so sorry!" I said leaning up and off of him. I grabbed his spoon from his hand as well as the ice cream taking it over to the sink that was next to the mini fridge.

Hoseok was giggling to himself as he sat up, trying not to get ice cream on the couch.

"I take that as a 'yes'?" he asked,

"Hoseok I'm so sorry." I said as I soaked a towel with some water and then ringing it out. I walked over to him and pressed the towel against him, trying to collect the ice cream that was on it.

"It's okay." He replied, helping me. "I am glad your reaction was excitement. I would have hugged you back but as you can see it was not within my realm of abilities."

I laughed, but when I pulled the towel back, I knew it was going to stain. "I don't know if this is going to come out."

"It's okay." He said, pulling it out from against him. He swiftly pulled it up and over his head, leaving him bare chested in front of me.

I stared.

I literally stared at this man's chest.

Stared.

He took his hand and actually lifted my chin to face him, a sexy smirk decorating his face. "Like what you see?"

I swallowed, suddenly embarrassed as my face flushed with red. "I'm so sorry." I said again. "I'll pay for the dry cleaning."

"Relax." He said again. "It was an accident; it wasn't a big deal." He threw the hoodie in a near by hamper and turned to me. I placed the towel in the sink rinsing it out again as he spoke. "Hey you got some on you as well."

I looked down again to see the mash of ice cream on my chest. "Fuck." I breathed, him laughing again. This time I looked up and both of us just started laughing. Once it died down he walked over to me and took hold of the zipper that was up just above my breasts. He pulled it down slowly, not breaking eye contact as he did.

Once it was unzipped, he gently removed the garment from me, throwing it in the same hamper as his.

"I'll be sure you get it back."

I nodded, standing there in a tight tank top with no bra.

And it was cold.

"Thank you." I said for the millionth time tonight.

He grinned and stood a tad closer, making my body heat up. "I can accept that hug now."

"Oh..." Was the only response I had. He opened his arms up wide, giving me the opportunity to hug him properly. I opened my arms in return, wrapping them around his naked torso.

He hugged me back, his arms pulling me in tightly to him.

His skin was so warm.

I tucked my face in the crook of his neck, his hold on me tightening. "Thank you." I laughed. "I feel like I've said that so many time within the last couple of hours but, thank you."

"You're welcome." He said rubbing up and down my back. "You deserve this opportunity."

"I cant believe after a week of watching me play you really think that." I said, a smile deep on my lips.

"Don't you think so?" he asked, pulling himself back, but keeping his arms around me.

"Yes." I said. "I am dedicated and I love the game. I am damn good, I just had a bad day."

"Good." He said.

We still had our arms around each other, and I pulled back. He let go hesitantly, but did not back away from our close proximity.

"I'm sure whatever offer your sponsor has for me, I'll accept. Now that your business has been addressed, I should probably go back to my room." I said, while hugging myself.

I went to step around him, but he stepped with me, stopping me. "That's not the only reason why I wanted to invite you here." He smiled.

"It isn't?"

"No." he grinned again. "It was just a helpful factor."

"Well...then why did you invite me back?"

"You really caught my attention." He said. "Not just your playing, but the way you spoke to everyone. Your sportsman like conduct. Your humor. A woman hasn't made me laugh like that in a while."

"Are you referring to the night we played cards against humanity?"

"I am." He smiled. "Even remembering it make me laugh. You have just...captivated me."

"I don't know what to say." I admitted. I genuinely was not used to anyone speaking to me so plainly, let alone so complimentary.

"You don't have to say anything." He replied, slowly lowering his face to mine. Just as his lips brushed against mine, I gasped, and he whispered once again. "But you can let me kiss you."

I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I locked eyes with him, our lips nearly touching. I decided to allow myself a little happiness and fun, and I closed the short distance between our lips.

The soft pillowy flesh was smooth against mine and he slowly started to move them in a dancing rhythm. I then felt his hand take hold of my arm above my elbow, then slowly moving up until his hand was at my neck. His other hand wrapped around my waist and I held on to his bisep as his lips started to move faster against my own.

Something within me snapped.

The timid, always gentle girl that came naturally to me was slowly slipping away. The more he kissed me the more I wanted, eventually my teeth nipping at his bottom lip.

He pulled back when I did, his eyes wide, blown with lust and desire. I think I surprised him with my nip, but I didn't care.

I was ready to have some fun, and if he wanted fun, I was going to give it to him. I leaned forward kissing on his chest. I used my tongue, along with my lips, to lace wet kisses from between his pecks all the way up to his neck. I sucked hard, making him let out a hiss of satisfaction.

I moved from his neck, over the jawline until I met his lips again. He met my kiss with the same amount of aggression turning us, and pushing me up against the wall. The kiss continued, our make out session growing, and the movements of our moths getting more erratic and uncalculated.

He pulled back to take a breath, and his eyes caught mine in a locked gaze.

"I want to say for the record, that I have no expectations." He said his hand pulling me closer and his other hand pushing my semi dried hair from my face. "The offer from Big Hit comes with no strings attached to me."

"Big Hit?!" I bellowed, making him smile.

"Yes."

"Oh shit..." I breathed. "And...this?"

"Just a guy, really attracted to a girl." He said. "Really, really attracted."

"And...what if the girl is really attracted to the guy?"

He smiled bigger, placing another kiss to my lips, this time softer and more gentle. "Then that is one lucky guy."

I smiled and found my hands resting on his hips. I moved them up to his chest, pushing him off of me. He looked confused but then I walked over to the bedroom side of the suite, looking between the beds.

"Which one is yours."

"Both, technically. My doubles partner is staying with his boyfriend for the night. He traveled with us."

I nodded and walked over to the far bed, sitting on the edge. "It's very comfy."

"I thought so too." He replied walking over to me, sitting next to me on the bed.

"You're a really good kisser." I said, making him turn to me.

He lifted his hand and his thumb ran across my bottom lip before he took hold of my face and pulled me into another kiss. I kissed him back, and quickly straddled his lap as I intensified the kiss.

With me wrapped in one arm, he started to scoot back on the bed, keeping me with him as he moved.

I let go of the kiss, making him look at me as he laid down, and brought me down with him.

"You're going to take me on a proper date." I said to him, him nodding eagerly in agreement. "This is not going to be a one night stand."

"Of course not." He said, gripping me harder, grinding up into me.

"You...this isn't just to get me to play for Big Hit?"

"No, no." He said, bringing me down to kiss him. He then flipped us so I was on my back making me gasp. "I swear...I just wanted to kiss you. It had nothing to do with the offer or my recommendation."

"Okay." I nodded, allowing myself to believe him.

He then dipped his head again, as my hands reached inside of his shorts and under his boxers. I found his erection hard and throbbing, the girth of him making my body buck up in need.

I heard him let out a groan, and then his forehead rested on mine. "I want you so bad." He said to me.

I pushed him off of me again, him landing on his feet to the side of the bed. Once his feet were on the ground I sat up straight and pushed his shorts down along with his boxers. He fell out, heavy and needy, the tip of his cock simply dripping with precum. I took hold of him, opening my lips and letting the tip rest against my tongue.

I then sucked greedily on him, pushing him deep into my throat and loving the feeling of him inside my mouth. I heard him groan, making me look up through my lashes. His abs were tightening, and his head was thrown back in pleasure.

I popped him out of my mouth making him look back down and push me back. He pulled my shorts down as I pulled my tank top off leaving me in just my panties. He leaned forward more, kissing on my thigh before his lips found my nipple.

His tongue was teasing, and it felt as if electricity was striking every nerve of my body. I felt his fingers find the band of my panties pulling them down, his face following down with me.

"Fuck." He let out, my legs spreading naturally for him. He dipped his head giving me a good taste as my clit throbbed under my tongue.

"Hoseok!" I cried, making him pull back.

"How do you want it, baby?" He asked, kissing up my torso until he met my lips.

"Let me bend over?" I asked.

"Fuck yes." He replied, letting me roll. I got on my hands and knees, him climbing up behind me. He landed a sharp slap against my ass, making me jerk and moan. "You liked that?" He asked, slapping my ass again.

"Fuck, Hoseok."

Just then I felt him push me up again. "Hands on the headboard." He said.

I followed instruction, another slap landing on my ass cheek. When he finally lined him up to push, I let out an open-mouthed gasp, making him slow his feed.

"You okay?"

"Yes." I whimpered. "You?"

"You're really tight, are you sure your body is ready?"

"I'm wet...it's been a long time...and my ex was...not so girthy, oh fuck!" I cried when he slammed the rest of the way into me.

I could hear him groan deeply as he continued to fuck me. His strokes were long and deep, making the idea of holding onto the headboard a good one. He started hitting harder, the twist in my stomach starting to get tighter and tighter, each collision of our bodies making me moan and gasp.

"You feel amazing." He said, leaning down and kissing my back. "So fucking good."

"Keep going!" I begged. "Please don't stop...I'm getting close."

"Oh yes, baby. I'm going to have you cuming all over my cock."

"Yes!"

His hands were all over my body. His fingers gripping at my waist pulling me into each thrust and back again. My knuckles were turning white as I had a tight hold on the headboard. It felt so good, the way his body slammed against mine felt incredible and as if it was all I needed in the world.

The stress gone.

The worry gone.

All the focus being on pleasure and a new, great feeling of someone wanting me.

His hand snaked up my spine, then his nails dug unto me as he dragged them down my back. The twist snapped and my body spasmed around his girth. I let out a loud yell, my lower stomach pulling as he continued to move through my orgasm. I felt him throb again, then again, as he let out a deep guttural sound that only could be described as a growl.

When he stopped moving, he stayed deep within me, both of us breathing heavily.

"So good." I let out.

"So fucking good." He agreed. "I kinda want to do it again." He said planting a few kisses on my back.

He pulled out of me, helping me get to a comfortable laying position on the bed, him curling up against me.

"I'm down." I said, still trying to regulate my breathing. "But that will cost you a second date."

"Does that mean I can lock in a third and forth date if we do it 4 times?"

"Ha!" I laughed. "I mean...you sure you want to risk it?"

He kissed me again, his hand grazing over mybreasts, making my stomach clench. "Definitely."