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BREATHLESS

- in which a hit during your basketball game leaves you gasping for air; requested by @nctbtch

The ball falls into your hands, the rough feel of the leather ball familiar against your fingertips as you reluctantly let it slip from your grip and watch as it bounces towards your captain. She grabs it at lightning speed and tosses it to the side, clapping her hands to call the group over to her.

You sigh disappointedly despite the smile plastered onto your face.

"That was great, girls," she beams the second everyone crowds around her, the atmosphere buzzing with a strong and competitive energy. "Now, the game doesn't start for another hour or so. What I want you to be doing is stretching until then so you don't push yourselves before the match. I'll be back in about fifty minutes to run through the game plan."

The team yells out their gratitude as she walks away, throwing a wave over her shoulder. You chuckle to yourself and branch off from the group to find a corner to stretch in, your two closest friends not too far behind.

"So," you giggle once you spread yourself out on the floor and reach for your toes, "what news have we got today?"

"Well," Sua, your team's star shooter, grins mischievously as she raises her arms over her head, her silver and blue jersey exposing a slim cut of her midriff. "I heard that Jiwon's boyfriend dumped her yesterday for one of the cheerleaders. Daewoo was saying that her defending today is bound to be off."

"And," Dayoung, the brightest person on your team, continues on without giving you time to process anything, "I was told by Jugyeong who was told by Ria who was told by Jiwon's coach that Jiwon may not play today."

While this news means that your team has even more than a better chance of beating your rivals, you can't help but feel bad for Jiwon. If this break up is so much of a toll on her that she has to sit out of a basketball game, something she loves doing, then she must have really loved him.

"Is she doing okay?" you ask with a soft smile, knowing very well that you'll message her before the game starts to check in.

Sua nods. "I messaged her as soon as I heard. She said she's coping and she's bummed that she's gonna miss the game, but she can't bring herself to attend."

"I hope she feels better soon," you mumble loud enough for the other two to hear, their slow nods and sympathetic smiles all you see as you look up at them, switching your position to stretch out your back.

"Speaking of boyfriends," Dayoung sings teasingly, giggling when Sua slaps her arm, "where's yours, Y/N?"

You roll your eyes at their antics, unable to stop the dreamy smile that graces your features at the thought of Yoongi. Once a basketball player himself, your now-idol-trainee boyfriend never ceases to bring you indescribable joy, even when he's miles away.

"So," Sua drawls as she nudges your foot with hers in an attempt to snap you out of your daze, "is he still coming today?"

You jut your lips out in a pout, shaking your head in slow disappointment.

"He was going to," you explain while fidgeting with your fingers, "but his managers changed his rehearsal schedule yesterday so now, he won't be able to come."

"That sucks," Dayoung scoffs, looking over apologetically when you agree with a soft hum, busying yourself with your already tight enough shoelaces.

As understanding as you are of how tight Yoongi's schedule is with all his rehearsals, recording and songwriting sessions, you can't help but let the flood of disappointment within you grow, its horribly fast flow dragging you under, filling your lungs, and dampening your mood.

He did try to convince his managers to let him go, those hopeful late night phone calls still fresh in your mind, but to no avail, leaving him feeling quite possibly as bummed as you are.  You blink back the sudden tears that well in your eyes and stand to stretch out your back, hoping that the two girls don't notice the glassiness of your eyes.

When you look to them, however, you can see that they are clearly distracted by other things.

Your competition for today's game stride into the gym, smiling triumphantly as if they've already won. You scoff to yourself, all thoughts of Yoongi abandoning you as you fold your arms over your chest, your eyes narrowing at them in a silent taunt for them to bring it on.

"Is it just me," Sua murmurs from beside you, her arm coming to rest on your shoulder as she, too, scopes the competition out, "or have they bulked up this season?"

Your arms fall limp by your sides as her words sink in and you realise she's right. The girls on the team seem larger than they were last year, their arms and legs ten times the size of your own. You did hear that their coach was looking for new players but you didn't think he'd go looking for players that look as if they could beat you into a pulp with one flick.

You gulp, suddenly intimidated by their muscly frames and towering heights.

You go to comment on the unfairness this adds to the game but are stopped by the urgent clap of your captain, her expression mirroring your own as she lowers her head to address the team.

"I just spoke with Coach Soo," she whispers, throwing a cautious look over her shoulder. "She said that she had no idea that the other team changed their players and she's not too optimistic on our chances of winning anymore."

Your shoulders deflate in on themselves, a thought in the back of your mind telling you that it was perhaps for the best that Yoongi didn't come for this game. It would suck even more if he came only to watch you lose.

"I talked with her about changing some of our game plays and we've come up with a few things that may help us today," she rushes, glancing discreetly down at her watch. "I know this is last minute and all but we need to win to get into the semifinals."

You nod, hands begin to tremble with your usual pre-game nerves.

"Y/N, I want you and Sua on goals for today. Dayoung and myself will attack and everyone else stays in their positions," she instructs, "and, one more thing, don't ever hesitate before you shoot. That might just be what costs us the match."

With a team cheer, you all break away as the referee comes down to begin the match.

"Y/N," she calls, latching onto your wrist just as you turn to take your place on the court, "will you be okay with shooting today? There's a lot of running involved and I don't want your asthma to get worse."

You shrug her concern off with a grateful smile, hiding the fact that you had forgotten about the risks of your asthma. "I'll be fine, promise."

Reluctantly, she nods, letting you go with a pat to the back.

You position yourself on the court, heart threatening to rip itself out of your chest when the defender from the other team stands by you, her smile oddly wicked as she teasingly looks down upon you.

Breathe in and out. In and out. There you go. Good girl.

Surprisingly, it's Yoongi's voice you hear in your head as the slow mantra soothes your nerves and eases out your worries, the repetition of it clearing up your clouded thoughts enough for you to get your head in the game.

Cracking your neck with a soft growl, you bend your knees and wait for the whistle.

Unbeknownst to you, a man clad in a face mask, sunglasses and cap enters the stadium with a cheeky grin, sneaking in between the crowd so that he can reach the front row unnoticed. He spots you positioned on the court, your eyes glinting with their usual competitive flare as you await the beginning of the game. He manages to tear his eyes away from you for just a second so that he can claim his seat, a warm sense of pride swelling in his chest when he leans back, his gaze instinctively returning to you.

*

The ball flies over your head and into the arms of Sua who doesn't hesitate in calling out your name as she dribbles it towards the goal. You smirk to yourself and run just in front of her, aware of the giant breathing down your neck. She bounces the ball to you and you collect it with ease, swinging on your heel to blindly toss it over your head, all eyes watching as it bounces on the ring before, blessedly, falling through the net.

Sua jumps on top of you as you proudly watch the number on the board change to a glowing four, your three points added on to Sua's point from the very beginning of the game.

Small beads of sweat run down the length of your face as you receive the awaiting high-fives from your teammates before returning to your position, cockily winking at your competition as you pass.

The whistle blows the minute you turn to face the centre of the court, your breathing erratic as you keep your gaze trained on the ball in the hopes that it comes your way. Dayoung manages to steal the ball from the competition, her lips pressed into a thin line as she looks for an opening.

Eager, you call out to her.

However, as she maneouveres herself around the persistent defender blocking her view of you, your gaze drifts to the stands where you spot Yoongi; his eyes dancing with pride and lips stretched out into an affectionate grin as he lifts a hand to wave at you.

Your heart stutters in your chest as your lips part themselves into a breathless smile, his presence completely distracting you from the ball coming your way until it's too late.

The air is knocked out of you the minute the ball makes contact with your chest, the sheer force of Dayoung's throw enough to bring tears to your eyes. You press your hands to your knees, balancing your weight as you try to laugh the pain off and suck in as much air as you can. Unfortunately for you, the player tailing you isn't stuck in the same slow motion limbo you're in and runs her whole body right into your middle, knocking you straight down to the court floor.

The only thing you have strength to do is groan.

You can hear the referee's whistle echo in your ears before everything sounds like it's underwater; muffled, heavy and warped. You can only make out the words end and rematch, your head spinning so much that it's hard to concentrate on your surroundings. Even the people beginning to crowd you look like a blurred mess; their forms slowly slipping in and out of your view as the world around begins to fade in and out of black.

It's at this moment that you realise you can't breathe.

Your lungs burn as if the air around you is made of embers, eyes watering enough for the hot tears to spill onto your cheeks rhythmically, hands weakly clutching at the material of your jersey, knuckles white.

A familiar face morphs into view, the concern in your captain's eyes heartwarming despite the pain spreading through you at an alarming rate. Funnily enough, your mind drifts to Yoongi as she begins to uselessly fuss over you, knowing very well that he'll make everything better like he promises he will each time you slip into an asthma attack.

A soft whimper falls from your lips at his absence.

Yoongi's eyebrows stay furrowed as he approaches the crowd surrounding you, his heartbeat echoing in his ears as he curses himself for not getting to you sooner. He tried running to you the very second he saw the ball hit your chest but the coaches wouldn't let him pass until he threatened them with their jobs.

Shaking his head dismissively, he reaches the crowd and tries to push through, growling under his breath in frustration.

"I don't know what to do," your captain calls out, her hands trembling as they rest on your shoulders. "I can't find the ventilator, she can't breathe and the nurse is off duty."

You whine in discomfort, head lolling to the side as the dizziness slowly becomes too much to bear. Sua hugs Dayoung close to her, the girl feeling extremely guilty about all that has happened, her hands pressed against her chest despite her so badly wanting to reach out and help.

Luckily for her, she turns her head just in time to see Yoongi trying to squeeze through.

"Yoongi?" she calls, breaking away from Sua to latch onto his arm. The concerned man nods, gratefulness twinkling in his eyes as she shows no hesitation in leading him to you, watching in relief as he crouches down beside the captain, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Cold hands meet the skin of your knees, their icy trail running down the length of your thighs before reaching your back, ever so gently guiding you to sit upright. You wheeze out something incoherent as those same hands, cold and comfortingly familiar, cup your face.

"You're okay," a soothing voice whispers, hands moving from your face carefully, one running through your damp hair and the other guiding a puffer to your lips. "It'll be over soon."

Your lungs clear as your shoulders slump in exhaustion, your mind putty as Yoongi stands to hook his arms underneath your legs and back, cradling you to his warm chest.

"Is she okay?" You hear Dayoung murmur, the feel of Yoongi's chest vibrating underneath as he answers her oddly lulling.

"She'll be okay in a few minutes," he replies, subconsciously tightening his hold on you, "but she needs rest. If it's okay with the captain, I'd like her to come home with me."

Your captain must've agreed to Yoongi's request because he starts moving again, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Thank you," you whisper with a gentle laugh, "for helping with...that. I'm also glad you could come, even though I nearly died while playing."

He shakes his head down at you, fighting back a fond smile. "It's way too soon for you to joke about dying."

You weakly beat at his chest, grinning when he doesn't object to it and instead presses another kiss to your forehead. "You really scared me, you know?"

You hum, mindlessly snuggling into his chest in a silent reassurance of your safety.

"Let's just go home," you murmur, eyes slowly drooping shut as he walks you to his car.