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I just want to say i have 3 holes
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Chapter 1
NOTES FOR THE READERS:
ok so i know this is clearly an aggressive yaki au but it doesnt have to be this was just the direction i started to go in. This is something I found in my docs and I’d like to share the concept with everyone. Yes, this is enemies to lovers. Anytime you see a separation between paragraphs this is POV shifting from you to Kyk. My inbox is OPEN, if anyone has requests.
“Congratulations, you made the team”
You’ll never forget the day you made it to what you consider the dream team, all your hard work paying off in the end. The day you opened up the letter signed to you announcing the news you had been waiting for. The sense of accomplishment flooded through you, pleased with yourself for once. All your friends and family deemed you lucky and were proud of you. You made a promise to yourself to not get distracted along the way. The sound of the fan running in your studio apartment, just arriving back from checking the mail. Your eyes lit up upon the sight of seeing the application addressed to you, as much as you wanted to scream you held composure. That whole night you could hardly sleep knowing what the future held for you, time passed slowly than within an instant you were starting your very first game on the team.
The air in the locker room felt hot and sticky, shouting could be heard from outside as you laced up your shoes for your first game. You were a freshman on the college volleyball team, another new face and considered a pester for your older teammates. You checked yourself out in the mirror before stumbling out onto the gym nervously, you felt like a baby giraffe using its legs for the first time. “Get it together…” You told yourself. Your talents were undeniable and you deserved your spot on the team, regardless of the anxious thoughts that ran through your mind. A deep breath filled your lungs and left in a moment's release, hands slightly shaky and clammy. People lined the rows, eagerly awaiting the game to start while everybody cheered for their favorite players and teams. Standing up straight for a sense of false confidence, you stood in your position ready. You could feel one pair of eyes in particular latching onto you, who? No other than your team captain, of course. Kim Yeon-Koung, one of the best volleyball players in the world was staring directly into your soul as if already displeased with you. Her eyes were piercing like a hawk and her eyebrows furrowed together as she had only one goal in mind, winning.
Yaki moved with grace across the gym, seemingly every time the ball came her way she could score a point. No matter who she was up against her expertise and professionalism shined through, she remained a true force to be reckoned with. You always admired how she made it look so easy, nearly effortless when it came to doing what she loved. As the game continued on, the focused look she had only left her face when it was time to celebrate. Her charming smile could switch off to an intimidating death stare towards the opposing team within an instant, that was the competitive nature about her. She was magnetic to you even if you knew it was wrong, you didn’t want to be right. She was so attractive it was easy to look past her defensive and stern demeanor. There has been a time too many when Yaki had gotten onto you, whether it was for hitting the ball in the wrong direction or simply not playing exactly how she wanted you to. When it had become game time she turned ruthless, at times she even hurt you and your other teammate’s feelings.
Regardless… She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“Hit the ball, idiot!”
Somehow you managed to lose your train of thought midgame, the ball flew right by you and hit the floor allowing your opponents to gain a point. Yaki threw her hands up in the air, muttering curse words under her breath. Nothing made her angrier than when we royally screwed up, especially a mistake made by a younger teammate. Her attitude could shift from sweet to seeing red within an instant. You cuffed your face with your hands, wiping off some sweat. Pure humiliation and shame sent a shock through your body, knocking you back down to Earth once again. You wanted to run or hide, anywhere away from everyone else but you couldn’t. Yaki took a deep breath and made a “come here” motion with her hands and you knew all her wrath was about to be released upon you. You made your walk of shame towards her, keeping your posture as stiff and tall as you could in an attempt to not display your guilt.
“Are you kidding me? I’m not losing because of you. Get it together, Y/n.”
“Im sorry I-”
“I don’t care, that will not ever happen again.”
She scoffed and fixed her position, making sure to scrunch her face up enough to express her disdain for you. You hated that you could never defend yourself with her, as much as you knew you were in the wrong. Everyone held their places and the game continued, this time you were going to prove yourself. The winning team served the ball and this time your eyes were hyperfocused on it. One of your teammates hit the ball to the other side but the defense knocked it back over to you, this was your chance and you took it. You slammed the ball with your palm as hard as you could, your opponents scurried over to defend but they were no match. You scored a point, quickly recovering from your hiccup earlier. You threw your hands up and cheered with the team, a big smile covered Yaki’s face. Nothing made you happier than when she was proud of you. She always managed to shift your emotions, hitting every notch on the spectrum from anger to butterflies fluttering around in your tummy.
Both teams were now even and whichever team scores will be the winner. Yaki gave a quick pep talk, assuring everyone we could have this. Regardless of her rough exterior, she was an amazing coach and you knew that. You respected her even though you knew she saw you as an ant. Every time she switched from being angry to happy with you it tugged at your heartstrings, leaving you absolutely hopeless. You doubted she even acknowledged your existence sometimes but the high was enough to keep you confident for the remainder of the game. Your team served the ball and thus came the usual back and forth of the two teams. This one was tough since everyone was fighting for a win, footsteps squeaked across the floor as everyone shouted at each other. Sure enough, Yaki hit the ball and made it land smack across the floor. The team huddled together to give everyone a joyous embrace, Yakis hand graced your back before pulling away. Being within her presence never lasted long enough.
You hunched over on a cold metal bench, sweat running down your back and neck. The stench of gungy knee pads and sopping uniforms filled the air. Bodysprays and deodorant attempted to mask the hazardous scent. Your gaze stayed on the worn blue tiles along the locker room floor. The scuffle and rummaging of tennis shoes and lockers flinging open, cheering and laughter layered over. You grabbed a soft cotton towel and headed to the showers, a curtain covered the cubicles. You whipped the curtain open impatiently and began taking your clothes off, hanging them over the steel rod above you. Soapy suds and a thick lather coated your body, a holy cleanse after the intense game you endured. Hot water hit your back as your mind recalled Yaki lecturing you, the way her eyes seemingly filled with hatred and resentment. Though the game was won, your mind ate at your flaws and faults.
Never good enough.
You turned the faucet off and began to dry off, wrapping a separate towel in your hair. You felt clean and fresh, ready to go home and pass out. Upon leaving, you saw the girls all huddled around Yaki as she rambled. Laughter and giggles from everyone eating up one of her elaborate storytimes, admittedly she was funny. Looks and a good sense of humor, she had everything. You picked up your duffel bag and let it slouch over your shoulder before heading towards the door. It was obvious how a few girls just wanted brownie points with the captain, some kept their distance because they couldn’t stand her. At the moment you weren’t sure where you and Yaki stood until she called your name out just before you could leave. She stood up and cut her storytime short, feet scuffling over towards you. She cleaned up well as you could smell her musky perfume lingering from her body as she moved closer.
“Let’s talk.”
She pulled you out for some privacy, her hand resting on your shoulder.
You nodded your head in obedience, ready for whatever criticism she was about to give you.
“How did you not see it coming? I’ve never seen you freeze up like that before.”
Her hands cupped the air in frustration, the concept of it being your first game and never playing in front of that many people never occurred in her mind. Even though you knew, who was really distracting you at the moment. You paused, your eyes pointed at the ground as you tried to come up with an excuse. You felt the heat of Yaki’s intimidating glare on you, looking you up and down in pity.
“I made a mistake, there is no excuse for it and I’ll admit that. It won’t happen again but stop acting as you weren’t in my position before.”
“Because I wasn’t, I was much better than you at your age.”
She cocked a sly grin and tilted her head, she thought herself hilarious and cute. However, you found nothing funny about the situation. Your mind raced with a hundred scenarios where Yaki could have passed the ball to a better spot or times when she let her close friends off the hook when they messed up yet got onto you for the slightest mistake. Your eyes wanted to jolt all the way to the back of your brain but you didn’t wanna come off too rude to your senior. You smacked your teeth together and said nothing, the both of you making eye contact. The air grew quiet and tense as she knew you weren’t saying how you truly felt. Either way, she felt as though it was the perfect time to listen to the sound of her voice yet again.
“Practice tomorrow morning, eight o clock. Be there, your career depends on it.”
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Yaki switched into a shirt and shorts to assess her daily wine down, It had been a long day after all. Every day is a long day for an athlete, the body was in good shape but the mind remained heavy sometimes. She lives alone, on the days she isn’t busy she is usually staying out of the public eye. Her notoriety had sparked in recent years especially despite being well known for a long time now. Yaki, let out a big yawn before collapsing in bed and turning on something to watch, presumably her usual drama. The apartment was quiet but tidy and kept. For the most part, she was content with living alone but it does get lonely. The difference between going from loud cheering crowds to silence is hard to adjust to. Every night she did a quick rundown on what the teammates need to improve, at the end of the list was you. There was never a moment where Yaki doubted your talent, it was your focus that came into question.
What is that girl always thinking about?
Yaki sighed after closing her laptop. Silence, darkness then came the tossing and turning. Reaching over to the other side of the end table she grabbed her phone and opened up her socials, scrolling to see if anyone has posted anything new. She paused and clicked her tongue, feeling nosey enough to search up your name. You both followed each other but never interacted much, things were always friendly if they weren’t tense. Admittedly, she knew you were the easiest to get a reaction out of. The way you pulled yourself away from her was noticeable, whether you meant to or not.
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#kim yeon koung#kim yeonkoung#yaki#bread unnie#POV#alternating pov#SERIES#dabbling#plot#idea#submissions#Fanfic#yaki x reader#Kim Yeon koung x reader#alternate reality
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I didn’t know this video existed! I’m barely started watching “Korea No.1″, but hopefully this won’t spoil too much. LOL? XD I definately love this trio.
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omg you’re a volleyball player? have you heard of kim yeonkoung?
IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION????! ive been playing volleyball since since i was like nine but i always found it fun watching the sport when i was super young even before I got into playing so obviously my mom would watch games with korea playing and its the way I would always get so giggly when she would pop up on the screen and I literally did not know why 😭
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do you have a faceclaim for hyo? i'm curious because for some reason i can't help but picture kim yeonkoung as her😭 idek why but ITS HYO
i'm obsessed with this series i need a moment you're insanely talented
honestly i don't...😭 i have a very specific mental image of what she looks like, but i haven't really put a face to her quite yet!! if you guys have any suggestions for hyo's faceclaim i'm open to them!!
and kim yeon-koung is a very good contender!
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informações
Nome completo: Lucie Choi
Data de nascimento: 31 de março de 1998 (25 anos)
Local de nascimento: Yorkshire, Inglaterra
Esporte: Vôlei (Central)
Dormitório: Platinum (individual)
Hall da Fama: Iniciante
Perfil: @hdclucie
Faceclaim: Miyeon - Gidle
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Com tantos Centros de Treinamento Olímpico espalhados pelo mundo, por que o Hamdeok Complex?
Meu pai ter nascido na Coréia infuenciou muito a minha decisão de vir para o complexo Hamdeok, especialmente para ter a sorte de treinar com um dos melhores da seleção coreana do tempo dele, Sun Taewook-ssi.
E como você entrou? Alguém te indicou e você passou pelos testes, você se inscreveu voluntariamente para fazer os testes ou houve alguma contribuição monetária envolvida?
Queria dizer que foi por indicação, mas eu mesma me voluntariei para fazer os testes e quando recebi a notícia que havia passado, quase chorei de felicidade.
Você certamente se destaca no esporte que pratica. O que motivou a sua escolha por ele?
Bem, meus pais são do ramo, os dois jogadores de vôlei, e apesar deles serem a minha maior inspiração, foram jogadoras como Kim YeonKoung, Paola Cardullo e Paula Pequeno que me fizeram me apaixonar mais pelo esporte. Ver tantas mulheres sendo representadas, ver os jogos delas e rever todas as partidas é o que me deixa empolgada para mostrar meu talento.
Pode nos contar, brevemente, sobre sua trajetória no esporte até o momento?
Minha trajetória ainda vai começar, apesar de ser conhecida por conta dos meus pais, quero agora criar minha própria reputação. Mas já participei de partidas pela liga nacional da Coréia, e dos Jogos Asiáticos.
Quais são suas maiores qualidades e maiores defeitos? Como elas influenciam seu dia a dia como atleta?
Ser paciente e boa ouvinte mas também autoritária e meticulosa. Acho que por conta da minha posição como central, ás vezes preciso ser mais detalhista nos treinos e prestar mais atenção do que as outras meninas, o que por veses me faz soar como mandona...De certa forma apesar de ser assim, isso me ajuda a manter a ordem dentro dos meus próprios pensamentos.
Sabemos que é uma grande honra ser convocado para representar seu país nos jogos olímpicos, mas existe alguma outra razão pela qual você deseje isso?
Quero provar meu valor e mostrar que posso conquistar o coração da nossa pátria dentro e fora das quadras.
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Determinação: 16
Equilíbrio: 12
Sorte: 03
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Nacionais de Verão (2020) - 5º lugar
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OMG JUST MADE A CHAT IMAGINARY RS WITH KIM YEONKOUNG AND I KINDA LIKE IT😭
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kim yeonkoung icons ☆
#kim yeonkoung#kim yeonkoung icons#yeonkoung icons#kim yeon koung#korea icons#volleyball icons#volleyball
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hii like or reblog if you save/use
#south korea#korea#kim hee jin#kim hee jin icons#kim hee-jin#park jeong ah#park jeong ah icons#kim yeon koung#kim yeon-koung#kim yeon koung icons#kim suji#kim suji icons#kim heejin#kim yeonkoung#park jeongah#여자배구#volleyball#voleibol#olympics#icons
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hey everyone! im starting a new side blog for kim yeon koung, ive been obsessed with her lately. ill be writing fic and the usual simping, feel free to check it out it would be appreciated :) @yakiswifey
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#<3#tokyo 2020#olympics#volleyball#korea#team korea#womens volleyball#kim heejin#kim yeonkoung#kim suji#park jeongah#yeum hyeseon
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She can pound me from dawn until dawn
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haikyuu op for the japan vb team and oh my girl's dun dun dance for the korea vb team? pls keep it up
#kim yeonkoung yyds#can you tell my fav teams LOL#i should be sleeping soon but T_T#what timing this is sigh#lin blubs
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nvm i can’t find good girl subs so i’m gonna watch knowing bros instead uvu
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as your future lvr. (1)
- D-7 -
“Wanna go for a smoke outside?’”says J.
“Yeah, wait up just for a minute,” says YN.
YN and J pay at the till and open the door into the cold summer air. It’s pitch black, and YN and J are smoking, leaning against the restaurant building. The distant sound of people eating and energetic conversations in the background, and the yellow warm lights from the restaurant illuminating the dark. YN and J smoke in this comfortable silence, until…
A crash and a crowd of loud voices. Two tall, slender people walk out from the door- the lesser tall one being clumsily dragged out by the taller one. YN’s eyes go to the lesser tall one, who’s clearly drunk as she starts to sing loudly and obnoxiously. And then YN’s eyes go to the taller one.
Black hair, strong eyes, and legs that seem to stretch endlessly.
Big hands that hold her friend in place.
Sharp nose and long neck.
“Hey…” says J, “Isn’t that…”
“HEY!!! KIM YEONKOUNG!!!!” a voice comes from inside the restaurant. The figure opens the door, also carrying out a drunk person. “Why did you only take Heejin with you? There are so many other drunkards inside that you need to carry out.”
“Hey Kim Suji! Don’t tell me what to do! Do you know how…..” Yeonkoung groans while holding Heejin back, who suddenly tries to run away. “…how strong Heejin is? This is why I never drink with volleyball players…”
“Ah whatever,” Suji sighs, while passing the drunk figure leaning on her shoulder to YK. “Just take her and Heejin home…I’ll call the rest of the guys’ friends to pick them up. ”
The drunk figures that YK are holding both giggle and laugh.
“These bastards….” YK mutters, “…retirement party my ass…It’s us that have to do all the hard work until the very en-”
YK and YN make eye contact.
YK’s gaze changes from a casual one, to a deep, analytical one as YN and YK stand there staring at each other for a long time. YN gulps, as she fights the urge to look away from the intensity of YK’s gaze.
J senses the tension and interrupts, “Oh, hello!”
J chuckles in awkwardness, “Are you by any chance…Kim Yeonkoung…?”
YK tears her gaze away from YN, and looks to J.
YK forces a smile as she bows her head, ‘Oh, yes. That’s me.’
‘Wow!’ J gasps, ‘I’m a huge fan! Congratulations on everything. Very inspiring stuff.’
‘…Thank you.’ YK looks back to YN.
J nudges YN.
‘Hey! Isn’t that amazing! Kim Yeonkoung!’
‘…yeah’
YK squints her eyes, as if in disappointment. Still looking at YN, she says to J, ‘Your friend isn’t a big fan. She didn’t watch the Olympics?’
J hits YN on the shoulder and mutters quietly, ‘What are you doing?’.
YN takes a final drag out of her cigarette, and puts it out with her trainers.
She finally looks up at YK, and says, ‘I am a fan. Congratulations.’
YK scoffs at the ground at YN’s response.
‘Why? You don’t believe me?’, YN says.
YK continues laughing, and looks up from the ground and at YN, this time with a bashful smile.
‘…I believe you.’
YK laughs, and YN laughs with her. Together they share this playful moment. YN feels embarrassingly shy. In truth, the reason why she was staring at YK so intensely, was because…YK was so YN’s type.
Tall, pretty, charismatic.Even the way YK talked with annoyance at her friend, made her stomach do flips. Seeing YK’s hands and grip on drunk Heejin, evoked a sudden urge in YN to start drinking crazy in hopes that she could bury her head in YK’s neck too.
‘…Unnie’, Heejin says quietly.
YK looks at Heejin with annoyance.
‘What?’
Heejin doesn’t respond, which panics YK.
‘Why? What? What?’
‘…I think I’m going to throw up…’
YK panics.
‘What? No, no, no, you can’t do that…I just bought this outfit….’
YN steps closer to YK and Heejin.
‘Should I help?’, YN asks.
‘Uh…no…that’s fine.’ YK says.
YN and YK exchange eye contact again. YN’s heart flutters even more than before, from this close distance. YN can see YK up close, and she notices little things.
Her eye piercing. Not one, but five necklaces on her neck. Her mole on her right eyebrow.
‘Instead….’
YK tilts her head, without breaking her fixed stare at YN.
‘Could you give me your number?’
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loll so this is gonna be a series i guess? rip this was so shitty but u get the idea hopefully. but yeah please tell me what u think and what u wanna see and all,,,,,,,,hope u enjoyed it yaki enjoyers :)
#kim yeon koung#kim yeon koung x reader#kim yeon koung x yn#yaki#yeon koung kim#lesbian?? idk#reader insert#wlw#fluff
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kim yeonkoung is me in social situations
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