A Seat, A Smile, A Love Story
Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
Summary: You are the new student that Taehyung noticed. You tried to play hard to get, but he always got under your skin. He invited you to his soccer game where everything changed.
Warning: slow burn.
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"Everyone, this is Y/N," the teacher said with a warm smile, gesturing toward you. "Why don't you take the empty seat next to Taehyung? He's the one in the red jacket."
You scanned the classroom until your eyes landed on him. He was lounging in his chair, one arm draped lazily across his desk, the bright red jacket making him stand out from everyone else.
Trying not to draw any more attention to yourself, you made your way over and sat beside him.
As you unpacked your notebook, a strange feeling settled over you, like someone was watching you.
As you looked up, Taehyung was already staring at you, completely unapologetic. The corner of his mouth curled into a teasing smile.
You raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?"
A quiet chuckle escaped him.
"Are you always this feisty?"
"I don't know," you replied, placing your notebook on the desk. "Are you always this nosy?"
His grin widened.
"I think we're going to get along."
You rolled your eyes.
"Yeah... if you stop staring at me."
"I can't help it."
You blinked.
He shrugged as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"You're interesting."
A small laugh escaped you.
"That's your best line?"
"No."
He leaned back in his chair.
"My best lines usually work."
"On who?"
"The girls who want them to."
"And you think I do?"
"No."
He smiled.
"That's exactly why I'm still talking to you."
You shook your head, trying to hide the smile threatening to form.
"You've got a lot of confidence."
"So I've been told."
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Over the next few weeks, Taehyung became impossible to avoid.
He always found a reason to be near you.
If he forgot a pencil, he'd borrow yours.
If there was a group project, he'd somehow end up in your group.
If you walked into class a minute before the bell, he'd already have a seat saved beside him.
You kept telling yourself he was just annoying.
Yet somehow, your mornings felt strangely quiet on the rare days he wasn't there.
One afternoon, as the final bell rang, you zipped your backpack shut.
"Hey."
You looked up.
Taehyung stood beside your desk with his soccer bag slung over one shoulder.
"What?"
"My team's playing tomorrow after school."
"Okay?"
"I'm asking if you'll come."
You frowned.
"Why would I?"
"Because I want you there."
The answer came so naturally that it caught you off guard.
"I don't know anything about soccer."
"You don't have to."
"Why me?"
For once, he didn't answer right away.
Instead, he looked at you with an unusually sincere expression.
"Because when you're around..."
He rubbed the back of his neck, looking almost embarrassed.
"I don't know. Everything just feels easier."
You stared at him.
The teasing smile was gone.
He actually meant it.
Before you could respond, he smiled again.
"I'll save you a seat if you get there early."
Then he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with far more to think about than you wanted.
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The next day, you spent hours convincing yourself not to go.
It was just a soccer game.
You barely knew him.
So why were you already checking the time?
Eventually, curiosity won.
By the time you reached the field, the game had already started.
You slipped into the bleachers, hoping no one would notice.
Someone did.
Taehyung.
Even from across the field, the moment he spotted you, his face lit up.
His entire expression softened before he flashed you a grin and gave you a quick wave.
You couldn't stop yourself from smiling back.
For the rest of the match, he seemed to have endless energy. He sprinted faster, played harder, and chased every ball like the game depended on it.
Every now and then, he'd glance toward the stands at you.
Late in the second half, he stole the ball, dribbled past two defenders, and fired a perfect shot into the top corner of the net.
The crowd erupted.
His teammates rushed toward him, shouting and celebrating.
But after only a moment, Taehyung broke away.
Instead of celebrating, he ran straight toward the bleachers.
Toward you.
Breathing hard, he stopped in front of you, wearing the biggest smile you'd ever seen.
"You came."
You smiled.
"I guess curiosity got the better of me."
"I'm glad it did."
A brief silence settled between you.
"You played really well," you said.
His eyes never left yours.
"I know."
You laughed.
"Still humble, I see."
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
"I wasn't talking about the game."
Your smile softened.
"What were you talking about?"
He held your gaze for another second before rubbing the back of his neck.
"I just..." He let out a quiet laugh, his ears turning pink. "I meant... today."
"Today?"
"Being with you." He cleared his throat. "I think today went pretty well."
You smiled, unable to hide it.
"There you are."
He frowned playfully.
"Who?"
"The real Taehyung."
He smiled.
"I was wondering when you'd notice."
You looked at him for a moment before gently bumping his shoulder.
"Don't get used to me coming to every game."
His grin returned instantly.
"So you're admitting you'll come to another one?"
You sighed dramatically.
"You really never give up."
"No."
His voice softened.
"Not when it's someone I care about."
For the first time since you'd met him, neither of you looked away.
The sounds of the crowd slowly faded into the background.
It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared.
Taehyung smiled first.
"Does this mean you'll stop pretending you don't like me?"
You let out a soft laugh.
"I never said I liked you."
"No." He took a small step closer. "But you showed up when you said no."
You looked down, suddenly fascinated by the grass beneath your shoes, "I guess there's a small part of me that finds you... bearable."
His expression softened, "Good," a comfortable silence settled between you before he spoke again, "I've been trying to figure out the right way to tell you this."
"Tell me what?"
He took a slow breath, "I like you," he teasing grin he usually wore was gone, "I know we haven't known each other for very long, but every day I spend with you becomes my favorite part of the day."
Your heart skipped a beat at his words.
"You make school feel less like something I have to get through and more like somewhere I actually want to be."
He laughed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I know that probably sounds cheesy."
"A little," you said with a teasing smile.
He groaned.
"I knew it."
"But..." You smiled. "It's also really sweet."
Hope flickered across his face.
"So you do like me?"
He raised an eyebrow as you started to laugh.
"I won't go that far."
"I can see it in your smile."
"Okay. Maybe I do like you... a little."
The biggest smile spread across his face.
"I knew it."
Before either of you realized it, you'd both stepped a little closer.
Your hands brushed.
Neither of you pulled away.
Instead, Taehyung slowly reached for your hand.
His fingers hesitated for only a second before gently intertwining with yours.
"Is this okay?"
You glanced down at your joined hands before meeting his eyes again.
"It's more than okay."
His shoulders visibly relaxed.
"I've wanted to do that for weeks."
"You could've asked."
"I was trying to seem cool."
You smiled.
"And how's that working out?"
He looked at your intertwined fingers and grinned.
"I'd say pretty well."
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't stop smiling.
"You're impossible."
"And yet..." he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze, "you're still holding my hand."
"I guess I am."
A few of his teammates whistled from across the field.
"Ooooh!"
Taehyung groaned dramatically.
"They're never going to let me live this down."
You laughed, "Then let's give them something worth remembering."
His eyes widened slightly before a soft smile spread across his face.
Slowly, you stepped closer, lifting your hands to gently cup his face.
For a brief moment, the cheering, laughter, and chatter around you faded into the background.
There was only him.
His gaze searched yours one last time, silently asking for permission.
When you smiled, he leaned in the rest of the way.
Your lips met in a soft, lingering kiss—gentle at first, then a little deeper as neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away.
When you finally did, your foreheads rested together, both of you smiling.
"I think this was a pretty good first date," he said with a smug smirk.
"This wasn't a date."
He tilted his head innocently.
"I invited you to my game."
"You did."
"You came."
"I did."
"We held hands."
"We did."
"And now you kissed me."
You shook your head, laughing.
"You really are impossible."
"Maybe," he admitted with a grin. "But I'm impossible with you."
Your cheeks turned a little pink from blushing.
"I guess I can live with that."
His smile softened into something quieter, more genuine.
"I'm glad."
Without thinking, your fingers laced with his once more.
As the sun dipped lower over the soccer field and his teammates continued teasing from a distance, you realized something that surprised you.
Going to a soccer game had been the best decision you'd made all week.
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