ꨄ︎ warnings : enemies to ???, a lot of bickering, skinship, kissing, cursing, lowercase intended
ꨄ︎ word count : 3k
ꨄ︎ author’s note : debut p1harmony fic!!! can u tell i started watching haikyu recently (ty nika)… this is the last fic i’ll be posting for a little while - i’m taking a brief break to let myself relax, i’ve been writing constantly for so long i think i deserve it. promise i’ll be back better than ever :) all support is appreciated. hope u enjoy jokitties 🪽
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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ 황인탁ᰍ໋ ۫ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𖦹⠀ 𓈒 読む⸝⸝ ⟡
it wasn’t rare for your name to be put next to the guy that had always matched your level of skill - hwang intak. the two of you were a notorious duo, known for your extremely over-the-top-and-borderline-unnecessary rivalry. despite both of you playing for the university’s separate volleyball teams, you two always managed to make everything a competition.
on the men’s team, hwang intak, aka number 2, was the university’s top setter, known for his powerful, accurate sets and charming looks. you only saw his cocky attitude and his obsession with his hair.
you on the other hand, were the top outside hitter on the women’s team, sporting number 3 on your shirt. your high-volume hits and fast reflexes were the talk of the sports club committees. intak only saw your over-competitiveness and that loud, jarring voice of yours that echoed in the sports hall.
“is there an off-button on that mouth of yours?” he teased you during combined practice one time, after you had shouted guidance to your teammate busy with drills.
“shut up, intak.” you huffed, shoving him with your hand. intak simply giggled, jogging back to his own group on the other side of the gym.
he’d pick on you for being shorter than him, you’d retaliate with an attack to his egotistical attitude. as usual.
your arguments ranged from spewed insults to hyperbolic competitiveness, comparing points scored in tournaments - even if they were completely separate competitions, women’s and men’s. it didn’t matter. intak had to beat you, and then you had to one-up him.
the university’s top athletes - unfortunately destined to be enemies on the court.
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tuesday morning’s practice was in full swing, your team located on the right of the gymnasium, busy with pass-and-move relays, whilst the guys were scattered on the left, most practicing serves and receives. none of the players noticed the coaches walk in, clipboards in hand.
“listen up, everyone!” the women’s team coach yelled over the chaos. everyone turned, dropping whatever they were doing to listen. you turned too, wiping the sweat from your brow.
“we have an announcement.”
you glanced at your teammates, sharing an intrigued look with them.
“the university’s been invited to another tournament.” a few enthusiastic cheers were heard from the players, excitement settling over the crowd. “however, this tournament is different.”
“how is it different?” one of the girls asked.
“it will be a mixed tournament. both boys and girls on one team.” she said. “the board is trying something new.”
the silence that followed was deafening. you were all shocked to say the least. a mixed tournament? this was new to you, these types of matches weren’t common. how would it even work?
“as long as y/n is on the bench, i’m happy to play.” a voice called from the crowd. that annoying, cocky voice that you’d unfortunately recognise anywhere. hwang intak. of course.
“shut up, hwang.” you snapped back, huffing. the coaches both sighed simultaneously. they were right in expecting the two of you to be reluctant at first.
“both of you will be on the team. we need to use your skills together.”
“together?” the two of you said at the same time. you were pissed that they were trying to force you to get along with that idiot. intak was nothing but trouble.
“don’t act all surprised. you’re some of our top players.” the men’s team coach added. “when the two of you work together, i’m sure the results will be great.”
the coaches eventually dismissed everyone back to practice, but you stood in place, frozen. you almost couldn’t believe what you had just been told. the two of you? on the court? working together? the thought made you cringe.
“y/n, come on. help me set up for the next drills.” your teammate called, grabbing a volleyball and beckoning you over with her other hand. you nodded, walking over to the group. but there was one thing on your mind.
this was going to be interesting.
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practice for the upcoming tournament was hectic, to say the least. you were called to the sports hall practically every day. the hours dragged, long and dreadful, your body exhausted and sore. but none of that was worse than having to put up with intak constantly.
“don’t tell me you’re already tired?” intak would tease you during break, his hair damp with sweat as he stretched a few feet away from you. “we’ve barely started. are you sure you’re good enough for this?”
“quit it, you jerk. i’m fine.” you murmured, eyes sharpening into a glare in his direction. he simply chuckled, shaking his head and walking off. that idiot always knew how to wind you up.
as time passed, the tension within the team grew rapidly, with everyone being stressed about the comp. the list of rival universities taking part was relatively short, but many of those teams had beat yours before, and by a landslide score. this meant everyone was determined to improve this time around - and that’s why the arguments began to grow more common, exhaustion and anxiety rising to the surface the more the players practiced; and the more you had to spend time with intak.
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the mixed team had been practicing together for just over a week now, but it had felt more like a lifetime for you. the hours stretched into what felt like years.
everyone was currently doing pass-set-hit drills, shouts of guidance and support echoing off the walls.
luck wasn’t on your side today, your hits lacking the oomph they usually had, either not making it over the net or missing the court lines completely.
it was your fourth miss when intak strolled over, squatting next to you. you were preparing yourself for a teasing insult, another snarky comment about your irrelevance in the team.
“intak, i’m not in the-“
“you need to put more power into those hits. try to awing your arm back a little further.”
you glanced up at him, not expecting those words to fall from his mouth. it wasn’t exactly nice, but he wasn’t making fun of you this time around. he had given you constructive criticism. you could see the seriousness on his face, his eyes fixed on yours. intak wasn’t playing around.
“…yeah, i know. i’ll work on it.” you muttered, wiping the sweat from your forehead and standing up. intak stayed squatting at the side of the net, watching you walk back onto the court.
you resumed practice, intak’s advice replaying in your head. a few more attempts, and you had managed to hit the ball harder, the arm swing actually helping with increasing your power. it was annoying to admit intak was right.
unbeknownst to you, intak’s eyes followed your every movement, flickering from your hand position, to your arm movement, to your pretty face-
he turned his head away immediately when he realised he was staring, releasing a large sigh before heading onto the court. don’t get distracted, he thought to himself. the tournament was starting soon, and he couldn’t afford to get mixed up with anything. especially not with you of all people.
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it was the beginning of may, and the tournament had begun - the first game had just started. you had shared an intense look with intak just as the whistle started, as if to say ‘don’t fuck this up, hwang’. you were not ready to lose.
the game was in full swing, and you were locked in, eyes glued to the ball and it’s movement around the court. you had scored a few points already and were feeling good.
intak, on the other hand, was struggling. not with receiving passes, not with setting the ball perfectly and accurately for the hitters, but with you. he didn’t know what had came over him today, but he couldn’t manage to stop his eyes from drifting to you.
the ball was in the air, the libero, jiung, having just passed it in his direction. intak had his hands ready to receive and set it, when he saw you in his peripheral vision, moving across the floor quickly to stand near by.
his eyes caught yours, and his body seemed to freeze in place. the ball skimmed his hands, and dropped to the floor. the referee blew the whistle, signalling a point for the opposing team, and the players erupted into a loud, infuriated mess.
“intak, what the fuck man?!” jiung yelled, his arms lifted in frustrated shock.
“you need to lock in. we can’t lose on our first match.” the middle blocker added. intak shook his head, letting out a groan. what the hell was wrong with him? why was he getting distracted? and why was it you that was distracting him?
“shit, i’m sorry. it won’t happen again.” he muttered, a few more angry comments being made before the players took their positions again.
“focus, hwang.” he heard you say, your voice stern. he glanced over at you. “don’t let the team down.”
intak simply nodded and turned back to the net, not daring to utter a word to you. he didn’t know what had come over him, but there was a new sort of tension between the two of you now. and intak had a slight idea that you could feel it too.
it was only a matter of time before it became too much for intak to handle.
---
progressing through the tournament, it was now the semi-finals. it was getting more serious now, and you could feel the intensity heightening. the team hadn’t spoke at all on the coach to the venue, no jokes or laughter. everyone was locked in.
it was clear that the pressure was getting to some of the players, including you, due to the amount of mistakes being made.
the libero didn’t dive fast enough, the ball sneaking past the blockers before they could stop it - and worst of all, your attacks weren’t hard enough. the power just wasn’t there.
thankfully, you’d somehow managed to pull through and win 3 of the 5 sets, barely winning by a few points in the most recent. there was a mix of relief and frustration in the air once the game was over, a lot of players disappointed in their performance.
---
intak approached you in the hallway by the locker room, as you were chugging from your water bottle. he looked pissed, to say the least - his arms folded, eyebrows knitted together, eyes shooting daggers into you.
“y/n.” he said, his voice cold. you pushed your hair back from your face, glancing up at him.
“what?”
“you almost made us lose today.”
you sighed. of course he was here to complain.
“don’t start that shit now. we still won.” you folded your arms, copying him. “besides, you made mistakes yourself.”
intak growled, moving to stand directly in front of you now, towering over you.
“what did i tell you about your arm? you have to swing it back further for more power.” intak’s expression was dark, the anger evident.
“what do you know about being a hitter, huh?” you barked back, lifting your hand to shove him back slightly. “stay in your own lane, hwang.”
intak got impossibly closer after the shove, your back touching the locker room door. he wasn’t giving up.
“watch your mouth, number 3.”
“no. you need to watch yours, number 2.” you snapped back, a finger poking into his chest. “i’m done with you bossing everyone aroun-“
before you could finish your sentence, intak slammed his lips against yours, the kiss harsh, knocking the air from your lungs. you pushed him off quickly, a sound of surprise escaping you.
the two of you stood there looking at each other for a moment. neither of you said anything, the tension sizzling hot between you. impossible to deny, impossible to ignore.
his lips were back on you quickly, his calloused hands gripping your waist. your hands bury themselves into his damp hair, tugging at the dark strands. intak let out a deep groan at the sensation, pushing you back into the locker room, door swinging shut behind him.
your back hit the cold tiles of the wall, cool against your hot skin. intak’s body was pressed into your own, his lips basically attacking yours. the hatred and rivalry between you was evident in how you kissed, both of you fighting for dominance over the other.
“you’re so… frustrating…” he whispered between kisses, fingers digging into your hips. “n-never know when to… shut up.”
your tongue slipped past his lips to keep him quiet, exploring his mouth. you didn’t know why you were kissing him or even why you were letting any of this happen. you hated hwang intak, didn’t you?
the touches and kisses were aggressive, heated, nothing short of desperate. something in the way intak held you made you think he had been wanting to do this for a while. that it wasn’t just an accident, or something he did on a whim. but it wasn’t like you were any better. your tongue was down his throat.
you both pulled away after a few minutes, panting and sweaty. intak stared at your swollen lips for a moment, before shutting his eyes tight.
“fuck,” he cursed under his breath, a hand running through his hair. “i don’t know why i just did that.”
you stay quiet, catching your breath. your hands dropped from his neck, landing at your sides. his hand was quick to follow, leaving your hip and getting shoved into his short pocket.
he stepped back, moving to the exit. hand on the door, intak turned to look at you.
“don’t… don’t think this means anything.” he chewed on his lip before continuing. “i still hate you.”
“…y-yeah. i hate you too.” you answered, trying your best to sound disinterested, like you weren’t freaking out on the inside.
with that, intak sighed and left the locker room, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
you had just kissed hwang intak, your sworn enemy. one of the worst things you could’ve done.
what was even worse though, is that you liked it.
---
a few days had passed since the incident and it was finally the final match. the big game. the whole team was filled with jitters. one of the guys, keeho, had even thrown up on the way there. he swore it was just travel sickness, but you all knew the real reason.
the venue was huge, and there was a surprisingly large crowd - most were here for the opposing team, a popular university known for their skilled volleyball players. it was nerve-wracking just looking at them stretching together, 12 giants on the other side of the court.
the whistle blew a few minutes later, and the game began.
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your team was doing shockingly good, leading the match with 2 sets won so far - 1 more and you’d win the whole thing. it seemed unreal.
you and intak were finally finding a flow of working together, your skills pairing perfectly. was it because of the kiss? had that changed your dynamic? you didn’t know. all you knew was that your quick attacks were helping rack up the points, intak’s accurate sets and your powerful hits forming an unstoppable force.
another point scored by your team, and intak’s hand squeezed your shoulder briefly, a silent ‘good job’. the touch sent a shiver down your spine.
“is it just me or are they actually getting along now?” one of the benched setters, theo, whispered to the other players on the sidelines. it seemed that everyone had noticed the change in how the two of you were treating each other. the other players agreed, intrigued by the switch up.
they assumed it was probably just because you wanted to win the finals.
yes… it was definitely that.
---
another perfect attack from you and intak and the game was all over, the whistle blowing and your team erupting into excited cheers and hugs.
your eyes found intak’s immediately, a silent conversation shared between the two of you.
you jogged over to him, a small grin appearing on his flushed face.
“we, um… we did good back there.” you spoke, not really sure what to say now that you were actually talking to him. intak chuckled.
“yeah, we did.” he brushed his hand through his hair. “good job.”
“you too, intak.”
---
the sky outside was a pink-orange blend when the team left the venue, your coach carrying the trophy proudly. the players were all deep into their conversations, loud chatter and laughter filling the air.
you were walking behind the group, the breeze cold against your bare arms. a shiver ghosted through your body as you felt a warm material draped over your shoulders.
“should’ve brought your jacket, idiot.” intak chuckled, his team jacket now covering your skin. it was warm. he had probably just taken it off himself.
“yeah yeah, i know.”
walking beside him, a comfortable silence resting between you, intak’s hand brushed yours faintly. his pinky linked with yours.
“y’know…” he began, breaking the silence. you glanced up at him. “you’re not so bad.”
intak’s words made you smirk, a wave of pride washing through you. your elbow nudges his side gently.
oh my beloved i LOVED the drabble you posted for my request thank you for doing it justice omg🫶 sorry I haven’t been as active I’ve been super busy with life but just know that I’m lurking :’)
I am curious to see what you’d think of the romantic elements of 7th member reader👀 this is no pressure at all!! You already did my request so well and I’m so so grateful for that🫶
My fave especially was jongseob 😭 like yes pls be my annoying lil brother and shota will be adopted if I become piwon member 7 beware
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omggg im so glad you liked it!! && never apologize for having a life i wish to god i could put my phone down. i hope you've been well!! have you done anything fun recently?
i'll def be writing more reaction posts (is that what theyre even called idk) so i'll put romance dynamics or something similar on my wip list :DD it was fun to try out a new style & and i have a concerning lack of posts for anyone but jitak that the ot6 format fixes... in some ways.
i LOVEEEEE besties soulseob so i was very excited to write that LOL,, in fact they were the only 2 i was confident about from the start likeeee they r my friends and one is sweet and one is the devil
Ahh puns, my favourite😅 I used to destroy my cousins at poker when I was like 16 so I’ve always just loved cards. I think the diamond is my favourite but the club just feels more edgy and I love being an edgy bitch :P
I’m procrastinating shit too LOL and my time is spent daydreaming so oh boy do I have inspiration for you
What do you think about writing blurbs/thoughts about how each of the members would treat 7th member reader? Like what their relationship would each be with her, platonic/romantic, would they butt heads/have tension/start off rocky, stuff like that. Maybe reader that’s like in the middle of them age wise. If you can’t tell I love 7th reader trope lol but I promise I will diversify my requests when my hyperfixation shifts :)
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♠️ anon... i want you to know a day never passed where i didnt think about this request. i wrote keeho's and saved it to drafts and spent the last 3 months wondering if it would ever be finished. that day has come.
i did platonic dynamics all around but i'd definitely be open to writing one thats romantic if you liked it! i tried to stick to the 03/04 age vibe to keep reader closer with maknae line.
i really hope you like it since its been cooking, with love, since the Day you sent this in. bless you have an amazing forever
