summary: after you and kwon tie when trying to kick higher at the aquarium, you're forced to share a room
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whose the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?
song: bed chem - sabrina carpenter
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“and smile” your cheeks ache as you attempt to keep the corners of your mouth lifted, posing against robby, the other captain of miyagi do. the sekai taikai was a prestigious world championship where only the dojos of highest talent, skill and agility were able to compete, fighting for the chance for their name to be plastered with honour as the #1. the camera clicked as your shoulders sag with relief, the smile dropping off your face immediately.
“and one more” the photographer murmured.
“or not” he mumbles as Tory stalks away, the serpent logo prominent on her back. Cobra Kai. the words felt bitter in your mind, slimy and sour. they brought back memories that you often tried to bury within the depths of your mind, pained and broken memories, reflecting a person you were proud you weren’t anymore. your gaze traces her retreating figure, until they linger on her team. and their other captain. his dark hair that is free but styled aloofly, giving him a mischievous sort of charm, sits upon his headband, bearing the crest of a leader. you let your eyes wander his well built figure and tailored gi, until finally they land on his face. his lips that look pillowy and soft, and cheekbones that highlight the crevices of his face, until you’re met with his eyes. that are staring straight into yours. they’re dark and not soulless but have a sort of emptiness to them, danger and curiousity are evident as he studies you. you feel his gaze, hot and heavy, tracing the curves of your own gi, and the hair that flows of your shoulders in carefree waves. his eyes snap away, and you feel the pink in your cheeks dwindle away as you realise that you both had been openly ogling at each other. you can sense it, his lips curling up into a smirk as if he had won some sick little mindgame. you let your mind drift, walking back to where the rest of your team stayed huddled, letting Miguel ruffle your hair in a brotherly way. Sam begins to whisper to you, but you feel it. his stare, on your back, probably on the bonsai that bares the crest of his enemy, his opponent, his rival. so why was he so interested? you turn to the group of contestants suddenly tuning into what was going on. a challenge. you stare at the dolphin, marking the line with your eyes, calculating the height and judging the kick you would need to make. hawk steps forward, smirking as he takes in the cobra kai.
“we’ll do it. but if we win, we want your room.” the other guy seems to size hawk up.
“deal.” you tug hawk back into the group you and the other miyagi dos had formed.
“hawk?! what the fuck?!” hawk rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. the Korean boy jeers, the crowd joining in with him.
“are you americans gonna back out? that’s what you always are, cowards,” he sneers, his accent thick. your brow furrows as you take on a defensive stance.
“the only things good about you are the pretty girls.” his eyes land on you and you feel your body tense.
“don’t talk about y/n” Robby scoffs.
“y/n huh? pretty name for a pretty girl,” despite yourself, the words elicit a tumbling stomach of butterflies, hearing your name roll of his toungue like butter. Robby clenches his fists stepping forward. you watch as he performs a powerful double-legged kick, marking above the line by quite a bit. but you know it isn’t his best, but still you cheer and clap for him. it’s silent, as the opponent looks at the chalk, whistling slowly under his breath.
“good americans. just not good enough,” a slow chant begins to build.
“Kwon! Kwon! Kwon!” Kwon. that was his name. you supposed it suited him, watching as he circles it predatorily, feeling the support feed his probably inflated ego already. there is a blur of gi and movement, and suddenly there is a new line, and you sigh in disappointment because it is clearly inches higher than Robby’s. Kwon saunters over, holding out his hand, before you block him.
“let me try.” kwon scrutinises you for a minute looking at your determined face and a smirk curves at his lips, one you take note that is often present on his mouth. he simply nods in reply. you take a deep breath, before taking a few steps back c providing yourself with a running start.
“AIS!” you shout, jumping and drawing a harsh line on the dolphin with your foot. you look up as murmurs begin to arise. your line was identical to kwon’s, and the space between then sort of blurred.
“I would say that’s a tie.” Hawk’s voice rang out. you expect kwon’s face to be in a scowl as you shift your focus to him, but instead his expression is smug, and…proud?
“well then, I guess we share the room.”
“wait what?” your voice was loud as everybody seems to nod in agreement. you catch onto Sam’s arm as she turns to leave.
“Sam?! what-“ your so called best friend gives you a helpless shrug.
“I’m sorry y/n, I don’t want to cause any more problems with Cobra Kai.” you scoff as she shoots you a cheeky wink.
“i’m sorry…” quickly, she darts away, leaving you alone with kwon, who you are intent on avoiding his eye. his teasing tone sends shivers down your spine.
“c’mon princess, let’s go get your bags.”
as you swing open the room door, you’re greeted with a shirtless kwon who lays lazily on the bed, opening an eye at your arrival. his bare torso sends blood straight to your face, as you splutter a greeting.
“put on a shirt will you?” kwon lets out a rich, deep chuckle raising a challenging eyebrow at your flushed figure.
“what, can’t handle this?” you roll your eyes, dumping your bags down as he gestures to his chiseled chest, the muscles contracting and expanding with each breath.
“you’re too egotistic for your own good,”
“and you’re more beautiful than you realise” the retort slips off his lips, flirty and charming, as he rolls over on the double bed in the centre of the room. the realisation sets in. you were sharing a bed. kwon smirks at your lack of response. a smile finds it way to your face as you sit on the bed, studying him.
“what are you playing at?” the dark-haired boy’s face adapts into an innocent expression.
“nothing.” you narrow your eyes, watching as kwon smirks.
“i’m going to take a shower,” he stands, collecting his clothes and towel slowly, as if teasing you, tempting you.
“you’re welcome to join if you want,” he winks at you, leaving you a stuttering mess as you hear the water turn on. leaning back into the cool of the bed sheets you bury your head into the pillow, letting out a frustrated scream before grabbing your phone and dialing a number.
the shower steam billows out of the door, the glass and mirror fogged up as kwon emerges, towel wrapped around his waist. you can’t help but stare. his tanned abs glisten with moisture, and a toned v-line leads down and disappears under the towel, letting you use your imagination. his hair has strands astray and drips onto the carpeted floor, and leaves a small trail where he walks. kwon feels your stare, and gives it right back. you had changed into pyjamas while he was gone, tiny pink silk shorts that curved with your ass and wore a thin white singlet that didn’t leave much to the imagination, showcasing your round tits behind the cotton. There’s a thick silence that surrounds the room, tension pulsating within it, an alluring sort of tension that makes you want to pull him close. but you don’t. you restrain yourself. because no matter how attractive he is, kwon is still cobra kai. The very dojo that made your life hell. You clear your throat, and kwon regards with an amused smile that he hopes covers the blush on his cheeks, the obstruction in the middle of the bed.
“and what is this?” you point at the barrier of pillows you had constructed.
“this is a pillow wall. we each have our side.” you smirk triumphantly. kwon groans.
“fine. have it your way american.” you turn around, settling into your side, and feeling the mattress dip as kwon lays down, clearly still sulking about the separation.
“goodnight kwon,” you say. there’s a pause, almost as if he is tossing up between replying.
“goodnight princess.”
you wake up to the murmuring of kwon beside you, his eyes squeezed shut and sweat beads upon his forehead. he whimpers and rocks against the pillow, his moans of pain echoing into the night sky. the realisation is cold as you begin to shake him. kwon is having a nightmare, a situation you are far too familiar with.
“kwon,” you shake his sleeping body, feeling his body tense but then relax into your hold. his eyes flutter open, meeting yours. an emotion passes through them, something you’d never thought you would see in his eyes. fear.
“you were having a nightmare,” you say quietly. the warmth radiates from his chest as you subconsciously lean into it. you settled into silence, before starting to shuffle away as kwon offers no response. you freeze as you feel a hand grip around your wrist, pulling you into his chest, a position far too intimate but it felt so right.
“in my dojang we are taught to not show mercy. to not feel anything. to not show weakness.” he rubs his thumb against your hand.
“how do they teach that?” kwon faces you, your question lingering in the air between you.
“they make it so we can’t feel anything.” and slowly, he raises his fringe, showing you a scar that lines his upper right forehead. you take his head within your hands, gasping silently.
“how did you-“
“I was 12 when I received this.” his voice is hushed.
“it was by my sensei. he beat me with a cane until I could no longer stand.” he shuddered, as your face falls.
“why?”
“because I was not perfect.” your breath is on his face, soft and hot, as your eyes search his. vulnerability. that’s what you find. it’s bored heavy on you, tired and sad as he stares up into your face.
“I get nightmares about it sometimes.” you watch as he swipes his hair over it, covering the scar once more. he holds you in his arms, feeling the way you slot into him. you offer an ear to listen to his problems, to his struggles. it felt nice. he watches as your eyes droop and your mouth stretches into a yawn. you know this is wrong. but you can’t help it.
“tired?” you nod slowly, your mind threatening to take you into slumber. Kwon smiles, before leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. It shouldn’t have the effect it does, its a graze to your mouth, a passing touch but your body shudders against his skin. kwon grins as red flames your cheeks.
sam, besides being the best female fighter on the show (confirmed, don’t start arguments) is also the most consistent w karate. she’s the only character that only fights w karate. any other teen ends up resorting to brawling or other styles of fighting when violence/anger increases. that’s why she’s my karate kid love u sam
All Johnny can make out is the scent of LaRusso by his side, the salt from the ocean sticking to his tanned skin and mixing well with the cheap body wash his mother had gotten this time around.
The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue
The stars are shining but he doesn’t even see them. Too busy looking at Daniel who’s looking out at the sky, small smile quirking the corners of his mouth as his gaze flicks between one indistinguishable thing and the next.
And then I go and spoil it all
He doesn’t even realise he’s opening his mouth, brain putting no thought behind the words about to escape. Heart feeling too full for him to handle and body feeling as if he has to get rid of the feeling somehow, someway.
