The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

Sweet Sunday

After a delicious lunch we all got to talking more and surprisingly enough got to see a bit of Kylian's sweet side, too bad he didn't show it often.

"And that was the game where we played against Bayern, right?" Kylian asked.

"Yeah, Champions League final," Ney answered.

"That one will always hurt me," Kylian replied.

"We know!" All the PSG players said simultaneous and everyone laughed.

"But seriously what is your problem with losing?" I asked.

He took a moment to think about the answer and said, "I guess you can say, I'm a competitor at heart," then gave me a smile.

"Or a bad loser," Ney said.

"No way of knowing which," Presnel followed.

"Bad loser," Marco quickly answered.

"There's no loyalty or protecting me in this team," Kylian said feeling attached and we all laughed.

*phone rings*

It was Kylian's phone, so he got up and went inside to answer. While he was there we continued to talk, then B and I decided to go, since we would have a pretty long day tomorrow.

We got up and said goodbye to Bruna first, "tell me you aren't going like tomorrow."

"I'm going, next week," she said, "we have a dinner on Saturday. So you have me for a while."

"Yes!" We cheered.

"It's for my birthday celebration," she said, "but it will be small, just a few people."

"A few people?" I asked.

"Who are you kidding?" B asked, "we know you and Ney."

"We will try to keep it small," Bruna said.

"If you say so," I said.

"I'll see you later, Ney," I said, "all of you actually, for the shoot."

"Yes," Ney answered and hugged us.

As we were about to walk out, Kylian walked back in and said, "I have to go guys."

"How?" Bruna said, "Louis isn't here."

"Ahm cab I guess," he said.

"Y/n can give you a ride, right?" She asked me.

"Yeah," I answered, "I'm going to Paris."

"Perfect, let's go."

We got the car and B said, "Ladies and Gentlemen, she brought out the big guns!" She said referring to the car.

"What can I say?" I asked, "I felt like showing her off a bit."

"As you should," B said.

"It's okay," Kylian said.

We both paused, looked at him and said nothing. We hoped that our piercing glaze would be enough to let me know how hurt we both were, but then we looked at each other and smirked.

"Kylian," B said, "I think you should sit infront."

"So you can explain where I'm dropping you off," I explained.

Our plan was simple. Scare him with speed.

"Alright," he said, I don't know what that phone call was but it sure turned his mood upside down.

We all got in the car and I drove off, I didn't do anything crazy, not until I got to the highway. That's when all he'll broke loose.

"Woah! Y/n!" He yelled and I started slowed down as we both laughed, "that was insane!"

"It's fun," I said, "admit it."

"Yeah, and she's a very good driver," B said, "so we won't die."

"Just try to have fun," I said, then step on the gas a bit more.

This time, he relaxed a bit more and as I swerved each car I heard a bit of giggle next to me. Then we got into the city and were in the Arc de Triomphe.

"Did we sense a bit of fun?" B asked Kylian.

"I think we did," I giggled.

"Whatever, guys," he said with a smile.

Finally, from there to the hotel, he spoke to us and it was actually kinda nice.

"So you see how much fun driving can be?" I asked.

"Maybe," he said, "I just don't have time to do it."

"I can imagine," B said, "Thilo said you have so many matches."

"Yeah," he said, "but I can't complain, it's the best job in the world."

"Hey, Y/n, why don't you teach him," B said.

"Sure," I said, "if you'd like to learn."

"J'y penserai (I'll think about it)" he said.

A few minutes later we arrived at the Hôtel San Régis and I said, "here we are."

He took a deep breath like he was preparing for war then looked at me and said, "thank you for the ride, I'll see you when I see you."

"Yeah," I said, "see you when I see you."

"Bye Kylian," B said.

"Au revoir (Bye)" he replied and got out of the car.

"What do you think is wrong with him?" She asked.

"I don't know," I answered, even though I had a very strong hunch it was girl troubles. But again, none of my business.

We made it home and immediately Béatrice started talking about her night with Thilo.

"We spoke all night," she said, "he is so cute and has the softest lips!"

"That's great," I said.

"Did I mention, he is German and super romantic!" She said, "after the party we went back to his place and we talked all night, he is a great listener. The next morning we went out for a breakfast in a cafe he loves, then we went to Ney's, where Bruna lended me this outfit."

"I'm glad you had fun," I told her, "Béatrice is in love!"

"Not in love," she clarified, "just really like him, and we have a date this week!"

"I'm really happy for you, B," I said, "and I can't wait to see where this goes between you."

"Me too," she said gushing, "but anyways are we going to the dinner next week?"

"I don't know if I want to," I responded.

"Really?" She asked, "are you sure?"

"Well, no," I said, "check back in a few days, I have to go to sleep for my first day of my internship."

"Alright," she answered, "good luck with it and you got this!"

"Thank you."

I got to bed and I was way more excited then nervous for tomorrow. Let's go!