The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

See things clearly

"It's a pleasure," I said.

"I'll see you later," B told me.

Bruna hugged me and whispered, "good luck."

We hopped in my car and I made my way to his apartment. In the beginning, we had a bit of small talk to fill the silence.

"So how was training?" I asked.

"Good," he answered, "I'm just a bit tired from last night, so I can't wait to just get home."

"Yeah, I'm surprised any one of you can move," I giggled.

"Well, I don't really drink," he said, "so my problem was not getting enough sleep. But it was definitely worth it."

I blushed and didn't know what to say I just stayed focus on the road till soon enough we arrived at his apartment.

"Here we are," I announced.

"Yeah, thanks for the ride," he said.

Before he opened the door I started to speak, "before you go, I wanted to talk to you."

"Okay, but maybe we should go upstairs," he explained, "before the paparazzi show up."

"Yeah, you're right."

We got out and quickly headed upstairs to his apartment. He opened the door and welcomed into the modern Parisian living room, with the big tall windows bringing in light to the space, that was well decorated with amazing furniture.

"Wow, your apartment is beautiful," I said to him.

"Thank you," he replied, "make yourself at home."

I sat down on of the couch and he said "I'm coming back I just want leave my stuff."

"Okay," I responded.

He went upstairs and disappeared into the corner. I decided to update B and Bruna on where I was.

*door opens*

A young man walks in, probably in his early teens, dressed in PSG kit. He wasn't as tall as Kylian but he sure resembled him a lot, the only difference was his hair that long and braided. That must be his brother. He was so glued to his phone so he didn't see me.

Even though, I decided to say something before he freaked out, "Bonjour. (Hello.)"

"Salut, (Hi,) he replied when he looked up and came to greet me the French way with kisses on each cheek.

"Je m'appelle Y/n, ravie de vous rencontrer, (I'm Y/n, nice to meet you,) I said to him.

"Ethan, le plaisir est à moi, (Ethan, the pleasure is mine," he responded, "Êtes-vous ici pour Kylian?(Are you here for Kylian?)"

I was confused by what he spoke and said, "you spoke really fast, mind saying it again?"

"Ohh you're English,"he noticed, "I asked if you are here for Kylian."

"Yes, and yes!" I responded.

"Cool," he said, "I don't know if he is back yet, but he should be soon."

"I gave him a ride from training, his upstairs," I explained.

"Wait," he said and ran to the balcony, "so is that your car downstair."

I followed him to see which one he was talking about and sure enough it was mine, so I said, "yeah, it is."

"Woah! It's so cool!" He admitted, "I thought it belonged to one of Kylian's teammates."

I giggled and said, "no, it's my pride and joy."

"Can you take me on a ride one day?" He asked.

"Hé, arrête de la déranger, (Hey, stop bothering her,)" Kylian said as he walked out to the balcony.

He was shirtless and I was trying my best not to stare at his body, but thankfully he put a shirt as he got closer to us.

"His not bothering me," I clarified, "he actually has really great taste in cars."

We spoke a bit before Ethan went inside to shower and get changed.

"So, you wanted to talk?" He asked as we sat down on the lounge in the balcony.

"Yes, about last night," I said.

"What about it exactly?" He said as he got closer, I tried not to let it distract me.

"Why did you say that the girl you came with was your girlfriend, when she isn't?" I asked.

He smiled and asked, "who told you she wasn't?"

"Bruna," I answered.

"So you guys talked about me?" He asked with a smirk.

I blushed but snapped myself out of it, and said, "that's not the point, Kylian, focus."

"Okay, I'll explain," he said, "that was my sister in law, Melissa, she knew I wasn't that great so she offered to come. When I got there and saw you with Marcus, I got a bit jealous and didn't know how to act."

"That's why you didn't even look my way?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry for that," he said, "I just didn't know how I felt until I saw it. But when we got the club, I thought I could make you jealous by not correcting you about her being my girlfriend."

"So, does that mean you like me?" I murmured, which made him giggle, "did I ask that out load?"

He laughed and said, "yes, you did."

"Sorry, you don't have to answer that," I clarified.

Kylian held my hand and said, "I think you are really cool, not to mention beautiful and yes I do like you. I mean I could hardly keep it to myself yesterday. And I have to confess that I went to the shoot to see you, not them."

"I think you're really great too, Kylian."

After I told him that, we got closer to each other and this time, there was nothing else to focus and after hearing what he thinks about me, all I wanted to do was melt in his arms.

*doorbell rings*

Whoever that was, they have awful timing!

"Excuse me," Kylian said, then stood up to open the door. I followed him inside and sat on the couch.

This petite girl, with long brunette hair quickly walked in and yelled, "Kiki, je voulais vraiment te parler, pourquoi ne viens-tu pas me chercher le téléphone?! (Kiki, I really wanted to talk to you, why don't you pick me up the phone?!)"

Then she spots me on the couch and asked, "Qui es-tu?(Who are you?)"

"Maïa, this is Y/n," Kylian said, "and Y/n this is Maïa Laurent."

"His girlfriend," she added.

I looked at Kylian confused and said, "nice to meet you, I was about to leave."

I grabbed my bag, then Kylian held my hand just as I about to leave and said, "wait, don't go."

"It's okay, you seem to have your hands full," I mentioned, "I'll talk to you later, bye Kylian."

I walked out and closed the door behind me. I don't know what I thought she would be like, but that was not what I had in mind. I decided to put that aside and go home to focus on one thing. I like him and he did too.