The Setbacks (Kylian Mbappé x Reader)

PSG vs Man United

Tuesday late afternoon, I walked home from work, and I have to admit that these walks have really been helping me. I hadn't heard from Kylian, and I wasn't sure if I should reach out, so I didn't and just minded my business because he was probably training for today.

I got home to an already ready Béatrice, so I decided to ask, "Who are you and what have you done to my best friend who takes forever to get dressed?"

"Very funny," she said, "I'm very excited and decided to go simple with Thilo's PSG shirt, jeans and sneakers."

"I can see that," I mentioned, "and I like it!"

"Thank you," she said, "what will you be wearing?"

"Red," I answered her as I headed to my room to change.

"Really?" She asked, following me, "aren't you going to support Kylian?"

I sat on my bed and said, "he hasn't talked to me in days."

She quickly sat down next to me, placed her arm around me and said, "Désolé. (Sorry.)"

"It's okay," I replied, "I'm not upset, just confused."

Liar.

"Maybe he is just distracted with today," she said.

"Yeah," I answered and stood up to pick my clothing, "I'm still wearing my Man United shirt, without a name or number."

"Alright," she said and headed out for me to change.

I paired the shirt with a black coat and leggings with boots to match.

*message notification*

"B!" I shouted, "mom and dad are downstairs; let's go!"

We sprinted to the car, greeted my parents, and we were on our way. We were already late, so it was already full by the time we got there.

This time, we decided to sit at VIP seats amongst more fans instead of the lounge where you could hardly feel the excitement.

I looked around the stadium and was mesmerizing by how packed it was. There is no free seat, but thankfully, a good amount of Man United and PSG fans, so I didn't stick out too much.

After a few minutes, Bruna arrived and sat next to us.

"This is so exciting," she commented.

"I can't wait to see who wins!" B mentioned.

"Me too," I agreed.

The teams got out to the field, and there he was. Kylian. A sight I've grown to miss in the past few days. He looked great and excited; seeing him like this put a smile on my face.

Seconds later, I spotted Marcus, who was equally as excited, and it was great to see him. He was the player leading the team, so I couldn't wait to see him bring the victory home.

They did the coin toss, and PSG won, so they started. The whistle when off, and the game started.

Cheers filled the stadium whenever any team got close to scoring. It was heated, and at that point, anyone's game.

The first half-finished, and no one had scored.

"I don't think I've ever been this stressed," B said.

"Me too," I admitted, "hopefully, the next half will be better."

15 minutes later, the teams were back on the field. Kickoff. It felt like the excitement had grown, and fans were eager to get a win from them.

20 minutes into the second half. Neymar scores. The crowd went wild; my dad, B, and Bruna stood up in the excitement, and Ney did his usual celebratory poses.