Football Smuts

Gentleman ft- Kylian Mbappe

Your relationship with Kylian was strange from the beginning.

You remembered very well your first meeting. You were sitting alone at the bar drinking orange juice, trying not to show boredom on your face. You were at a party hosted by PSG to celebrate the end of a good season, to which you had been invited by your brother Achraf. Apart from him, you didn't know anyone there since you had moved to Paris just a few days earlier.

Kylian immediately noticed you in the crowd. You looked so beautiful dressed in a long dress that showed off all your assets. He watched you for a while but finally decided to meet you. He approached you with a confident step, introducing himself and asking your name as he extended his hand toward you.

''I am Y/N.'' you said, smiling easier. You hadn't met Kylian in person until now because there had never been an opportunity. You thought Achraf told him about you, so he came to say hello.

''Beautiful name,'' he replied, a broad smile adorning his face. ''Did you come here with someone?''

He asked, at which momentary confusion appeared on your face. Could it be that he didn't know of your existence? You didn't know what you should answer.

''I...'' you began, but then Achraf appeared by your side. He put his hand on your shoulder, and Kylian furrowed his brow.

''I see you have met my sister,'' he said, and Kylian felt like hitting his head and leaving for another continent. He didn't expect that he was talking to his best friend's sister and that he dared to look at her with interest. He knew your name, of course. Achraf had always been close with his family and had told him about you many times, but he didn't expect ever to meet you. Even more so in this way. He nodded, trying to smile naturally. Achraf still said something to him for a while, but Kylian didn't speak much until he finally left, avoiding you for the rest of the party.

Several weeks have passed since that day, during which Kylian tried to avoid you like a fire, which was difficult because your brother insisted that you live in the apartment opposite his. Consequently, whenever the man came to your brother's place, he met you - either sitting on the couch in Hakimi's house or leaving his apartment.

His behaviour was childish. Especially when you were home alone by some miracle because Achraf had to go out somewhere for a while. You crept around the house, not even paying attention to Kylian, while the man tried to look everywhere but at you with all his willpower. In contrast, when you tried to start a conversation with him, he answered briefly and mostly dropped the subject.

You didn't understand what his problem might be. You felt a little sad when he had a normal relationship with your brother and couldn't even look at you. However, you decided to dismiss this and stop worrying about his behaviour, which was utterly incomprehensible.

The party organized by your good friend Achraf, which he wanted you to go to, was an excellent respite for you. You started studying at the university, and a flurry of work made you gladly agree to your brother's proposal.

With that, you found yourself in the living room, dancing with two famous soccer players whose names you didn't particularly remember, while Kylian almost drilled you with his eyes. He clutched his plastic cup, watching one of the men get too close to him. He pressed his lips together, looking around for Achraf, until he finally decided to react. He covered the distance separating you and pulled you by the hand.

You looked at him with confusion and anger.

''What the fuck do you mean?" you asked, trying to jerk your hand out of his grasp.

''I don't think Achraf would be happy if he saw this.''

''Fortunately, Achraf is not here, and you are not my mother,'' you replied. The men who had been dancing with you were now looking at Kylian.