Songs [BANG CHAN ONE-SHOTS]

The Tortoise and The Hare 🔞

A/N: There's a bit of story before the smut just so that we have a bit of background before the action

FYI, I'm no expert in athletics but I did my best in researching.

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The summer of your senior college year was the time that would define your career as an athlete. You did well in all of the spring races and qualified for summer championships. The Olympics was your ultimate goal but you knew you had a long way to go before that - getting a good result in these summer competitions could possibly get you scouted for the national team. As time passed you lost hope, thinking that there was little to no chance of getting recruited. So summer races were your only chance.

You have been training for 365 days of the year ever since high school, won medals, and achieved good results which got you a scholarship for college. But, the training has become more ruthless when you started college. And all because your college team was trained by professional athletes, one of them being a young prodigy, a 10 000 meter champion, Mr. Bang Christopher Chan, who retired due to an injury. You followed his work since high school and seeing him on TV as he was purposely pushed right before the finish line broke you. You saw his pained face when he tripped and fell, breaking his ankle due to the incredible speed he was going.

So, seeing him enter the college field on your first training day left you speechless. He was your idol. You aspired to one day run those 10 kilometers in a World Championship with such force he had. You were lucky that he was in charge of training the "newbies", while the older trainer worked with the competing athletes. And while all the girls in your team drooled over him and his body, you actually wanted him to train you as an athlete, not in bed.

Yet, here you are, three years later, in his bed.

Your romantic and sexual relationship began one night after classes, when he caught you training by yourself, running laps in the heavy rain.

"Hey, you! Number 10!" he shouted your team number, frowning under the big umbrella. You stopped, panting heavily, and bowed to him. He gestured with his hand for you to come and you ran to him, bowing again when you stopped in front of him, "What are you doing here?" Bang Chan asked, frowning bigger.

"Ah, I'm sorry, sir..." you talked between breaths, "I'm... I'm training for the race this weekend," you answered, wiping the rain off your brows and pulling the hood of your jacket on your head.

Bang Chan stepped closer and tilted the big umbrella so that it blocked the rain from you. You noticed his clenched jaw as the frown never left his face.

"The training session was canceled because of the weather..." he hissed, "Did you skip your afternoon classes for this?"

He spoke the truth and you gulped, getting caught in the act. You lowered your head in defeat, "Yes, sir... I'm sorry..."

He didn't say anything. Just the sound of pouring rain could be heard. Bang Chan scanned your body - your drenched jacket, leggings, and sneakers - and sighed. The next thing he did catch you off guard yet froze you in place - he reached with his hand and touched your soaked cold face, slowly pulling it up so that your eyes met. He was frowning slightly now, but his eyes showed no anger. His gaze was warm, filled with what it could be called admiration. His warm palm was a contrast to your cold cheek and you could feel some heat of his touch transfer to you, specifically to your stomach.