interdit, ˚⊹ jules koundé

𝟎𝟎𝟔.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧

it was coming up to the conclude of jules' third week of suspension, and he had regrettably enjoyed himself a lot more than he had intended to. 

sure, he yearned to be out on the field. nothing would ever be too good for him to purposely miss out on that. but he was shocked at how little he missed training with the men's team.

he had even become relatively well acquainted with england's lucy bronze, who had initially rejected his arrival due to her intrinsic patriotism. the two found out they lived near one another, and jules had even offered to drive her to training while her car was being serviced. but she explained it wouldn't be necessary, as aline lived closer to her than he did, and she would be driving her instead.

so when jules found that he himself, had forgotten to fill up his car with petrol one morning before training, it was too late to call someone to bring him a refill. and so he had to swallow his pride, and ask aline to include him in her carpool that day.

he sighed lamentably, before putting the phone to his ear after having dialled the number that xavi gave him. he wasn't even sure if it was her own phone, or her agent's, but to his relief a familiar female voice answered the phone.

"wesh, c'est aline." her uninterested tone echoed into his ear.

"bonjour, capitaine." jules cleared his throat.

"oh, it's you." she scoffed.

"why not en français?" jules asked her in confusion, knowing they shared a nationality and were both brought up in france.

"i associate it with sweet feelings of home, and peace, and comfort." aline explained. "you don't bring me any of those things."

"right." jules rolled his eyes, relieved that she wasn't there to berate his insolent action. "i need your help."

"with?" her uninterested tone had returned.

"can you drive me to training? i forgot to fill up my car." jules shook his head in exasperation.

"you would forget your head if it wasn't attached to your body." she sneered, before the sound of the other line hanging up ricocheted through jules' ears.

he threw his hands up in frustration, in the predicament he was currently in not being able to actually play matches, he couldn't afford to miss any form of training.

as he was about to call the feminino side's coach to explain his unintended absence, a slate-grey corvette slowly pulled onto his driveway. confused, he tried to peer through the windows but it was no use as they definitely sported an illegal tint.

jules sighed, knowing that was something only he would possess the arrogance to try and get away with, which told him exactly who was sitting behind the wheel without having to see. 

"you came." he murmured, as he opened the low door of aline's gorgeous sports car.

"i'd never miss an opportunity to humiliate you in training." she patted the passenger seat next to her, motioning for him to take a seat.

"how did you know where i live?" he raised a judgmental eyebrow at her over the frame of his narrow, black sunglasses.

"i'm the captain, chéri. and you're one of my own. i know everything about every member of my team." she grinned.

he shook his head, in disbelief at her cocky demeanour; and the fact she was definitely breaching some sort of confidentiality clause with the upmost nonchalance and not a care in the world. And yet, he couldn't help the way his heart fluttered slightly after hearing her indicate that he was part of her team; one of her own.

──★ ˙ ̟🌷 !!

how is everyone's day going?

currently writing to pass time,

as onana's united debut is 

in three hours :) v excited

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