interdit, ˚⊹ jules koundé

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𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

jules made an appearance at the next fcbf training session, despite aline's strict instructions that he was not to come back. 

he walked up to the gate to the training pitches, and to his satisfaction it remained unlocked.

and so he walked over to where a few coaches were setting up cones, offering to help them but they all immediately refused. making the jules koundé set up cones? they wouldn't dare.

the ground behind jules crunched louder and louder, and he sighed as he recognised the sound of studs on the dry blades of grass. he knew it was a player, and he could only hope it wasn't her.

spoiler alert. it was her.

"who let you in here?" aline stood behind him with her arms folded.

jules shrugged. "i let me in here."

"i thought i said you were not to come back?" she glared at him.

"and i said that i cared about you, so i guess we both just say things we don't mean." this time he was the one folding his arms.

aline looked taken aback, but it was almost as though there was a glimmer of respect in her piercing eyes. jules didn't have that much time to decide, as she broke eye contact to look at which drills the cones were being set up for. and then she looked back at him.

"alright." she blinked at him reproachfully. "today we're working on our tackles, so maybe you can assess mine and tell me what's not normal, as you so kindly informed me yesterday." aline rolled her eyes. was it his imagination, or did the captain just crack a joke?

a small smile appeared on jules' face. "did aline amayou, barcelona captain and the best number five the club has ever seen, just ask for help? can you repeat that? i'm not sure i heard you properly, it sounds too good to be true."

aline leaned against a goalpost, with her eyebrows raised. "are you done?" she scoffed, but soon replaced it with a grin. "come on."

she explained the drill to him, and he digested the rules as he tried to do a run-through of it in his head so that he wouldn't mess up.

"all you have to do is dribble from one end to the other while avoiding me, before the timer runs out." aline poked him out of his thoughts. "it's not rocket science."

"but why does it have to be timed?" jules furrowed his brow.

"because you could just run really far away from me otherwise, and i'm one defender?" she shook her head at him. "let's go." she dropped the ball at his feet.

one of the coaches blew his whistle, and jules began his race to the other side. he watched in his peripheral as aline took off from the halfway line, making a beeline for him. 

he hadn't seen many centre-backs with her pace before; as before he knew it her feet had slid straight through the small gap in between his calves, and he had no choice but to jump over her legs and let her win possession as not to injure himself. yet he still went flying towards the ground nevertheless.

the coach cleared his throat. "aline one, jules zero."

aline reached down to help jules get back up. "how's that for playing how i should?"

"touché." jules rolled his eyes, as he accepted her hand and stood back up.

──★ ˙ ̟🌷 !! 

that rma - united friendly

lowkey had me ripping

my hair out