Hello everyone 😊

Be warned that honestly know NOTHING about tennis. 🤠

Literally nothing.

So please excuse the lack of proper terminology and the vague descriptions lmfao.

Happy reading!

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"Joon, I know I said I wanted a job, but this is not what I had in mind." Jeongguk groaned as he spoke to his best friend Kim Namjoon over the phone. "I mean, a ball boy? Seriously?"

"What's wrong with it?" Namjoon questioned.

"What isn't wrong with it?" Guk retorted despairingly. "For starters, that job is for literal children. I'm 21 years old. I haven't been a child in three years."

"Four." Namjoon corrected.

"What?"

"Four years Jeongguk. You haven't been a child in four years. If it were three years, then that would make you 18, but legally you're an adult at 18, so you were supposed to say four years."

"Fuck off. Literally don't even start with me today, Joon." Jeongguk bitched into the speaker.

"Sorry." Joon said insincerely. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"Right. I'm not a child anymore, so I can't take that job anyway."

"But I can get you in, so it doesn't matter that you're not a child. It's not some fancy Wimbledon tournament anyway, so I don't think your age is gonna be an issue; it's only a country club."

"Filled with rich, snobby pricks. Ugh, Joon. Maybe I'll just take a job at the local Iceland or something. Lord knows they never have any cashiers there anyway." Jeongguk sighed.

"You're so fucking stubborn." Namjoon said, and Jeongguk could hear the eyeroll through the speaker. "Just accept the fucking job."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You have to."

"No, I don't."

"Ugh, Jeongguk. Yes you do. I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you literally broke the ball boy's leg, and none of the other candidates were even remotely qualified to fill in. You gotta make amends by taking this job."

"So? I don't care. That snot-nosed bastard deserved it anyway. I mean, who the fuck stands in the centre of the ring with some expensive mountain bike while someone's clearly aiming for a half-pipe? Go to the fucking country side if you want to ride a bike like that - not a skate park. Or at least bring a bmx instead! He had it coming. Stupid fucking Cornelius. How's he meant to see the ball and catch it if he can't even spot a fucking 6"2 guy on a skateboard coming right at him? If you ask me, he's not qualified for the fucking job either." Jeongguk muttered bitterly.

"Jeongguk he's 11."

"And apparently he's fucking blind too."

"Jeongguk." Namjoon said exasperatedly, "Give the poor kid a break. Just take the stupid job and fill in for him. The club gets a replacement while Cornelius heals, and you get paid too; it's a win-win all around. I just started working here and I really like this job and that girl I like is finally starting to give me the time of day. They put me in charge of finding a replacement and I really don't want to screw things up by not doing a good job, man. You'll be good at it; I know you will. It's only over the summer anyway. You'll be done with it all in 6 weeks and you can forget it ever happened. Please?"

"Fine." Jeongguk grumbled after a while, scowling like a petulant child. "I'll do it. But only for the money. After that, I want to forget that it ever happened."

"Thanks." Namjoon said gratefully. "Really Jeongguk, thank you."

"No worries, man. After your breakup with Somin, I don't want to ruin your chances out on the dating field again. I'll take the stupid job if it means that much to you." Jeongguk said.

"Except there's just one more thing." Namjoon admitted sheepishly.

"Dear god, what now?"

"You have to wear a uniform."

"Son of a bitch."

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"These shorts are right up my bumhole." Jeongguk complained as he picked out his wedgie. "Did they really not have anything in a larger size?"

"Oh. They did. I just didn't get them for you." Namjoon smiled innocently.

"You motherfucker." Jeongguk said. "I look like Korean Andy Murray, I'm doing a job for 5-year-olds, and on top of that, I'm not even wearing shorts that bloody fucking fit."

"Your shirt looks a bit tight too. I could probably find you a better one."

"No. I like this one because it shows off my muscles." Jeongguk smirked, flexing his arms obnoxiously.

"Pretentious prick." Namjoon muttered.

"What was that?" Jeongguk questioned.

"I said you're a pretentious prick." Namjoon said boldly, "Do you need it in writing too?"

"Arsehole."

"At least mine doesn't have tennis shorts in it." Namjoon laughed, ducking to avoid the smack Jeongguk tried to deliver to his head.

"This is fucking stupid." Jeongguk groaned. "Why do we have to walk there? It's so far."

"Well, your car is in the mechanics, I only have one bike and you don't own a one at all. Plus, the last time I was on the bus, somebody vomited. Walking was our best bet."

"Didn't you buy that tandem bike?"

"I did, but Somin took it when we split up." Namjoon frowned. "Besides, there's no way in hell I'd ride a tandem bike with you."

"Why not? What's wrong with me?

"What isn't wrong with you?"

"You don't have to be mean."

"It's for couples, Jeongguk. I don't want to look like I'm in a relationship with you; that's so gay." Namjoon said.

"Says the man who was in a 2-year relationship with another man."

"Says the man who sucked a guy's dick for a Magnum ice-cream." Namjoon retorted.

"Says the guy who ate out his boss for a promotion." Jeongguk said.

"Says the guy who wanked to a picture of Chris Hemsworth."

"Okay, who hasn't?" Jeongguk said defensively.

"And you're also the guy who arranges his dildoes in the colours of the rainbow." Namjoon pointed out too.

Jeongguk scowled and looked away.

"It looks pretty that way." He grumbled angrily.

"Face it Jeongguk, you are literally such a British cigarette." Namjoon smiled, watching as his best friend burst out into laughter, holding his sides and stumbling along the pavement as he laughed so hard, he began to hiccup.

"You're a stupid bitch anyway." Jeongguk laughed. "I don't want to ride a tandem bike with you either."

"Doesn't matter now, because we're here." Namjoon said, gesturing to the grandiloquent country club that stood majestically in front of them.

"Holy fucking moly."

"You can say that again."

"Holy fu-"

"Shut up." Namjoon rolled his eyes as he passed the guards and scanned his ID card, motioning for Jeongguk to follow him. They walked through several different lavish halls, with large glass windows displaying the beautiful grassy scenery outdoors too. Finally, they came to a halt at a large oak door that read HEADQUATERS in giant obnoxious gold letters.

"How much do you think I'd get if I sold one of those?" Jeongguk mumbled to Namjoon under his breath, and his best friend glared at him like a Nigerian parent when their child misbehaves in public.

"Do not embarrass me, Jeongguk. Otherwise, your tandem dreams are over."

Jeongguk nodded feebly and stopped messing about; angry Namjoon was not a force to be reckoned with.

Kim knocked twice on the door before entering, Jeongguk in tow behind him.

"Good afternoon, Mr Jung." Namjoon said to the man sitting at the giant desk in the centre of the room.

"Good afternoon too, Kim." Mr Jung smiled.

"What can I do for you?"

"I have the replacement ball boy here." Namjoon explained, gesturing to Jeongguk who waved sheepishly.

"Um. Hi. My name is Jeon Jeongguk." He said awkwardly.

Dear god kill me now he thought in shame.

Mr Jung narrowed his eyes and looked at both boys sceptically.

"He doesn't look like he's 11 years old." He observed.

"Um. I'm um, 21." Jeongguk stuttered.

"None of the other candidates were qualified for the position." Namjoon said, "Jeongguk was a solid and skilled replacement and I was hoping that his age would be overlooked while he fills in for Cornelius over the summer."

Mr Jung was silent, before nodding once.

"Very well then. I'll take your word for it. But any mishaps or inappropriate actions on club grounds will be punishable by firing. Understood?"

"Yes." Jeongguk and Namjoon replied.

"Good." Mr Jung said. "Now Namjoon, you get to your post and continue your schedule as normal. I shall escort Mr Jeon around and show him his posts too. Thank you very much."

Namjoon smiled and bowed, meeting Jeongguk's eyes with a pleading expression that said please don't screw this up for me before turning around and leaving.

"Come along then, Jeongguk. Let me show you around."

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