"You don't know tennis," Taehyung finally repeats slowly, staring at Hoseok. "But you do know tennis."
"Not to him," Hoseok clarifies. "I'm someone who just... plays for fun, and isn't good at it. Needs tutoring."
He can see all the gears in Taehyung's head moving, piecing each part of Hoseok's plan together, until the light bulb finally goes off. "You're getting him to tutor you. You're getting... He's tutoring you in tennis. An Olympian?" Taehyung's facade finally cracks. "You're... You have a tennis tutor!" He cries out, slapping his knee in delight. "You're flirting! By pretending to be bad at tennis! You!"
Status: Complete
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11553042
External link's gonna be in the comments.
AN: Can you guys comment on what kind of ships you want.
Dedicated to: YoongisSideBitch. I'll be very honest. This was my first time reading a Namseok fic. Ever. I fucking loved it. It was just so cute and quirky. And there was little to no angst made it even better. Also do not question the title.
