SYNOPSIS. While Johnny and the rest of your swim team is abroad for a training bootcamp, you’re stuck at home with an injury. Everything’s fine until your boyfriend starts to miss you a little too much and your innocent texts turn into a not-so-innocent FaceTime call.
GENRE.established relationship!au, olympics!au, smut (minors:do not interact!) PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader
The whole Olympic swim team, minus you, was in sunny Southern California for a two-week boot camp. You sat out on this extra opportunity to train because you had sustained an injury while slipping by the poolside, and all Johnny Suh wanted to do was hop back on a plane to Korea and find his way back to you.
Training camps sucked, especially when they were abroad. There was nothing else but training during these sorts of things, where you were trapped in a bubble that you couldn’t escape. They pushed athletes harder than ever and at times, Johnny questioned whether or not being a professional swimmer was worth the exhaustion. The ache and pains. The constant checkups with doctors and physical therapists. The attack it had on his mental health. The medals. The fame and glory that came with the titles.
Johnny tried his best to talk himself out of these negative thoughts, knowing that his exhaustion was getting to him, but nothing worked. He wished he could just slip into your bed and wrap his arms around you for some sort of comfort. One more week, he thought to himself.
Johnny used to think that swimming—being in the water and moving with the waves—was his one true love. Much later down the line, he realized that he was wrong. The sport was something he was passionate about, yes, but there was something or someone he loved even more. The light of his life, his golden beam of sunshine, his best friend of several years, an Olympic gold medalist, and now, his loving girlfriend—you.
