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The first day of their third year in high school buzzed with a mix of excitement and routine. The hallways swelled with students, their voices rising and falling like a steady tide, the chatter of reunions and last-minute schedule checks blending into a constant hum. Some lingered near their lockers, flipping through crisp, untouched textbooks, while others rushed past in a blur, the scent of fresh ink, waxed tiles, and overzealous morning perfume clinging to the air. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, casting golden patches across the bustling corridors, where groups of students clustered together in tight circles, sharing stories of summer vacations, secret flings, and promises of the year ahead.
At the centre of it all stood Jang Wonyoung.
Tall, graceful, and effortlessly composed, she moved through the school with an air of quiet elegance, her presence like a ripple in still water. Subtle yet impossible to ignore. Her uniform, perfectly tailored, hugged her frame in a way that seemed effortless, though anyone who truly knew her would recognise the careful precision in every choice she made. The pleats of her skirt were crisp, not a single thread out of place, her blazer unwrinkled despite the morning rush.
A faint scent of vanilla and jasmine clung to her, delicate yet lingering, much like the impression she left on those around her. Her silky dark hair cascaded down her back in waves, catching the light as she turned her head, just enough to acknowledge the whispers that followed her every move.
“Wonyoung is even prettier this year.”
“She’s like a real-life princess…”
“Do you think she remembers me from last year?”
The hushed admiration was something she had long grown accustomed to. It was a silent, constant presence, like the hum of electricity in a quiet room. Some students mustered the courage to offer a polite ‘Good morning,’ their voices tinged with hesitation, their gazes flickering with barely concealed awe. She would grant them a soft nod in return, the corners of her lips curving ever so slightly. Just enough to make their breath hitch. Others, too intimidated to meet her gaze, only dared to admire from a distance, their whispers trailing behind her like delicate threads of admiration she never quite knew what to do with. She had long since accepted that this was her role. Wonyoung, the untouchable princess, adored yet always just beyond reach.
And then there was Yujin.
If Wonyoung moved with deliberate grace, Yujin tore through the hallway like a gust of fresh air, wild and uncontainable, stirring up everything in her path. She wore her uniform with the kind of effortless defiance that only she could pull off. Her short-sleeved shirt slightly untucked, the top button undone, as if to declare that rules were mere suggestions. Her sneakers, scuffed from early morning volleyball practice, squeaked against the polished floors as she weaved through the throng of students with an easy confidence, her strides long and unhurried, as if she had all the time in the world. Unlike Wonyoung, who was admired in reverent silence, Yujin’s presence was met with an eruption of sound.
“Yujin! Over here!”
“Captain! Tryouts start next week, right?”
“You’re gonna carry the team to victory again this year, right?”
She grinned, all teeth and mischief, her laughter rich and full-bodied, like sunlight filtering through the leaves on a warm afternoon. She reached out to high-five a teammate, ruffled the hair of a younger student she recognized from last season’s training camp, and threw an arm around a classmate’s shoulders in a brief, companionable squeeze. If Wonyoung was admired from afar, Yujin was adored up close. Loudly, openly, with a warmth that seeped into every interaction she had. She belonged to everyone, and yet, at the same time, belonged to no one.
A sharp whistle cut through the noise, and Yujin turned instinctively, a slow grin spreading across her face as she caught sight of Wonyoung watching her from a few steps away. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink around them. Wonyoung arched a delicate brow, her lips curving just slightly as she took in Yujin’s predictably rumpled appearance. “You look like you rolled out of bed,” she remarked, her voice carrying just enough amusement to soften the teasing.
Yujin gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her chest as if Wonyoung had just wounded her deeply. “Excuse me, Your Highness, but this is called effortless charm.” She gestured vaguely to herself before flashing Wonyoung a wink. “Not all of us can wake up looking like we walked out of a royal portrait.”
Wonyoung rolled her eyes, but there was no real bite to it. Instead, she reached out, smoothing the collar of Yujin’s shirt with a practised ease before absentmindedly brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. It was a simple gesture, one she had done countless times before, but this time—this time, Yujin’s breath hitched, just for a fraction of a second. Wonyoung’s fingers barely ghosted against her cheek before pulling away, but the warmth lingered, leaving an unfamiliar tightness in Yujin’s chest that she couldn’t quite place.
Wonyoung, seemingly oblivious, merely tilted her head. “There. Now you look slightly less like a disaster.”
Yujin opened her mouth, fully prepared to fire back with another playful retort, but found herself hesitating instead. She blinked, clearing her throat before settling on a lazy grin. “Careful, Youngie. Keep this up, and people might start thinking you like me.”
Wonyoung scoffed, but the way she turned away just a second too late—the way her fingers curled slightly, as if still remembering the feel of Yujin’s skin—didn’t go unnoticed.
Despite their differences, they remained inseparable. Wherever Wonyoung was, Yujin was never too far behind. And wherever Yujin went, Wonyoung’s gaze inevitably followed, even if she tried not to admit it. It had always been this way, ever since they were kids. An unspoken pull between them, something deeper than friendship, more constant than their fleeting interests, yet never quite something they were ready to acknowledge. Not out loud, anyway. It was easier, safer, to let it linger like a quiet hum in the background of their lives.
“You know, you could at least pretend to struggle a little,” Yujin teased, nudging Wonyoung’s arm lightly as they walked side by side, their footsteps syncing effortlessly on the pavement.
The sound of their shoes hitting the concrete was rhythmic, like the beat of an old song they knew by heart. The late afternoon sun hung low, stretching long shadows across the street, bathing everything in a warm, amber glow. The city around them was alive with the distant murmur of passing cars, the quiet chatter of students heading home, and the rustle of leaves in the trees, but to them, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of them.
Yujin’s words hung in the air between them, playful, challenging, but beneath the teasing was a real admiration. A pride she couldn’t quite hide, even though she tried to make it sound lighthearted. “Third year of high school, and you already have everyone in the school enchanted.”
Wonyoung rolled her eyes, but the small, crooked smile tugging at the corner of her lips betrayed her. She wasn’t immune to the compliments, no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise. Her fingers brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, the motion so practised it was almost second nature, yet still somehow graceful. There was something in the way she moved that made even the simplest gesture seem deliberate, like each step was measured, and considered.
“And you could at least pretend not to be everywhere at once,” Wonyoung retorted, though there was a soft teasing edge to her voice, a familiar tone that slipped between them like a secret.
Yujin’s laugh came without hesitation, loud and bright, echoing off the walls of the buildings as it carried down the street. It was the kind of laugh that drew attention, and made people turn their heads, and yet in this moment, it felt like it was just for Wonyoung. The sound was warm, and effortless, spilling from her as naturally as the wind ruffled her short hair, giving it that messy, windswept look she always wore like a badge of honour. She swiped her hand through the strands absentmindedly, her eyes sparkling with that familiar intensity, always a little too much energy to be contained in her small frame.
“Can’t help it,” Yujin replied, her tone low and confident, a glint in her eye that could only mean she was on the verge of some wild idea. “I have too much energy to waste.” She shifted closer, walking at Wonyoung’s side, her shoulder brushing against hers just slightly, a gesture so casual, yet one that felt like an electric current passing between them.
Wonyoung didn’t need to look at Yujin to know the exact way her face would look right now. The cocky grin, the eyes that shone with the kind of enthusiasm only she could muster. Yujin was always ready for the next thing, the next adventure, the next moment that could make her heart race. It was what made her, well, Yujin.
Wonyoung, on the other hand, was quiet, and composed. Her movements were slower, more deliberate. If Yujin leapt, she thought. If Yujin acted on impulse, Wonyoung weighed the consequences. It was why they worked so well together. Opposites in almost every way, yet somehow always finding their way back to each other, like two puzzle pieces that just fit. Even their silence had its rhythm, an unspoken understanding that ran deeper than words.
There was something comforting in their dynamic, something easy. It was a rhythm they had followed for years, since they were kids. And no matter how their lives had changed—no matter how different their personalities had become, or the ways their friend groups had shifted as they entered high school—the pull between them remained, stubborn and persistent.
It wasn’t something they had to try for, wasn’t something they had to force. The bond between them, as old as their memories together, had settled into a rhythm that was effortless. A quiet understanding that stretched between them like a steady thread. They were constants in each other’s lives, anchors in the storm of everything else that was constantly shifting around them.
High school, with all its pressure, peer expectations, and social upheaval, didn’t feel so daunting when they had each other. No matter how different their worlds became, there was a comfort in knowing they would always find their way back to this.
Back to each other.
As they walked toward the small corner ice cream shop near their old middle school, a sense of nostalgia settled over them. The bell above the door chimed softly as they entered, the familiar sound tugging at something in Wonyoung’s chest. The moment they stepped inside, a rush of comforting scents hit them. Waffle cones freshly baked and sweet, the rich, sugary undertones of chocolate syrup, and the clean, smooth smell of vanilla. It was the same as it had always been, a place frozen in time, just like the memories they had created there.
The shop was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the hum of the freezers and the occasional scrape of a scoop against ice cream. The owner, a kindly middle-aged man with a greying beard, glanced up from the counter the second he saw them, his face lighting up with a grin. His eyes crinkled at the corners as he called out their names, as if he had been waiting all day for their return.
“Ah, Wonyoung, Yujin! Same as always?”
Wonyoung couldn’t help but smile back, her lips curving into a soft, polite expression that didn’t quite touch her eyes but spoke volumes of the familiarity she felt in this space. She was already sliding her hands neatly into the pockets of her jacket, her posture as composed as ever. Her gaze lingered on the display of ice cream tubs, then flicked to the owner, her tone gentle but measured. “Yes, vanilla, please.”
It was a choice so routine, so instinctual now, that Wonyoung barely thought about it anymore. It had become part of her ritual, a comfort she returned to each time. And yet, the simple act of it—a mundane request, a quiet exchange—felt like another thread that wove into the shared history between her and Yujin. A small, unspoken thing that made their friendship feel timeless.
Yujin, on the other hand, had a different energy altogether. She was already bouncing on the balls of her feet, her wide eyes scanning the display with almost childlike intensity. She moved like she was in a constant state of excitement, her energy so palpable that it felt like she might leap into the air at any moment.
“Hmm... I think I’ll go with strawberry today. Or maybe mango. No, wait—how about two scoops of chocolate with extra oreos?” Her voice was a rush of thought, and before the owner had a chance to respond, Yujin had already nodded to herself, her decision made with a decisive grin that spread across her face like a sunbeam. “Yeah, that’s the one.”
The owner chuckled good-naturedly as he began preparing their orders, his hands moving with the practised ease of someone who had done this for years. The soft scrape of the metal scoop against the ice cream echoed gently in the otherwise quiet shop, followed by the soft hum of the freezer, and the rustle of the register as he rang them up. For a moment, everything felt peaceful, like time had slowed down just enough for them to savour this small moment of stillness before returning to the whirlwind that was high school.
Once outside, they made their way to the park, the world around them continuing to hum with life. The breeze had picked up slightly, ruffling the leaves of the trees and carrying with it the fresh, green scent of the grass, mixing with the sweetness of their ice cream cones. The distant laughter of younger students, playful and carefree, drifted through the air, blending with the occasional swoosh of a car passing by. The world was turning on, but here, in their little bubble, everything felt steady.
Safe.
Familiar.
When they reached the swings, Yujin immediately hopped onto one, her legs pumping with the effortless grace of someone who had swung on these very swings countless times before. Her body moved with ease, leaning back as the wind caught her hair, sending it flying behind her in wild strands, the sun catching in her locks, highlighting the natural tousle of it. There was a carefree quality to the way she moved, her laughter always just a little louder, a little more free, a reflection of the energy that seemed to radiate from her.
Wonyoung, on the other hand, was a study in contrast. She perched on her swing with an ease that belied the perfect posture she maintained. Her legs didn’t kick out with abandon like Yujin’s. Instead, she swung gently, savouring the coolness of the mint chocolate ice cream as it melted slowly against her tongue, the sweetness settling in her chest in a quiet, comforting way.
She was aware of everything—the angle of her back, the softness of the breeze, the precise way the ice cream dripped down the cone—but most of all, she was acutely aware of Yujin. The way she swung back and forth with the kind of uninhibited freedom Wonyoung sometimes wished she could let herself have.
“So, debate team captain, huh?” Yujin’s voice cut through her thoughts, light and teasing, though there was a warmth there that Wonyoung recognised immediately. She glanced over at her friend, her gaze flicking between Yujin’s swinging form and the way the sunlight caught the edges of her features, casting her in a glow. “You really are a princess, aren’t you?”
Wonyoung felt her heart give a small, involuntary skip. The teasing wasn’t new. Yujin had always found ways to tease her, poke fun at the way she carried herself with such calm grace. But there was something different about it now. A deeper affection hidden in the playful jab, something Wonyoung couldn’t quite place, but couldn’t ignore either.
Rolling her eyes, she tilted her head back just enough to glance at the sky, the clouds drifting lazily in the warm air. Her lips curved into a small, half-amused smile as she flicked her gaze back to Yujin. “And you?” she shot back, her voice light but her words careful, like she was testing the waters. “Volleyball captain? Who’s the real celebrity here?”
Yujin’s laughter rang out, loud and free, like it always did when she was with Wonyoung, “Touché." The sound was contagious, a reminder of how easy it was to be around her, how easy it was to let go and laugh, even if just for a moment. But Wonyoung couldn’t help but notice the way Yujin’s eyes softened just slightly, the way her smile lingered a little longer than usual.
It was moments like these, fleeting and quiet, that made Wonyoung feel the weight of something unspoken between them. Something she didn’t have the words for, something that felt like it was always there, but never quite fully acknowledged.
And yet, as Yujin continued to swing higher, the wind whipping around her and her hair catching in the golden light, Wonyoung couldn’t help but think that maybe— just maybe —there was no need to put a name to it. Maybe some things didn’t need to be defined, as long as they were shared between them, in these simple moments. Wonyoung took another slow lick of her ice cream, savouring the cool sweetness, and for a brief second, the world outside of this little park, this swing set, felt like it didn’t matter.
They had each other.
And that was enough.
The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a golden halo around Wonyoung’s face as if she had stepped out of a painting. The warm glow illuminated the delicate curve of her jaw, tracing the soft line of her neck, and catching the subtle angles of her features in a way that made her seem almost ethereal.
Yujin couldn’t help but glance at her, drawn to the effortless beauty Wonyoung carried like a quiet secret, the kind of beauty that never demanded attention but always seemed to capture it nonetheless. There was something about her—something untouchable, yet so real—that made people look twice, and Yujin found herself staring longer than she should have, her heart skipping just a little at the sight.
Yujin cleared her throat, attempting to push away the thought that lingered uncomfortably at the edge of her mind. "So..." she started, her voice softer than usual, though the playful edge she always carried was still there, just a little more subdued. "You really do have everyone wrapped around your finger, huh?"
The words felt a little too casual, a little too light, like she was trying to convince herself that it didn’t bother her. But Wonyoung didn’t answer right away. Instead, she turned her head ever so slightly, her gaze locking with Yujin’s for a brief moment that felt like an eternity. It wasn’t a long stare, nothing overly intense or dramatic—but in that fraction of a second, something unspoken passed between them. It wasn’t quite a thought, but more like a feeling, an unidentifiable spark that hung in the air between them, like static before a storm.
Yujin’s heart stuttered for a beat, the air thick with something she couldn’t quite place. Her pulse quickened, and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from Wonyoung’s. The world seemed to slow, the sounds of the park fading just enough for the quiet exchange to feel monumental. And then, just as quickly, it was over. Wonyoung blinked, breaking the connection, and Yujin shook herself out of the moment, forcing a casual chuckle to break the tension that had settled like a weight on her chest.
“Guess I’m just the one who’s lucky enough to hang out with you, huh?” she said, but even as she said it, she could feel the edges of her words faltering, her voice carrying a tone she hadn’t intended. A tone that sounded more like a question than a statement.
Wonyoung smirked, her lips curving into that familiar, controlled expression, but there was something quieter in it now. A shift that Yujin couldn’t ignore. She was always so composed, so sure of herself, but in that brief exchange, Yujin saw something else flicker in her eyes. A vulnerability that she wasn’t used to seeing in Wonyoung. It was fleeting, like a shadow passing over her face, but it was there.
“Obviously,” Wonyoung replied, her voice light and nonchalant, but there was a subtle flush creeping up her neck, betraying her attempt at indifference. The way her gaze darted away, like she was suddenly too aware of the moment, sent a small ripple through Yujin’s chest.
The silence stretched between them again, but this time, it was different. It wasn’t the comfortable silence they were used to—the kind that filled their shared spaces without ever feeling awkward. This was heavier, more deliberate, as if the world had slowed down just enough for them to notice all the small, quiet things they usually overlooked. Yujin could feel it. The tension in the air, the way her heart was beating just a little too fast, and the way Wonyoung was shifting in her seat, like she couldn’t quite get comfortable in her own skin.
Without thinking, her hand moved, reaching out almost instinctively, her fingers brushing against Wonyoung’s cheek as she gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. It was a simple gesture, one that they had shared countless times before, but this time, as her fingers grazed the soft skin near Wonyoung’s ear, something in the space between them shifted. The familiar warmth of her touch lingered just a moment too long, and Yujin’s breath caught in her throat. Her pulse seemed to throb in her ears, and for a fleeting second, the world around them seemed to fade entirely.
Wonyoung stilled, her eyes locking onto Yujin’s for a brief second before she quickly turned away, her lashes fluttering like she was trying to shake off the strange sensation that had suddenly settled between them. It was like both of them had felt the shift, the change, but neither was ready to acknowledge it.
Not yet.
“You’re getting ice cream on your cheek, idiot,” Wonyoung said, her voice a little sharper than usual, though it was more of a defence mechanism than anything else.
Yujin blinked, startled, before wiping at her own face. “Huh? Did I get it?” she asked, her voice unsteady in a way that felt entirely out of place coming from her. She wasn’t used to feeling flustered, and yet, here she was—her heart hammering in her chest for reasons she couldn’t explain.
Wonyoung let out an exasperated sigh, her lips curling into that knowing smile she wore whenever she was trying to hide the softness underneath. She leaned in a little closer, her fingers brushing Yujin’s cheek as she wiped the spot away with a slow, deliberate motion. It was a gesture they had shared a hundred times, something so natural between them, but this time... this time it felt different. Her touch lingered a fraction of a second too long, and Yujin felt the electric charge between them, the warmth of Wonyoung’s fingers still burning into her skin.
It was an innocent action— at least, it should have been —but as Wonyoung’s thumb traced the line of her cheek, Yujin felt her stomach tighten, her breath hitching just slightly. It was as if everything had come into sharp focus in that moment, every little detail amplified, and she couldn’t look away from the way Wonyoung’s eyes flickered up to meet hers.
“Guess I’d be lost without you, huh?” Yujin said, the words slipping out before she could stop them, her usual grin plastered on her face as if it were the only thing that could hold back the rush of emotions swirling inside her. She was trying to joke, trying to make it light, but the weight of what had just passed between them lingered, heavy and undeniable.
Wonyoung didn’t answer right away.
She didn’t need to.
Instead, she turned her gaze back to the horizon, her face unreadable, but Yujin could see the soft flush of her cheeks. It was almost imperceptible, but it was there. A subtle shift, like something had changed, something neither of them was ready to face. “Obviously,” Wonyoung repeated, her voice barely above a whisper, the softness in it betraying the calm composure she was always so determined to maintain.
Neither of them spoke after that.
They sat in the quiet, the air between them thick with the things neither of them could put into words. They both knew it— felt it —but for now, they were still just Wonyoung and Yujin, best friends, trying to navigate the space between them. And as long as that remained unchanged, they told themselves, everything would be fine.
But deep down, neither of them was sure anymore.
—
The school hallways felt particularly suffocating that afternoon. The usual hum of voices, footsteps, and lockers slamming closed seemed louder today, as if the walls themselves were closing in on her. Wonyoung could almost feel the vibrations of the crowded space reverberating through her chest, a constant buzz in her ears that only seemed to grow more oppressive with each passing second.
She had become so attuned to the sounds of this place—the chatter, the clatter of shoes against the floor, the unmistakable thud of lockers opening and closing—that she usually didn’t pay much attention to it. But today, it felt different. The air seemed thicker, heavier, pressing down on her from all sides. It wasn’t just the noise that made her feel trapped. It was the weight of everything in the air. The undercurrent of tension, the kind that made it hard to breathe.
She was used to this—used to the rhythmic flow of students rushing between classes, the endless hum of conversation, the random bursts of laughter—but today, it was all amplified, as though the very space around her was conspiring to make her feel smaller, more insignificant. Even the flicker of fluorescent lights above her head seemed to pulse with a harsh, uninvited energy, casting long, unnerving shadows along the hallway walls.
When Wonyoung stepped out of the library, her textbooks stacked neatly in her arms, her mind was already preoccupied with the usual worries. The assignments she still hadn’t finished, the tests coming up, and the growing pressure of everything she hadn’t done yet. But then her eyes fell on Yujin, standing at the opposite end of the hallway, surrounded by a small group of underclassmen.
The sight of her made Wonyoung’s chest tighten unexpectedly. Yujin’s head was thrown back in laughter, her voice ringing out clear and bright, filling the space around her like a bell that couldn't stop chiming. It wasn’t that Yujin was loud, or that her laughter was obnoxious.
It was the opposite.
There was something effortless about the way she carried herself, as if the world gravitated around her without any effort. And that was fine, that was how Yujin always was, how she always had been. But today, Wonyoung couldn’t shake the sense that everything felt more magnified, somehow.
Yujin was always at the centre of attention. Her infectious grin and bubbly personality made her easy to love, and easy to be around. Wonyoung had never minded, had always known that Yujin had this magnetic pull, this natural ability to brighten up a room. But now, seeing the group gathered around her, hanging on her every word, Wonyoung felt a shift deep within her, something she hadn’t expected. The space between them seemed to grow wider, as if the distance between Wonyoung and Yujin had suddenly expanded, like a chasm she couldn’t cross.
Wonyoung’s gaze followed the group, the way they all leaned in toward Yujin, their faces eager, their eyes sparkling with admiration. There was one girl in particular—small, with wide, nervous eyes and cheeks pink from both the chill of the air and the nervousness of the moment—who stepped forward with a small, brightly wrapped box of chocolates. The box was a deep shade of red, the foil on its surface reflecting the harsh fluorescent light in a way that seemed almost too perfect, too delicate. It looked so fragile, so pristine, as if it might shatter with a single touch.
The girl’s hands trembled slightly as she extended it to Yujin, her voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. “Here, sunbaenim,” the girl said, her tone shaking just enough for Wonyoung to hear the anxiety laced in each syllable. “I… I thought you might like them.”
Wonyoung’s stomach fluttered, the sensation sinking deep into her chest as she watched. The girl was so eager, so nervous, and Yujin—Yujin, with her effortless grace—accepted the gift with a smile that could light up the entire hallway. She took the box with the same ease she always did when faced with affection, but the way her fingers brushed lightly against the girl’s hand, the way her eyes crinkled with warmth, made something inside Wonyoung twist. It was so natural for Yujin. So easy. And yet, to Wonyoung, it felt like something more. Like the whole hallway was holding its breath as the moment unfolded.
“Oh, thank you!” Yujin exclaimed, her voice full of sincerity, her words a perfect blend of sweetness and playfulness. “You really didn’t have to, but I’m not complaining,” she continued, her eyes flickering briefly to the other students nearby. “I’ll have to share them with my teammates though—don’t think they’ll let me keep them all to myself.”
The second-year girl giggled, visibly flustered, her face growing even redder under the intensity of Yujin’s attention. Wonyoung watched them, her grip on her textbooks tightening until her fingers began to ache. She could hear the soft murmur of the other underclassmen as they laughed too, their voices quiet but full of the admiration they were pouring into Yujin. “I… I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind to us,” the girl said, her voice barely audible, yet heavy with meaning.
Yujin’s response was gentle, and light, but to Wonyoung, it felt like a full-bodied thing, a weight that pressed against her chest. “You’re very welcome,” Yujin replied, her voice teasing, and playful. “And don’t worry, I’m sure they’ll understand if I keep one or two for myself.”
The group chuckled again, and the girl took a hesitant step back, her gaze lingering on Yujin for just a second too long. Her eyes were soft, full of admiration that made something churn uncomfortably in Wonyoung’s gut. She wasn’t sure what it was. It wasn’t envy, exactly. But it felt like something was slipping through her fingers, something she couldn’t grasp, couldn’t hold onto, no matter how hard she tried.
The group scattered after that, their laughter fading as the underclassmen drifted away. Wonyoung remained rooted in place, her eyes following them as they moved, her thoughts spinning faster than she could catch them.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want Yujin to have friends— it wasn’t that at all. Yujin was kind, genuine, and always had been, and Wonyoung understood that people were drawn to her warmth. But something about the way the underclassman had looked at Yujin— almost in awe —made Wonyoung’s stomach flip. It was the kind of look that made Wonyoung feel small. Like she was fading into the background.
Invisible.
Yujin was a star, and everyone wanted to bask in her light. Wonyoung knew that. She had always known it. But watching it now, seeing the way the others hovered around her, it felt like a spotlight she couldn’t step into, a space she couldn’t fill no matter how hard she tried.
The grip on her textbooks tightened, and Wonyoung felt the weight of them in her arms like they were anchors, dragging her down. She didn’t want to feel like this. She didn’t want to feel that familiar, twisted sensation in her chest, the kind of jealousy that made her question her own worth. But the more she watched Yujin, the more she felt herself shrinking, swallowed up by the space between them.
Before she knew it, her feet were moving on their own, a slow, deliberate march toward Yujin and the group. The chatter faded around her, the air growing thick with the silence between her and Yujin. As she stepped into the circle of their gaze, the group fell quiet, the underclassmen exchanging confused glances as they watched the two friends. Yujin straightened, her expression shifting as she noticed Wonyoung approaching.
A small smile tugged at her lips, but there was a flicker of confusion in her eyes, too. “Hey, Youngie! What’s up?” Yujin’s voice was light and carefree as she greeted Wonyoung, her warm smile never faltering. Yet, something felt different in the air. Maybe it was Wonyoung’s own discomfort, or maybe it was the subtle shift in Yujin’s usual ease, replaced by a caution she couldn’t quite name. In that moment, the familiar rhythm of their friendship seemed to falter. Just the smallest crack in something that had once felt so solid. Wonyoung wasn’t sure if she was ready to face it, but she knew it was there.
Wonyoung forced a tight, brittle smile, one that felt more like a mask than anything else, her lips pressing together in an effort to hold her emotions in check. But when she spoke, the words slipped out sharper than she intended, the sharpness catching even her off guard. “I didn’t know you were collecting fans now.”
Yujin blinked, clearly taken aback by the bite in Wonyoung’s tone. The group of underclassmen around them shifted awkwardly, glancing between the two girls, their confusion thickening the air. Yujin, though, softened immediately at the tension in Wonyoung’s words, her playful energy faltering just slightly as she stepped away from the group, her attention now entirely on Wonyoung.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Yujin’s voice was gentler now, her playful tone slipping into concern. She took a step closer, her eyes searching Wonyoung’s face, trying to read the situation. “Did I do something?”
Wonyoung shook her head quickly, as though trying to dismiss the moment, but her body language betrayed her. She couldn’t meet Yujin’s gaze. Her eyes darted anywhere but there, avoiding the soft, confused concern that she knew would only make everything worse. “Nothing,” she muttered, but the lie hung heavily in the air, far too obvious to be believed. “I just… I didn’t expect you to be so popular.”
The words felt heavier than she had intended, even to her own ears. She wanted to take them back the moment they left her mouth, but the tension had already built too high for that.
Yujin’s brow furrowed, her face clouding with confusion, and she took another step closer, her warmth enveloping Wonyoung in a way that made her feel more exposed than ever. “Youngie, you know I’m not trying to collect fans. They’re just… they’re just nice. I was just talking to them,” Yujin explained, her voice soft and sincere, her expression tinged with concern.
Wonyoung swallowed, her throat tight with emotion. She knew Yujin was just being herself, and she knew Yujin had no intention of doing anything to hurt her, but the sight of Yujin surrounded by these people, all of them looking at her with such adoration, made something in her twist uncomfortably. She couldn’t put it into words. Not even to herself. She couldn’t tell Yujin how it made her feel, how it seemed like everyone around her was so captivated by Yujin’s laughter, her warmth, her ease. It made Wonyoung feel… small , like she was somehow invisible in comparison.
“I know, I know,” Wonyoung muttered, but her voice cracked just slightly, betraying the discomfort she couldn’t hide. She glanced at the group of underclassmen, still standing there, their eyes fixed on Yujin, their expressions full of that same, soft admiration. It made something tighten in Wonyoung’s chest, a fit of gnawing jealousy that she hadn’t even realised was there until it was too late.
“It’s just…” she trailed off, the words too tangled in her mind to form. The frustration of it all swirled inside her, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it. She couldn’t admit how seeing Yujin, laughing and accepting chocolates, made her feel. How it twisted something inside her, something sharp and uncomfortable.
Yujin’s gaze softened as she studied Wonyoung, her eyes scanning her face with quiet intensity. There was a flicker of realisation there, like she understood that something was wrong, but she didn’t know what. “Wonyoung, are you upset about something?” Yujin asked, her voice a mix of concern and confusion, completely losing the teasing tone that had been there just moments ago.
Wonyoung swallowed again, but this time it was harder, the lump in her throat refusing to move. She lowered her gaze to the textbooks in her arms, suddenly aware of their weight, as though they were somehow a physical manifestation of everything she couldn’t bring herself to say. The air between them felt thick and heavy, stretching into an uncomfortable silence, where nothing was said but everything was understood. Wonyoung wanted to admit what was happening inside her, how the sight of the underclassmen fawning over Yujin had twisted something inside her, but the words wouldn’t come.
She couldn’t bring herself to say it.
Not yet.
Instead, she forced a small, brittle smile onto her face, a hollow thing that didn’t reach her eyes. She shook her head, trying to pretend the knot in her chest didn’t exist, trying to convince both Yujin and herself that everything was fine. “I know,” she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m just being dumb. It’s nothing.”
Yujin wasn’t convinced. Without a word, she stepped closer to Wonyoung, her presence a comforting warmth. She reached out and gently took Wonyoung’s hand, the familiar touch grounding Wonyoung as it always had when they were younger. It felt like a simple, unspoken promise. A promise that no matter how much things changed, Yujin would always be there for her, just like when they were kids.
“You know I’m always here for you, right?” Yujin’s voice was soft, almost pleading now, as though she was trying to close the gap between them that had somehow grown without either of them realising. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me.”
Wonyoung’s chest tightened at the sensation of Yujin’s hand in hers, the warmth of it familiar and soothing. For a moment, she almost wanted to let go of the lie, to let the words spill out, to finally admit how much she was hurting. She wanted to say it, to let Yujin in, but the fear of what would happen if she did—if everything they’d built would change—held her back. She hesitated, her gaze flickering to the textbooks in her arms again, a weak attempt to distract herself from the storm of emotions swirling inside her.
When she finally looked up at Yujin again, her hand still held in the warmth of Yujin’s, she forced another smile. But this time, it felt even more fragile, like it could break into pieces at any moment. Her voice came out softer, quieter, as if she were trying to convince herself of something she didn’t believe. “I know,” she whispered, her words carrying the weight of the things she couldn’t say. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing.”
Even as the words left her lips, she felt them settle uncomfortably in her chest, a truth she couldn’t deny. It wasn’t nothing. It wasn’t stupid. The jealousy, the discomfort— it wasn’t nothing. But the weight of it was too much to face, so she pushed it down, letting it settle inside her like a stone in her heart.
Yujin didn’t seem convinced, but she nodded anyway, her expression softening as she offered Wonyoung a reassuring smile. This time, though, it wasn’t the easy, carefree smile Wonyoung had grown used to. It was gentle, filled with a tenderness that reflected how much Yujin wanted to help, but didn’t know how. “Well, if it’s nothing, then I guess we’re good, right?” Yujin’s voice was light, but there was something more beneath it. Something unspoken, a plea for everything to be okay between them.
Wonyoung nodded, the smile still on her face, but it felt more like a mask now. Something she wore to cover up the storm inside her. “Yeah. We’re good.” The words slipped out too easily, but the moment they did, she knew they weren’t true. Something had shifted between them, something unspoken that neither of them knew how to address.
As Yujin turned back toward the group of underclassmen, Wonyoung felt the weight of Yujin’s hand slip from hers, a subtle separation that left her feeling hollow. She watched Yujin’s back as she rejoined the group, the sound of her laughter bright and easy, filling the air with that infectious energy that had always drawn people to her. But to Wonyoung, it felt distant now, like a wall had suddenly risen between them, blocking her from the warmth she had always been able to rely on.
The laughter echoed in her ears, but it didn’t sound the same anymore. It felt like a reminder of the distance that had crept in between them, of the shift she couldn’t name but could feel all the same. Something had changed, something unspoken, something fragile that Wonyoung didn’t know how to fix. The realisation was a slow burn inside her, a quiet ache that expanded with every passing second.
Wonyoung stood there, frozen for a moment, her textbooks still clutched tightly in her arms as though they might offer her some comfort. The weight of them was nothing compared to the weight pressing on her chest, but it was all she could focus on at that moment. She couldn’t bear to move just yet, not with the gnawing feeling in her chest, the feeling that something had shifted in a way she couldn’t quite put into words.
As she watched Yujin laughing with the others, a part of her wanted to call out, to tell her that everything wasn’t okay, that something was wrong, but the words never came. Instead, she just stood there, feeling the ache grow, the distance between them widening, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t know how to bridge the gap, how to take back what had been lost in that fleeting moment of tension. The gnawing feeling inside her refused to let go, sinking deeper into her chest with every passing second.
And yet, she stayed there, frozen in place.
Unable to move forward.
Unable to go back.
—
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor echoed faintly down the hallway as Yujin made her way back to the classroom after lunch. She was just about to slip inside when she noticed a familiar face waiting by the door. It was Haewon, a girl from the volleyball team. Her hands were stuffed deep into the pockets of her jacket, her posture casual as she leaned against the wall.
But there was something about the way she was standing that made Yujin pause. It wasn’t the usual friendly, laid-back posture Haewon usually wore. It was something different. A subtle tension in her stance, an energy that lingered just beneath the surface, a quiet, almost predatory pull in the air around her. Yujin felt it immediately. The shift, the electric tingle that made her heart beat a little faster, her breath coming just a fraction more shallow.
“Hey, Yujin,” Haewon greeted, her voice smooth and easy, carrying that same warm smile that was always a little too calculated. The kind of smile that felt friendly but not familiar enough to be truly comforting. It lingered a moment longer than it should have, as if she was waiting for something in return, something more than just the casual exchange of pleasantries.
Yujin returned the smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Her palms felt clammy, and without thinking, she wiped them on her skirt, trying to mask the uneasy shift that had settled into her chest. “Hey, Haewon. What’s up?”
Haewon stepped forward, just enough to close the distance between them. Her eyes were bright, sparkling with something Yujin couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just the usual confidence; it was something sharper, like she was sizing Yujin up. The space between them felt oddly charged now, thick with an energy that seemed to amplify the silence. Yujin’s body reacted instinctively, her feet shifting back, a small but telling step, as though she were trying to regain control over the situation, to find something firm beneath her feet.
“I was just wondering if you wanted to run over some volleyball drills later. You know, for the match next week. The team’s been asking for your advice on improving our defence. You’ve got a great eye for the game,” Haewon said, her voice steady, almost too smooth, her gaze never leaving Yujin’s face as she closed in just a little more. She was too close now, and the faint scent of her perfume—the one that lingered like a mixture of fresh flowers and something just a touch musky from practice—seemed to mix with the sharp tang of sweat that clung to her clothes, a sensory reminder that this was still the middle of a school day, and things were anything but normal.
Yujin’s pulse quickened, her heart fluttering strangely in her chest as she tilted her head slightly, trying to ignore the prickling unease in the pit of her stomach. Why was Haewon acting like this? Why was it suddenly so… different? The words seemed to float in the air around her, but she couldn’t make them land right in her mind.
“Uh, sure,” she said, trying to sound casual, but it came out a little too bright, too practised, as if she were trying to convince herself more than Haewon. “I guess I can. We’ve been working on it, but I’m sure a few extra tips won’t hurt.” The words felt hollow as they left her lips, like a script she was reading from without truly understanding.
Haewon smiled again, her lips stretching into a grin that felt just a bit too wide, almost like she was waiting for Yujin to break, to let something slip. Yujin couldn’t put her finger on it, but something about the way Haewon was looking at her made her skin prickle, made her feel exposed, like there was something in her eyes that knew more about Yujin than she was willing to admit.
“Awesome. I’ll catch you later then,” Haewon said, her tone casual, but there was a hint of something beneath it, a sharpness that lingered even as she turned to walk away. Her shoes clicked against the floor, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the hallway before fading as she disappeared around the corner.
Yujin stood frozen for a moment, still feeling the weight of Haewon’s presence in the space around her. Her mind raced, trying to untangle what had just happened. Why did she feel so off-kilter? Haewon’s words should have been just another practice invite, just another simple interaction between teammates, but there was something about the way she’d spoken, the way she’d looked at Yujin, that was making her feel... wrong . Like she was missing a piece of some puzzle she couldn’t see.
Yujin had just reached for the door to step inside the classroom when a voice suddenly called her name from behind, stopping her mid-motion.
“Hey, Yujin,” Haewon’s voice rang out, slicing through the air in the otherwise quiet hallway. Yujin turned, surprised to find Haewon still standing there, lingering in a way that felt a little... off . She hadn’t walked away after all, and now Haewon was looking at her with a soft intensity that made Yujin feel both uneasy and curious at the same time.
Yujin raised an eyebrow, unsure of why Haewon was still there. Her eyes scanned Haewon’s face, trying to read her expression, but there was something strangely rehearsed about the way Haewon held herself. Her posture was casual, but it was too precise, like she was trying to appear nonchalant but was failing at hiding the undercurrent of tension that ran beneath her calm exterior.
“Are you okay?” Haewon asked, her voice quieter now, and there was something almost searching in the way her eyes flicked over Yujin’s face. Yujin could sense there was more going on here, more than just a simple inquiry about how she was feeling. Haewon’s gaze lingered for a second too long, as if she was measuring something, gauging how Yujin would respond.
Yujin blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected question. Her mind hadn’t had the time to settle into the conversation, still tangled up in the remnants of her earlier thoughts. “Yeah, why?” she replied, but there was a hesitation in her voice, a small warning bell ringing in her head that she couldn't quite shake off.
Haewon hesitated for a moment, lips pressed together in thought, before she spoke again. “I’ve been thinking about something,” she began, her voice lower now, as though she were about to share a secret that weighed heavily on her chest. The way Haewon spoke made Yujin’s stomach twist. It wasn’t casual anymore. The shift was subtle, but Yujin could feel it in the air between them.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now,” Haewon continued, her gaze avoiding Yujin’s for a brief moment as if she were choosing her words carefully, “but I wasn’t sure how...”
Yujin’s chest tightened, her curiosity rising, but an unease crept up her spine. There was something off, something heavy hanging in the air now. She had never heard Haewon speak this way before, with such deliberation, like every word mattered more than usual. And in that moment, Yujin had a sinking feeling in her stomach, like she was standing on the edge of something she didn’t fully understand.
Haewon finally met her eyes again, her voice soft but firm. “I think I’m going to confess to Wonyoung after the volleyball finals,” she said, each word carefully spaced, as though she were testing them out to see how they felt before letting them fall into the space between them. “I’ve... been thinking about it for a while, and I think it’s time.”
Yujin’s entire body froze. The words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a second, she couldn’t breathe. Wonyoung. A confession. Haewon—Haewon of all people—was planning to confess to Wonyoung. The realisation didn’t immediately register, the words bouncing around in her mind, disconnected, not fitting with the world she knew.
Her fingers tightened around the strap of her bag, her breath shallow. It was almost impossible to grasp. She blinked rapidly, trying to refocus, but it felt like the world had shifted, like the ground beneath her feet had suddenly tilted at an angle she couldn’t quite adjust to.
“I... I didn’t expect that,” Yujin said quietly, her voice faltering slightly despite her best effort to hold it together. The question tumbled out before she could stop herself. “You really want to do that?”
Haewon looked at her, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her features before her expression softened. There was a glint of resolve in her eyes, a quiet confidence that sent a chill running down Yujin’s spine. “Yeah, I think it’s time. Wonyoung deserves to know how I feel.” Her voice was quieter now, as if she was speaking from the heart, and Yujin could see the weight of it in her eyes. “I know it might seem sudden, but I’ve thought it through. I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I just... I think it’s the right time.”
Yujin felt her stomach churn, her mind reeling, the words reverberating in her head as they sank deeper into her. Haewon wasn’t just talking about some casual crush. This was serious. This was Haewon, someone who had always been there, someone she knew well, planning to cross a line that Yujin had never expected. And that line led straight to Wonyoung.
Yujin’s thoughts spiralled out of control. She didn’t know what to think, what to say. A strange, sour feeling twisted in her chest, making it harder to breathe. Haewon wasn’t just a teammate. She wasn’t just another person in the background. She was someone Yujin had always counted on, someone who had shared so many quiet moments with her, and now she was going after Wonyoung?
Everything felt like it was happening too fast. Too much, too soon. Yujin opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. She wanted to say something encouraging, something that wouldn’t sound like a rejection, but instead, the words came out wrong.
“Well, good luck, I guess,” Yujin managed to force out, her voice sounding weak even to her own ears. The words didn’t feel right. They didn’t feel like something a friend would say. There was a trace of bitterness there, sharp and unexpected, something she hadn’t known was bubbling up inside her until it spilt over.
Haewon seemed to pick up on it, her gaze flickering with something unreadable before softening again. “Thanks, Yujin. I’ll need it.” There was a slight hesitation in her step as she took a small step back. “You’re not mad, are you?”
Yujin shook her head automatically, but even as she did, she felt like she was lying to herself. She wasn’t sure what she felt anymore. She wasn’t sure if she could even process it all. “No, it’s fine. I... I just wasn’t expecting it.”
Haewon gave her a tight, almost apologetic smile, as if she could sense the tension between them but didn’t quite know how to address it. “I get it. It’s a lot to take in.” She seemed to pause for a moment, like she was deciding whether to say more, but then her shoulders relaxed. “But I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”
And with that, Haewon turned to walk away, leaving Yujin standing in the hallway, the weight of what had just been said crashing down on her in waves.
Yujin stood there for a moment longer, her hands still gripping the strap of her bag, her heart pounding in her chest. The hallway felt too narrow, the air too thick. Everything felt out of place. She was barely aware of the noise around her, the buzz of voices, the sound of footsteps echoing against the walls.
All she could hear was the relentless pounding of her own heartbeat, and the one thought that kept running through her mind.
Haewon is going to confess to Wonyoung.