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Aggie one but this time enemies to lovers reader plays for Barcelona first leg they got into and always commenting on each other instagram and in 1st leg had a fight players at to stop same second leg but in end after game second leg sorted it out and had a date and got together
The sun had just begun to dip behind the mountains as the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals approached. The atmosphere at Camp Nou was electric, buzzing with anticipation. Barcelona, led by their formidable goalkeeper YN, was facing off against Chelsea, and the stakes were higher than ever.
YN had always been competitive, driven by a desire to be the best, but there was something about Aggie Beever-Jones that made their rivalry more intense. The Chelsea forward was not only a force on the pitch but also a constant presence in YN's notifications. They had exchanged barbs on Instagram for weeks nowâsnarky comments, teasing memes, and the occasional underhanded dig. What started off as harmless fun quickly escalated into something far more personal.
On the field, the intensity of their rivalry reached a boiling point. Every tackle, every run, every pass felt like it carried more weight. YNâs eyes constantly flicked to Aggie, who was always close by, a cocky smile never far from her lips. The crowd roared as the match hit full swing. Barcelonaâs players were moving with precision, working as a unit, and the energy was palpable.
It was clear that the semi-finals were the most intense challenge yet. But for YN and Aggie, it was more than just a gameâit was about proving who was better. As the match neared its climax, YN found herself in a race to stop one of Aggie's dangerous runs. But just as Aggie reached the edge of the box, she took a harsh tackle from Barcelona's defense, leaving YN on the ground.
Frustration boiled over. YN shot up, glaring across the pitch at Aggie. The Chelsea player smirked, mouthing something that only fueled the fire. Without thinking, YN took a few steps toward her, fists clenched. "You think you can walk all over us?" YNâs voice was low and sharp.
"Maybe youâre just mad because youâre not as good as me," Aggie retorted, her voice dripping with condescension.
The taunts flew back and forth, and before long, the two were nose to nose, shouting over each other, pushing each other in a physical confrontation. It didnât take long for their teammates to rush in.
Jana and Aitana, YN's best friends, were the first to intervene, standing between the two players. "Stop it!" Jana snapped, shoving both players back. "This is a game, not a personal vendetta!"
But the intensity of the moment was palpable. Chelsea players, including Lucy and Keira, rushed over, trying to separate them, their eyes full of disbelief and frustration.
âBoth of you need to calm down,â Lucy said, her arms crossed and her tone firm.
Despite the scuffle, the match went on. The tension hung in the air like a storm cloud, but Barcelona pulled away with a dominant 4-1 victory. The final whistle blew, and while Barcelona celebrated the win, YN couldnât shake the feeling that the altercation had done something more than just distract her.
The locker room was buzzing with excitement, but YNâs head was somewhere else. As her teammates laughed and joked about their impressive scoreline, YNâs phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, seeing a new comment from Aggie on one of her posts: a simple smirk emoji. It stung more than it should have.
Jana, noticing her quietness, raised an eyebrow. "You good?" she asked, as she threw on her shirt.
YN didnât respond immediately. She stared at the screen of her phone. "Sheâs insufferable," YN muttered under her breath.
"I get it, but you need to let it go," Jana said softly. "We won the game, thatâs what matters."
"I know," YN replied, trying to push the tension away. "But it's like sheâs trying to get to me. It's not just the game, itâs everythingâevery comment, every match."
Aitana, who had been quietly lacing her boots, looked up with a knowing expression. "She's baiting you. Donât take the bait. Focus on the next match. This is far from over."
As YN left the locker room, the weight of the first leg still lingered, but her teammates were rightâthere was more to come. The second leg was just around the corner, and Barcelona had the advantage with their 4-1 victory.
But as the bus ride to the hotel continued, all YN could think about was Aggie. How much longer would their rivalry last? And why, despite the animosity, did YN feel like there was something more there?
As the night settled in, YN found herself scrolling through her Instagram again, the same comment from Aggie staring back at her. Despite everything, there was a part of her that felt something other than irritation.
The second leg couldnât come soon enough.
The second leg was set. Barcelona had an incredible 4-1 lead from the first match, but YN knew that Chelsea would come out strong. This wasnât over. The tension had only escalated since the last time the two teams met, and YN could feel the heat of the rivalry burning through every practice, every comment on social media, and every glance on the pitch. Aggie was relentless. YN was equally so.
The match kicked off at Stamford Bridge, and it was clear that both teams were giving everything they had. The crowd was alive with energy as Barcelona and Chelsea battled for control. Aggie and YN were once again glued to each other, every moment of the match felt like it was filled with bad blood. However, Barcelonaâs offense was too strong for Chelsea to handle, and by the end of the match, Barcelona won 4-1 again, securing a resounding 8-2 aggregate score.
While the team celebrated, YN couldnât ignore the nagging feeling of unfinished business. The rivalry with Aggie still burned inside her, and she knew deep down that she wasnât done with it yet. It wasnât just about the gameâit was about everything. The frustration, the jabs, the way Aggie seemed to get under her skin in ways no one else could.
As YN walked back to the locker room, she could see the Chelsea players, including Aggie, moving toward the exit. Aitana, always perceptive, noticed YNâs eyes lingering on Aggie and approached her with a determined look.
âYouâre not going to keep stewing about this, are you?â Aitana asked.
YN just shook her head, letting out a frustrated breath. âItâs not over. I need to talk to her. I canât let this go.â
Aitana looked at her friend with a serious expression. âThen you need to apologize. This thing, this fightâitâs not you. Itâs bigger than just the game. But if you want to fix this, you have to make the first move.â
YN hesitated for a moment, then nodded, knowing Aitana was right. âOkay. Iâll go.â
After a few minutes, Aitana led YN down the hallway toward the Chelsea locker room, where Aggie was talking to her teammates, clearly frustrated but holding her composure. It was then that Keira Walsh, who had been a quiet but steady presence in the chaos, stepped up and grabbed Aggie by the arm.
âYou need to go,â Keira said quietly, but with a sense of authority. âItâs time for you two to talk.â
Aggieâs eyes widened in confusion, but before she could say anything, Keira was already pulling her along.
âWhat the hellâ?â Aggie started, but Keira didnât let her finish. She walked her right into a quiet corridor, where YN and Aitana were waiting.
Aitana threw YN a knowing glance, and YN stepped forward. âAggie,â she began, her voice sincere. âLook, I know weâve been at each otherâs throats, and Iâm sorry. I donât want this rivalry to be personal anymore.â
Aggie took a deep breath, her face softening slightly. âI get it,â she said. âI donât want to hate you, YN. I donât want this either. But⊠damn, youâve made me want to kick your ass every single time we play.â
A small laugh escaped YNâs lips at that, but the tension was still palpable. They were both on edge, but there was something softer now, something real between them that neither could deny.
Before either of them could say anything else, Keira suddenly clapped her hands, a mischievous grin on her face. âAlright, girls, youâve had your talk,â she said, practically dragging both of them towards the supply closet down the hallway. âTime to make sure you donât run off and keep fighting.â
âWhat the hell are you doing?!â YN exclaimed, eyes wide as Keira pushed them both into the small, dimly lit room.
âJust talk it out. No distractions,â Keira said, as she closed the door behind them with a wicked grin. âYou two clearly need to sort things out. No one leaves until you do.â
Before either could protest, the sound of footsteps faded away. They were alone.
For a moment, it was quiet. Both players stood there in silence, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting them. YN and Aggie, trapped in a small space, surrounded by cleaning supplies and boxes. They were closeâtoo closeâand neither was sure how to break the silence.
âYou know this is ridiculous, right?â YN said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Aggie sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. âYeah. Itâs kind of embarrassing, to be honest. I donât even know what weâre doing anymore.â
âYeah, me neither,â YN admitted, shaking her head.
They were both standing a little too close, the air charged with tension that wasnât quite as angry as it was before, but still thick with something neither of them could name.
âYou think this is stupid?â Aggie asked, voice quiet. She was looking at YN now, something unspoken between them.
YN nodded slowly, her breath caught in her throat. âYeah. But itâs hard to ignore when youâre constantly⊠in my face.â
The words hung between them, but there was something different in the air now. Instead of the biting insults, there was a strange understanding. Their rivalry had always been more than competition. Now, it felt like it was shifting into something they couldnât control.
Before YN could say anything more, Aggie leaned in, closing the space between them with an intensity that took YN by surprise. The kiss came quicklyâsuddenlyâbut neither of them pulled back. It was raw, heated, and for the first time, it felt like the rivalry had finally found an outlet.
In the small supply closet, what started as a confrontation turned into a kiss neither could deny.
And just like that, the line between enemies and lovers blurred.
The small, dimly lit supply closet was silent except for the quiet breaths of both players. Aggie and YN, still close enough that their lips could practically taste the words they hadnât yet spoken, were breathing heavily, their hearts racing. The kiss, sudden but inevitable, seemed to have no end in sight. It was as though they had been waiting for this moment all along, hiding behind a rivalry that had kept them apart for too long.
YN's hand found its way to Aggie's neck, pulling her in closer, feeling the heat of their bodies clash in a way neither of them had expected. Aggie, just as lost in the moment, slid her hands around YN's waist, tugging her even closer. The world outside of the closet seemed to disappear as their bodies and lips spoke a language neither of them had prepared for. The competitive edge they had built up between them for years slowly melted away, replaced by an undeniable pull.
They didnât know how much time had passed, but every moment felt like it had been building up for an eternity. YN could feel the way Aggie's hands moved with a gentle urgency, and it was as if they were both finally letting go of everything that had kept them apart.
However, Aitana and Keira were just outside, leaning against the door, their eyes wide in amusement. They had initially intended to give the two players time to "discuss" their differences, but seeing how heated things were getting, they exchanged knowing looks.
"You think they're really talking it out?" Aitana whispered, grinning. Keira raised an eyebrow, folding her arms.
"I think they've said everything they need to say already," Keira replied with a smirk. "But let's make sure they donât lock themselves in here forever."
Without another word, Keira gave the door a soft push. It creaked open, revealing the two footballers tangled in a passionate kiss. Aggieâs hands were buried in YN's hair, and YN was pressed so close to Aggie that it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
Aitana stifled a laugh, and Keiraâs eyes widened, both of them clearly surprised but not entirely shocked. Theyâd known the tension between YN and Aggie had been simmering, but this? This was more than they had bargained for.
âUhm⊠well, this is definitely⊠not what we expected,â Keira said, her voice breaking the charged silence.
Both Aggie and YN froze, their eyes snapping open in simultaneous shock. Their faces flushed with embarrassment as they quickly pulled away, standing awkwardly, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
âWhat the hell, Keira?â Aggie managed to say, her voice low but tinged with something else now. âWhat are you doing?â
âWe were just checking if you two were âdiscussing,ââ Keira responded, her voice teasing but with an undertone of amusement. Aitana, still grinning, nudged her friend.
âYou know, I think they were discussing a lot more than just football,â Aitana said with a sly wink.
YN couldnât help but laugh awkwardly, running a hand through her hair. âI⊠uh, we were just⊠well, itâs complicated.â
âYou think?â Keira teased, smirking as she stepped back and opened the door fully, ushering both of them out into the hallway.
âI didnât think we were going to walk in on that,â Aitana added, her laughter echoing as the tension in the room began to shift. The two players had gone from rivals to something else entirely, and the realization was still settling in.
Aggie and YN exchanged a glance, both of them smiling in spite of themselves. The heat between them was still present, but now, there was a new sense of understanding. No more fighting. No more competition. Just⊠whatever this was.
Keira, ever the instigator, looked at YN and Aggie with a knowing grin. âSo, whatâs next for you two?â
Aggie bit her lip, clearly still processing everything. âI think weâre going to need some time to figure it out. But Iâm not going to lie⊠itâs definitely⊠different.â
YN nodded. âYeah, a little too different for comfort.â
âBut I think Iâm okay with it,â Aggie said, her smile softening as she glanced at YN.
Aitana raised an eyebrow. âWell, as long as no one tries to kill each other next time you play, I think weâre all good.â Her teasing tone made the moment feel lighter, and YN chuckled, feeling the last of the tension between her and Aggie evaporate.
Keira smirked, clearly pleased with the turn of events. âI canât believe weâre witnessing this. You two⊠from hating each other to this? Whatâs next?â
âWeâll figure it out,â YN said softly, her gaze lingering on Aggie. âOne step at a time.â
Aitana gave them both a knowing look, her grin never faltering. âGood. Now go have that date, and no more hiding in supply closets, alright?â
As the group of players made their way out of the hallway, YN and Aggie lingered behind, still processing everything that had just happened. Their rivalry, their angerâit all seemed like a distant memory now, replaced by something new. Something neither of them had expected, but both of them couldnât ignore.
And so, as the day ended, YN and Aggie found themselves walking side by side for the first time without animosity, without resentment. Whatever had started in that small supply closet had marked the beginning of something else entirely.
And neither of them could say what it was. But it was theirs.
The following evening, the chaos of the semifinals had calmed, but the whirlwind between YN and Aggie was far from over. The tension had shifted into something entirely new, and after what had happened in the supply closet, neither of them could pretend they werenât intrigued by what was blossoming between them. What had once been fiery rivalry was now turning into something neither of them had anticipated.
YN sat in the lobby of her hotel, staring down at her phone in her hands. Sheâd managed to shake off the nerves, but they had returned the moment she received the text from Aggie earlier that day.
Iâll be at your hotel at 8. Be ready, no excuses.
A few hours later, she was standing in the lobby waiting, dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a loose top, but even in the simple outfit, she felt a rush of excitementâsomething was shifting in the air, and she was ready to see where it would take them.
She barely registered the sound of footsteps approaching until she heard a soft voice calling her name.
Turning around, YNâs breath caught in her throat. Standing in front of her was Aggie, her blonde hair falling just right, her outfit more polished than usual but still effortlessly beautifulâshe was wearing a sleek black dress, one that hugged her figure perfectly, paired with a leather jacket thrown over her shoulders.
"Hi," Aggie said softly, her voice warm. She smiled shyly, glancing at YN for a moment before looking down at her shoes, a rare moment of vulnerability flashing across her face. "You look⊠amazing."
YN grinned, feeling her own heart skip a beat. "You donât look so bad yourself."
Aggieâs smile widened at that, and for a moment, it was as if everything outside of this moment didnât matter. The last few daysâthe rivalry, the fight in the supply closet, the teasing from their teammatesâit all seemed like distant memories. In front of YN now was a new Aggie, someone who was no longer a stranger, and yet, someone she was only beginning to understand.
"Ready?" Aggie asked, breaking the silence.
YN nodded, a little giddy but trying to play it cool. "Lead the way."
The two of them walked through the quiet streets of Barcelona as the sun dipped below the horizon, the city lights beginning to twinkle above them. The soft hum of the evening felt intimate, like the world had shrunk just for them.
Aggie led YN to a small, cozy restaurant tucked away on a side street. It wasnât flashy or pretentious, but it had a warmth to it that made YN feel instantly at ease. It was a little Italian place, a nod to Aggieâs own heritage, and YN couldnât help but feel a little touched that Aggie had chosen something so personal.
As they sat down at a small table in the corner, their conversation naturally flowed. They talked about their childhoods, what it was like growing up in different countries, and the struggles of balancing football with everything else in their lives. They shared laughs, small smiles, and even a few shy glances as their newfound connection began to bloom.
YN found herself relaxing into the date, feeling her walls come down. For once, there was no tension, no bitternessâjust the warmth of a woman she was starting to see in a new light.
Aggie, on her part, was just as captivated by YNâs presence. Every time their eyes met, there was a certain energy between them, an understanding that they had been enemies for too long but were now something different. She was learning to appreciate YN in a way she never had beforeâaway from the pitch, away from the competition.
"So," YN said, breaking the comfortable silence between them, "what happens now? I mean, after everything thatâs happened⊠are we still pretending we hate each other?"
Aggie raised an eyebrow, leaning back in her chair, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Well, I donât know about you, but I think I might be ready to start pretending I like you."
YN laughed, shaking her head. "You mean that?"
Aggieâs smirk softened, and for a brief moment, her eyes flickered with something deeper. "I think so. Honestly, I never thought Iâd say it, but⊠Iâm glad weâre here. Iâm glad youâre here."
The sincerity in her voice caught YN off guard, and for the first time, she allowed herself to fully acknowledge the connection between them. The competitive edge, the rivalry, the fightsâit all felt irrelevant now. In front of her was Aggie, a woman who, despite their differences, had shown her something new about herself.
"Iâm glad too," YN murmured, her heart racing. She had no idea where this would go, but for once, she wasnât afraid of it. "I never thought weâd end up here, but Iâm glad we did."
Aggie smiled warmly at YN, her gaze lingering a little longer than usual. The air around them shifted again, and suddenly, the walls between them had crumbled entirely.
They spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, enjoying the simplicity of being together. There was no pressure, no expectationsâjust the quiet comfort of two people finally allowing themselves to be vulnerable.
As the night came to a close, Aggie walked YN back to her hotel. They stood outside for a moment, the cool night air brushing against their skin.
"Well," YN said, trying to suppress a smile, "I guess this is goodnight then?"
Aggie nodded, a soft smile spreading across her face. "Yeah, I think it is."
And then, in an impulsive move, Aggie leaned in, pressing her lips gently to YN's cheek before pulling away, her cheeks flushed. "Thank you for tonight," she whispered.
YN, completely caught off guard, smiled softly, feeling a rush of warmth spread through her chest. "It was perfect."
As the cool night air surrounded them, Aggie turned to walk away, a slight smile still lingering on her face after the soft kiss to YN's cheek. But before she could take more than a few steps, she heard YN call her name.
"Aggie!" YN's voice was firm, but there was a vulnerability in it that made Aggie pause and turn around.
Aggie raised an eyebrow, wondering if something had shifted in the air once again. "Yeah?"
YN took a deep breath, her heart racing a little faster. She was suddenly aware of how much she had been holding back. The walls, the rivalryâeverything that had kept them apart for so longâseemed so irrelevant now. She needed to take the plunge, needed to stop pretending that she wasn't feeling something real, something more than just competition.
Aggie looked at her, and for a moment, there was silence. Then YN took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Aggie's eyes widened slightly, but before she could speak, YN was right there in front of her, their gazes locking for a split second before YN moved in, their lips crashing together.
It was different this timeânot tentative or shy, but full of the emotions theyâd been hiding for so long. YN's hands found their way to Aggie's waist, pulling her closer, and Aggie responded with equal intensity, her arms winding around YNâs neck as they deepened the kiss. The world around them seemed to blurâthere was no rivalry, no Chelsea and Barcelona, no fights or tension. Just them, the heat between them rising with every second, everything building to something they both knew they couldnât deny.
The kiss was desperate, urgent, and it left both of them breathless when they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting against each other.
"God, Iâve wanted to do that for so long," YN muttered, still catching her breath.
Aggie laughed softly, her chest heaving with the same excitement. "You and me both."
She paused for a moment, looking into YNâs eyes with a look that was almost vulnerable, something she hadnât shown before. "Are you sure about this?"
YN smiled, the uncertainty from before finally slipping away. "Iâm sure."
Aggie chuckled softly, a glint of playfulness returning to her eyes. "Good. Because Iâm not letting you go now."
Without another word, they kissed again, slower this time, savoring the closeness and the spark between them. It was no longer about proving something to each otherâit was about this moment, the undeniable pull they shared.
As they pulled away again, this time lingering in the embrace, YN smiled softly.
Aggie hesitated for a brief moment but then nodded, her hands sliding up to cup YN's face as she leaned in for one more kiss before they continued walking into the hotel together, leaving the world outside to fade away.
The next morning, YN woke up with a soft smile on her face, still feeling the warmth of the previous nightâs kiss lingering on her lips. She wasnât sure what was happening between her and Aggie, but whatever it was, it felt right. She turned over to see Aggie still sound asleep beside her, her hair tousled and her breathing steady. YN couldnât help but smile, her heart feeling light for the first time in a long while.
But that peace was quickly shattered by a loud, familiar knock on the door.
"YN! Time to wake up, weâve got to go back to Barcelona!" Mapiâs voice rang through the door, followed by a few more knocks that were more insistent than necessary.
YN groaned, reluctantly pulling herself out of bed. The last thing she wanted was to deal with Mapiâs teasingâespecially not when Aggie was still lying beside her. She glanced over at the bed, making sure Aggie was still asleep, then quietly tiptoed to the door to open it just a crack.
"Mapi, please⊠Give me five more minutes," YN mumbled, still half asleep.
Mapi, however, was having none of it. She pushed the door open wide, practically barging into the room. The instant her eyes landed on the bed, her eyes widened, and she stifled a laugh.
"Well, well, well," Mapi teased, her grin widening mischievously. "Look whoâs been busy."
YN froze, her heart racing as she spun around to see Mapi standing in the doorway, a knowing smirk plastered across her face. She quickly turned back to Aggie, who was still snoozing peacefully, oblivious to Mapiâs intrusion.
"Mapi," YN hissed, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Not right now."
Mapi, however, wasnât backing down. She leaned casually against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched YN squirm. "Oh no, Iâm not going anywhere," Mapi teased. "I have to make sure this isnât a dream."
"Seriously," YN groaned, her voice a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "You canât just come barging in like this!"
"Oh, but I can," Mapi said, clearly enjoying herself. "Youâve been keeping secrets, YN. I thought you were the âgood girlâ of the team."
YN sighed, her face now completely red. She really didnât need Mapi digging into her right now, especially not with Aggie still in the bed. She gave Mapi an exaggerated look of frustration.
"Mapi, I swear to God, if you donât get out, Iâllâ"
But before YN could finish her threat, Mapi took one last look at the bed, raised an eyebrow, and walked out of the room, throwing a playful parting shot.
"Ingrid! Ingrid!" Mapiâs voice echoed down the hallway. "YN has a girl in her bed!"
YNâs eyes widened, and she sprinted toward the door, ready to shut it before Mapi could cause even more chaos. But of course, it was too late.
"Ingrid, you heard that right?" Mapi continued, her voice getting louder as she made her way down the hall. "YN's been hiding a girlfriend! Oh my God, this is so juicy! We have to talk about this later!"
By now, the entire Barcelona team had likely heard Mapiâs shouting, and YN could only imagine the teasing that was about to ensue. She quickly closed the door with an exaggerated sigh, locking it behind her.
Mapiâs voice rang out once more, this time in a playful shout from the hallway. "Iâll let everyone know what I sawâdonât worry, YN, Iâll make sure the whole team hears about your secret romance!"
YN groaned and walked back to the bed, where Aggie was still sleeping peacefully, completely oblivious to the storm that had just erupted outside the room. YN sat down on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face in embarrassment.
"Great," she muttered. "Now the whole teamâs going to know."
Aggie stirred in the bed, blinking her eyes open. She stretched and yawned, and when she finally saw YNâs flushed face, she raised an eyebrow.
"Everything okay?" Aggie asked, clearly still groggy from sleep.
"Well, Mapi just told the entire team that Iâve got a girl in my bed," YN replied, her voice filled with mock frustration.
Aggieâs lips curled into a grin. "Wait, what? Thatâs hilarious. You know, I think your teamâs going to have a lot of questions for you now."
YN gave her a look, but then her face softened, and she leaned in to kiss Aggie on the forehead. "I donât care what they think. But maybe we should get out of here before Mapi comes back with more gossip."
Aggie chuckled, then pulled YN closer. "Yeah, letâs do that. But after everything, Iâm still glad weâre doing this."
YN smiled, her heart fluttering. "Me too."
As they got ready to leave the room, YN couldnât help but feel a little grateful for Mapiâs teasing, even if it had been embarrassing. It had made the situation feel real, like everything between her and Aggie was no longer a secret.
And as they walked out of the hotel room, YN knew that whatever happened next, the Barcelona teamâand probably the rest of the football worldâwas about to find out that YN wasnât just a competitor on the pitch, but a woman in love.
YN stood at the entrance of the hotel, her team already gathered and ready to leave. The energy was mixedâsome were excited for the upcoming games, others were already chatting about the next training session. YN, however, was distracted, her mind not entirely on the trip back to Barcelona. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Aggie.
She glanced over her shoulder and saw Aggie standing at the door, her hands shoved into the pockets of her jacket. The sight made YNâs heart skip a beat. The whole situation felt surrealâless than a day ago, theyâd been enemies, and now here they were, barely able to keep their hands off each other.
"YN," Mapiâs voice cut through the air, and YN turned to see her friend grinning widely, clearly ready to tease her more. "The teamâs waiting."
"Yeah, I know," YN said, trying to keep the smile off her face. She took one more look at Aggie, who was still standing there, watching her with those soft, knowing eyes.
Just as YN turned to walk toward the bus, she felt a sudden hand on her arm, pulling her back.
"YN!" Aggie called out softly, her voice making YNâs stomach flip.
She stopped, turning slowly, only to find Aggie right in front of her. The world around them seemed to fade into the background as Aggie cupped YNâs face with both hands.
"I just wanted to say goodbye properly," Aggie said quietly, her eyes filled with a mixture of affection and something deeper, something more real than the rivalry theyâd once shared.
Before YN could respond, Aggie leaned in, capturing her lips in a kiss. It was slow, tender, and completely unbothered by the chaos happening around them. In that moment, nothing mattered but the two of them.
The kiss was soft, but it lingered, both of them savoring the moment before they had to part ways. YNâs heart raced, her hands finding their way to Aggieâs waist, pulling her closer. She felt the warmth of Aggieâs body against hers, the passion and sincerity of the kiss making her forget the world around them.
But as they finally pulled away, reality hit. The Barcelona team, who had been watching from the windows of the bus, erupted into loud, exaggerated whistles and cheers.
"Oh my God!" Ingrid shouted from inside the bus. "YNâs got herself a girlfriend!"
Mapi, standing nearby, grinned wickedly. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun to tease you about."
YN rolled her eyes but couldnât suppress the grin that tugged at her lips. She glanced back at Aggie, who was now smirking, clearly enjoying the teasing from her side as much as YN was on hers.
"Well," Aggie said with a playful wink, "I guess this is it for now."
YN nodded, still grinning. "Iâll see you soon."
With one last lingering kiss on the cheek, Aggie stepped back, giving YN the space to climb onto the bus. As she did, the entire team inside greeted her with exaggerated gasps, winks, and even a few catcalls. The teasing was relentless, but YN didnât mind one bit. She knew exactly what she wanted, and this moment felt like the beginning of something new.
As the bus doors closed, YN settled into her seat, her heart still racing. She caught sight of Mapi across the aisle, who shot her a knowing look.
"So, is that your girlfriend now?" Mapi asked with a smirk.
"Yes," YN answered confidently, not bothering to hide the smile on her face. "And Iâm proud of it."
The team around her erupted into laughter and more teasing, but YN didnât care. She was no longer the girl caught up in a rivalryâshe was someone who had found something real, something worth fighting for.
As the bus pulled away from the hotel, heading toward the airport, YN looked out the window at Aggie one last time. Their eyes met, and Aggie gave her a little wave. YN smiled back, feeling a sense of peace she hadnât expected to find.
This was just the beginning.
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