It’s like a game they play. Sometimes a thrilling game, sometimes just a playful, fooling around. Jiseul gets the idea that Jisu likes playing games more than she likes playing the actual game--soccer. From dainty and light fingers that trail up her thigh during stretches to knocking into her when stealing the ball, the other girl’s touch and blatant disregard for her personal space lights up alarms in Jiseul’s head every time.
If there’s one other thing besides science experiments that she finds more interesting, it’s soccer. And Jiseul doesn’t take soccer lightly. So every time her vice captain’s lip curls into a smug grin, she takes notice. A captain cannot afford to be distracted, especially when she has to train these first years to dominate the game well enough so Jiseul can graduate. But each sly grace of her skin, the brushing by the back of her hand, a loose arm that hangs on her shoulders, it all accumulates. The fire burns hotter, eating up oxygen inside her and Jiseul is clenching her fists, gritting her teeth as the last second ticks down.
There’s a happy twinkle in Jisu’s eyes when the vc meets her gaze. It has Jiseul gritting her teeth and flinging her shirt into the back of the locker in a mess. The girls in the locker room chat about the day’s trivial happenings at Sunhwa, but it’s noise that buzzes in the background under the angry rushing of her heartbeat in her ears.
Jiseul wants to kiss bruises into her pretty little pink lips.
The rest of the girls slowly make their goodbye greetings as they file out, but Jiseul characteristically, thank god, doesn’t bother to reply. When the last girl leaves and the two of them are left, there’s a moment of dead silence that hangs in the air. Jiseul stalks in light, fast strides with half her uniform on. Why bother considering what will go down in the next few seconds.
The third year roughly pushes the other’s shoulder. Her mouth forms a snarl, stepping in between her vice captain’s legs. “Are you trying to fuck me or fight me, Yang Jisu?” She holds the other girl in a firm grip, nails digging into the vc’s hip, fingers molding themselves into her shoulder. Jiseul meets her eyes with an intense stare.
The younger likes pouring oil onto the fire, and it has Jiseul just about burning everywhere.
