“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
yoona directs a dull, utterly unimpressed look towards the girl in front of her.
“really, sooyeon? really? i’ve known you for six years, you asshat. you can’t just keep doing this to me because i slipped up one time, four years ago. let’s be like elsa and let it the fuck go already.”
seriously. she reiterated the line every single time they met up– if there was one thing she’d come to understand about jung sooyeon, it was that the girl held one hell of a grudge. so what if she’d approached yoona one day when they had scheduled to meet up, and instead of greeting her with a hello, yoona had slipped up and asked who in the world she was instead.
the dark-haired girl turns a slightly manic gaze at her petite companion. her hands grasp the other girl’s shoulders, shaking her lightly. “you’d just gotten your awful bangs, for god’s sake! you looked totally different! give me a break already, spare me oh merciful one!”