âPlease, please, please come tonight.â Sumin pleads, getting down on her knees at YNâs feet. âItâs an open bar for girls on the netball team.â
âWow, sounds like the netball girls are gonna have a good night.â She rolls her eyes, grabbing Sumin by the arm to try and pull her off the ground.
To no avail.
She huffs, shaking her arm free of YNâs hold. âYes, and Iâm a netball girl so it sounds like my friends are gonna have a good night too.â
âYouâll be the only person I know there.â
âFalse, you know Isa, youâre friends with Isa.â
And while Isa is a (genuinely) sweet girl, to say she and YN are friends seems like a stretch. All things consi-âBesides having the same taste in guys, Iâm not sure what you have to talk with her about.â Jake (very unhelpfully) offers.
At this, Sumin jumps to her feet. âSpeak of the Devil, Heeseungâll be there too! There, now you have three friends at the mixer.â
YN hates the frown that forms on her face at the mention of his name. Heeseung didnât tell her he was going. âHeeseung didnât tell me he was going.â
âWell, thatâs because Isa hasnât actually asked him yet, but he wonât say no when he finds out his best friend in the whole worldâs gonna be there!â
âDo you mean Jay or YN?â Jake asks, and itâs a good question because she hadnât even considered that Sumin might have been referring to P*rk J*ngseong.
âPark Jongseongâs gonna be there and you thought that would be a selling point for me?â YN scrunches up her nose as she says his name.
âItâs literally a party for the girls netball team, of course Park Jongseongâs gonna be there.â Sumin scoffs. âAnd would you just call him Jay already? Youâre being obnoxious.â
And itâs not as if she doesnât know sheâs being obnoxious but itâs been years now, so at this point itâs merely a matter of principle.
With a roll of her eyes, Sumin begins her (usual) rant about how: by not calling him Jay youâre on-She stops short when YNâs phone goes off in her back pocket. âThatâs him isnât it? I recognise the text tone.â
Recognise the text tone, what are you talking about? YN mumbles.
âEvery time your phone goes off like that you groan when you check it.â
âYou change your text tones?â Jake asks, a wide grin spreading on his face. âWhatâs mine? Wait, don't tell me-â He digs in his pockets looking for his phone. â-Iâll text you right now.â
Thereâs a part of YN thatâs not entirely sure sheâll be able to handle the disappo- âOh.â The smile falls from his face at the sound of the default text tone.
âHis is the only one I changed.â
Sumin hums at this, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting a suspicious glance in YNâs direction. âSounds romantic.â She concludes.
YN decides to ignore her in the hopes that this new train of thought might distract her from the netball mixer later on. Pulling her phone from her pocket she (and Sumin - who peers from over her shoulder) sees that Sumin was right (not that they had any doubts).
Park Jongseong: i got a 95 wbu loser?
A 95 is a little higher than what makes her comfortable, and she feels her heart rate pick up a little as she logs onto the student portal to check what grade she got.
A sigh of relief.
YN: sry to hear abt the low grade jongseongie :((((
YN: i got a 97
Park Jongseong: enjoy ur victory while it lasts.
âAww.â Sumin starts - collapsing onto the couch to curl up next to Jake. âAnother day of Jay and YN pretending to hate each other.â
âItâs not pretend.â YN huffs, putting her phone back in her pocket.
âConsider tonight a congrats party.â Jake starts. âWooo! Go, YN! You scored higher than Ja-â Heâs cut off by a swift nudge to the stomach from Sumin. âHigher than Jongseong.â He groans, keeling over.
Despite her reluctance, attending Suminâs netball mixer isnât a mistake and theyâve been passing her team jacket back and forth between the two of them to get as many free drinks as they can.
Which, to their credit, is working very well.
And a somewhat familiar 808 beat rattles through tinny speakers in the student union as YN tries to spot where sheâd left Sumin with some members of the team, doing her best not to spill any of the three drinks sheâs holding.
In all of the 7 (sheâs counting) steps sheâs taken so far she hasnât spil-âHey, lose- what is this?â Jongseong greets, cutting himself off at the sight of YN in the team jacket, holding onto its sleeve and craning his neck to read the back of it. âI never pegged you as a baller, maybe youâre more my type than I thought.â
YN scoffs. âDonât insult me, Park.â And it takes everything in her not to react to the way some of her drink spills on her leg when she nudges out of his hold - though heâs quick to let go, holding both of his hands up in surrender.
He blows some hair from his forehead. âIs this a bad time to tell you I think itâs hot when you say my surname like that?â And it takes every ounce of willpower YN possesses not to slap the smirk from his stupid face when he speaks.
âFuck you.â
His stupid smirk stays for a moment before he pulls air through his teeth, tilting his head at her. "I'm guessing it was a bad time?"
"How do you have the top grade in any class?" The irritation is evident in her voice as she speaks, pushing onto her tiptoes trying (and failing) to see over his shoulders.
Jongseong âthinksâ about it for a moment, giving a thoughtful hum as he clutches his chin between his pointer finger and thumb. "Hard work and determination." He answers, moving to lead the way, facing her as he walks backwards.
She snorts at this. "I don't believe that you've done any hard work in your life."
The smirk returns and he lifts the hem of his shirt up a bit, the tiniest peek of his toned stomach staring her dead in the eye. "Well, I can show you hard work if you want."
"You are disgusting."
He stops walking and itâs so abrupt that YN almost spills (more of) the drinks. Jongseongâs hand is big on her cheek when he holds it. And this definitely is might be the most repulsive interaction theyâve ever had.
âI could tea-âAnd thankfully before he can finish his sentence, someone calls out his name. His hand stays on YNâs face when he looks over his shoulder, head nodding at whoever shouted for him - greeting them with an On the way, bro.
Thereâs a smile on his face when he looks back at her and with two soft pats to her cheek and the words: Later, loser, Park Jongseong is gone.
And somehow heâs taken one of her drinks with him.
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