pairing — soccer!kim juhoon(cortis) × figure skater!jung hayun(oc)
genre — established relationship, high school sweethearts, angst with comfort, miscommunication, soft domestic intimacy, growing pains, coming-of-age, competitive sports au, long distance tension, jealous but not toxic, mutual devotion, acts-of-service love language, emotional realism
themes — academic & athletic pressure, public life vs private love, insecurity, fear of growing apart, quiet love vs loud love, almost-breakup, reconciliation, choosing each other repeatedly, first love that refuses to end.
content warnings — miscommunication, jealousy (non-cheating), emotional burnout, minor injury (ankle strain), fever from exhaustion, family health scare (grandmother hospitalization), public scrutiny/media attention, temporary breakup, crying (a lot), emotional vulnerability, insecurity in young love
no toxic manipulation / no cheating / no physical abuse
rating — PG-13, romantic tension, kissing, soft physical intimacy, suggestive undertones (but nothing explicit)
The first time Jung Hayun showed up to a soccer match wearing Kim Juhoon’s jersey, half the school lost their minds.
She didn’t wear it low-key over her uniform jacket or anything discreet like that. No. She wore it properly — sleeves slightly too long, collar loose at the neck, number 11 stretched across her back. His number.
The entire field paused for half a second.
Juhoon did not look at her.
He adjusted his shin guards instead.
From the bleachers, Mina grabbed Hayun’s arm. “You cannot yell like that every time he touches the ball.”
“I can and I will,” Hayun said, completely serious.
Younghee sighed beside them, already holding Hayun’s water bottle because Hayun always forgot to.
Across the field, James snorted. “She’s insane.”
Martin followed Juhoon’s line of sight. Or lack of it. “He heard her.”
“Obviously he heard her,” Seonghyeon said. “The entire district heard her.”
Juhoon did not react. Not when the whistle blew. Not when Hayun screamed again after he stole the ball cleanly from the opposing striker.
He scored ten minutes later.
He jogged back to position, face neutral, breathing steady.
But when he ran past the bleachers, just slightly closer than necessary, Hayun leaned over the railing.
“That was so sexy!” she yelled.
The opposing team’s goalkeeper choked on air.
James collapsed onto the grass laughing.
Inside, however, was a completely different situation.
He could feel the heat in his ears. He hated that she did that. He hated that she made his chest feel too tight during games. He hated that she wore his jersey like it belonged to her.
(It did. He just wouldn’t say that.)
After the game, he walked toward the bench like nothing had happened.
Hayun jumped down two steps at a time and nearly slipped because she forgot she was still in her school loafers.
He caught her elbow automatically.
“You saw that goal though, right?” she grinned.
“You scream like that again and I’m transferring schools.”
She gasped. “You love it.”
He loved that she showed up. He loved that she knew nothing about soccer formations but argued with referees anyway. He loved that she clapped too hard and embarrassed him. He loved that she looked at him like he hung the sky.
He just didn’t know how to express that without combusting.
So instead he said, “You’re sweating on my jersey.”
James walked past them and muttered, “Disgusting.”
Seonghyeon threw an arm around Juhoon’s shoulders. “He scored because you screamed. Pavlov’s boyfriend.”
“I will shove you,” Juhoon said calmly.
Hayun beamed like she’d just won a national medal.
Later that night, the group chats were alive.
James
bro she yelled “that was so sexy” IN PUBLIC
Seonghyeon
i’m traumatized
Keonho
clip is already on someone’s story btw
Martin
control your girlfriend
James
oh so you admit ownership
Seonghyeon
but you love her
Younghee
you’re lucky he’s obsessed with you
Hayun
he is not obsessed with me 😭
Diana
you wear his jersey and he lets you
Younghee
he carries your skates
Hayun
that’s because he’s tall
Mina
he skipped team dinner once because you had late practice
Hayun
he said he had homework
Hayun stared at her phone longer than she’d admit.
He barely texted her first.
He replied in one-word sentences.
He didn’t send goodnight paragraphs.
He didn’t even use emojis.
yunnie💗
just got back. ankle hurts a little
Three dots appeared immediately.
Hayun rolled onto her stomach, kicking her legs in the air.
yunnie💗
you care about me so much
jju🧸
you’re dramatic. sleep
yunnie💗
say goodnight properly
yunnie💗
you’re so annoying
He put his phone down after that.
As if she couldn’t undo him with a single grin.
He thought about how she almost slipped earlier. How her ankle was taped thicker today. How she didn’t mention it until now.
He opened her contact again.
Considered texting:
Does it hurt a lot?
Because he didn’t want to sound worried.
Except when she was loud in the stands.
Except when she leaned against him after long practices.
Except when she absentmindedly intertwined their fingers in the hallway.
Except when she laughed and forgot the rest of the world existed.
And he was absolutely in love.
The next week, Hayun showed up at practice with hot chocolate for the entire team.
“Why are you like this?” James asked.
“Public relations,” she said confidently.
“You’re not even on the team.”
“I’m dating the star striker.”
Juhoon nearly inhaled wrong.
Seonghyeon leaned over. “You know she’s proud of you, right?”
Juhoon muttered, “She doesn’t have to announce it.”
Even if he pretended not to.
Even if the whole school was confused how the quiet boy and the shining skater fit together.
They didn’t see the way he walked her to her car every morning.
They didn’t see the way she sat quietly beside him when he studied.
They didn’t see how he memorized her competition dates.
They didn’t see how she knew exactly when he needed silence instead of conversation.
They didn’t see alignment.
It felt like they had time.
The first time someone from Haneul International Preparatory Academy saw Kim Juhoon carrying Jung Hayun’s skates, they thought it was a rumor.
It was 6:12 a.m., the sky still pale and quiet, when Juhoon stepped out of his father’s car in his soccer hoodie and found Hayun already sitting on the low stone wall outside the school gates, tying her hair up into a messy bun.
Her skating bag was on the ground beside her.
She looked up when she saw him and smiled like mornings didn’t hurt.
He didn’t argue. He never won those.
Instead, he bent down, picked up her bag without asking, and slung it over his shoulder.
It was heavy. Figure skates always were. The blades were freshly sharpened; he could tell by the careful way she’d wrapped them.
“You didn’t have to come,” she said softly as they started walking toward the parking lot where Younghee was waiting with Hayun’s driver to drive her to Artemis Ice Conservatory.
He walked her to the car every morning he didn’t have early drills. Sometimes he didn’t even say much. He’d just stand there while she adjusted her tights under her skirt, or complained about how her coach was going to “destroy her jumps” that day.
She talked enough for both of them.
“You’re staring,” she teased, nudging his shoulder.
He looked away, jaw tightening slightly. “You’re going to be late.”
Younghee rolled down the car window. “Juhoon, if you make her flustered before practice again, I’m revoking boyfriend privileges.”
He blinked once. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You exist,” Younghee said flatly.
Hayun laughed, leaning forward to kiss his cheek quickly before sliding into the passenger seat. “Text me when you get to school.”
As the car pulled away, he stood there for a few seconds longer than necessary.
He didn’t realize he was smiling until James clapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Disgusting,” James said.
Juhoon dropped his expression instantly. “Shut up.”
At school, their friend groups blended the way they always did — naturally, like it had been decided years ago by their parents’ shared dinners and charity galas.
In the courtyard during lunch, Mina was mid-story about dance club drama, Diana was editing footage on her tablet, and Keonho was half-listening while scrolling through something suspiciously entertaining.
Hayun leaned back against Juhoon’s knee where he sat on the low ledge behind her.
She didn’t even look at him before reaching up and grabbing his hand.
He froze for a split second.
Then let her intertwine their fingers.
He didn’t initiate affection much. But he never pulled away.
“Are you coming to the showcase Friday?” Mina asked him.
He glanced down at Hayun. She was already looking at him.
She grinned like he’d just handed her the moon.
Internally, Juhoon adjusted his entire weekly training schedule to make sure he could.
Outwardly, he just said, “What time?”
Seonghyeon leaned toward Martin. “He’d reschedule surgery for her.”
“I would not,” Juhoon said calmly.
James snorted. “You absolutely would.”
Hayun squeezed his hand. “You guys are so dramatic.”
Juhoon’s thumb brushed over her knuckles unconsciously.
He was just quietly rearranging his entire life around her.
The group chat that night was chaos.
James
juhoon skipped conditioning to walk her to her car AGAIN
Martin
we have regionals soon
Seonghyeon
love makes people weak
Keonho
he looks happier though
James
he always looks the same
Juhoon
practice tomorrow 7am
James
don’t change subject
Mina
he literally just sits there and stares at you
Diana
it’s not staring. it’s longing.
Hayun
you guys are insane
Younghee
did he ice your ankle?
Hayun
he brought me an ice pack without saying anything
Diana
that’s husband behavior
Younghee
he notices everything. you’re lucky.
Hayun went quiet after that.
Because sometimes she wondered if she was lucky.
Or if she was missing something.
He didn’t text paragraphs. He didn’t flood her phone. Sometimes he’d leave her on read for hours because he was at practice and she’d convince herself he just forgot.
But then he’d show up at Artemis with hot tea.
Or adjust the laces on her skates silently.
Or sit in the freezing rink stands with his hood up, watching every jump like it was a final match.
One evening, she stumbled slightly during a landing. Not enough for anyone else to panic. But enough.
Juhoon stood up instantly from the bleachers.
But he didn’t sit back down.
After practice, she came off the ice pretending nothing happened.
“You saw that,” she said quietly.
He knelt in front of her without responding and began untying her skates.
The rink was nearly empty.
His hands were steady but careful, fingers brushing over the stiff leather. He checked her ankle gently, thumb pressing just slightly against the tape.
She watched him instead of answering.
He wasn’t loud. He wasn’t poetic. He wasn’t the type to say, I’m scared when you fall.
But his jaw tightened every time she landed wrong.
His grip lingered every time she wobbled.
His silence wasn’t absence.
She reached forward and tugged his sleeve. “You’re thinking too much.”
“You could’ve fallen harder.”
He stood up slowly. “You still could.”
She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist. “You worry too much.”
He stiffened briefly before resting his chin lightly against the top of her head.
Friday night at the dance showcase, Juhoon stood in the back of the auditorium, arms crossed.
Then Diana’s media presentation played.
And when Hayun stepped onto the stage for her special collaboration performance, the entire room shifted.
She was on polished wood.
But she moved the same way — controlled, powerful, precise.
James leaned over. “You’re gone.”
There was pride in his voice that he didn’t even try to hide.
Afterward, when everyone flooded the stage, he didn’t push forward.
She found him first anyway.
She laughed, breathless, cheeks flushed. “Did you like it?”
He looked at her like he couldn’t quite process that she was asking.
Then, quietly: “You were the best one there.”
He didn’t give compliments often.
But when he did, they felt earned.
That night, alone in his room, he scrolled through a video Diana had posted from the showcase.
Hayun spinning under warm lights.
He replayed it three times.
He was composed in public.
And somewhere, beneath the humor, beneath the teasing, beneath the easy way their friends blended and laughed and forced them to talk—
Something small and fragile existed.
They had one year left before everything changed.
And neither of them understood yet
how little time actually felt like
when you were already in love.
Juhoon wasn’t active on social media.
His Instagram was a graveyard of three soccer photos, one blurry sunset, and a reposted team announcement from last year. He didn’t post stories. He didn’t like posts publicly. Half the school wasn’t even sure he remembered his password.
So when, six months ago, a story notification popped up from @kimjuhoon at 10:47 p.m., people genuinely thought it was a glitch.
Grainy. Slightly dark. Taken in the school hallway after evening practice.
Hayun was mid-laugh, head tilted back, hair slightly messy from rink humidity. He was standing beside her, not even looking at the camera — just looking at her.
His phone buzzed so violently he thought it was broken.
Seonghyeon
bro you don’t even post when we win tournaments
Keonho
this is bigger than regionals
Martin
did she ask you to
James
HE DID IT WILLINGLY
Seonghyeon
he’s gone. we lost him.
He stared at the story instead.
He hadn’t meant to post it.
He’d taken the photo because she’d been laughing at something stupid he’d said — something about how her skate guards looked like tiny shoes — and she’d shoved him lightly, cheeks pink.
He didn’t have a word for it.
Because he wanted people to know.
Because for once, he didn’t want to be quiet about her.
Younghee
kim juhoon posted you first.
Her heart dropped into her stomach.
Her phone buzzed privately.
jju🧸
sorry if that was too much
She stared at the message.
Three dots appeared instantly.
She laughed into her pillow.
He didn’t understand how big that was.
That part was undeniable.
It had started sophomore year.
She’d transferred into Haneul from a different preparatory program to balance Artemis training better. Everyone knew about the figure skater transferring in. There were whispers for days.
Not until she’d walked into homeroom late, apologizing softly, hair still damp from morning practice.
She’d taken the empty seat beside him.
“Hi,” she’d whispered, offering a small smile.
But during lunch, she’d gotten lost trying to find the cafeteria, and he’d ended up walking her there because she refused to ask anyone else.
“You’re quiet,” she’d said halfway down the hallway.
“You’re loud,” he’d replied without thinking.
And something in his chest had shifted.
He hadn’t told anyone for weeks.
He’d just started noticing things.
The way she tapped her fingers when she was anxious.
The way she tied her hair twice before competitions.
The way she’d fall asleep in the library over textbooks.
The way she pretended she wasn’t exhausted.
“You blink slower when you lie.”
Seonghyeon gasped like it was breaking news.
Keonho just nodded. “I knew it.”
Juhoon rubbed his face. “Don’t say anything.”
James leaned back in his chair. “So what’s the plan?”
Martin shook his head. “You’re hopeless.”
And that was how it began.
James started casually inviting Younghee and Diana to group lunches. Martin volunteered CORTIS to help with a school fundraiser the skating club was involved in. Suddenly, Juhoon was in proximity to Hayun more often than coincidence allowed.
He didn’t try pickup lines.
He carried her bag when it looked too heavy.
He walked her to the nurse when she twisted her wrist slightly.
He stayed after school once because she mentioned she didn’t like walking to the parking lot alone when it got dark early.
“Why are you doing this?” she’d asked one evening, watching him wait outside the rink.
She’d stepped closer. “Do you like me?”
He’d stopped breathing for a second.
“If that’s a problem, I can stop.”
“Stop?” she’d repeated, horrified.
He looked down slightly. “Making it obvious.”
Her heart had done something strange.
“Don’t stop,” she’d said softly.
And that had been the first time he’d smiled at her fully.
He didn’t ask her out with flowers.
He didn’t make a public scene.
It happened on the soccer field after hours.
The grass still warm from the day, the sky dimming into pink.
She’d been sitting on the bleachers watching him practice alone.
When he finished, sweaty and breathless, she’d hopped down.
“You’re avoiding the question,” she’d said.
He’d looked at her for a long moment.
Then, quietly: “I want you to be my girlfriend.”
Her brain had short-circuited.
“I like you,” he’d said, as if it was obvious. “A lot.”
He didn’t look desperate.
“I don’t know how to do big confessions,” he added, almost awkwardly. “But I want to be with you. If you want that too.”
Her chest had filled so fast she thought she’d cry.
“Yes,” she’d said immediately. “Obviously yes.”
“You’ve been carrying my skates for three months.”
Just two teenagers on a quiet field, choosing each other.
Back in the present, Juhoon scrolled through the DMs flooding his phone.
Random classmates
BRO FINALLY
Team juniors
Hyung soft launch crazy
James
i raised you better than this
Younghee (unexpectedly):
take care of her.
He stared at that one longer.
Across town, Hayun was lying on her bed, staring at the story again.
Quiet, reserved, composed Juhoon.
And she realized something slowly.
He might not text paragraphs.
He might not flood her phone.
He might act unbothered in public.
But he loved loudly in the ways that mattered.
He just didn’t need an audience.
That was enough to make anyone fall in love with them.
Six months later, nothing about them felt new anymore.
And that was the beautiful part.
Juhoon still sat in the same corner of Artemis Ice Conservatory’s bleachers, hood up, arms folded, looking like he was just there because he had nowhere else to be. Parents sometimes mistook him for someone’s older brother. Coaches barely registered him.
But Hayun always knew exactly where he was.
The rink lights reflected against the ice in pale gold streaks as she practiced her triple combinations. The sound of blades carving through the surface echoed clean and sharp. Juhoon’s eyes tracked every landing.
He didn’t clap when she executed them well.
He didn’t react loudly when she stumbled.
But when she fell hard — once, unexpectedly — he stood up before anyone else moved.
She popped back up quickly, forcing a grin at her coach.
Juhoon didn’t sit back down for the rest of the run-through.
After practice, she skated toward the exit where he waited.
“You look like you’re about to fight the ice,” she teased, breath fogging in the cold air.
She rolled her eyes but handed him her guards anyway. He crouched without a word, sliding them carefully over her blades before helping her step off the rink.
“You’re staring again,” she said.
“You almost under-rotated.”
“You’re not even a skater.”
She laughed, nudging him lightly with her shoulder.
But lately, something had shifted.
Soccer season was intensifying.
Regionals were approaching for both of them.
His practices stretched later into the evening. Extra conditioning. Mandatory team strategy meetings. Recovery sessions. Sometimes when she finished at the rink and glanced toward the bleachers, the seat he usually occupied was empty.
The first time that happened, she told herself he was just busy.
The third time, she stopped checking.
He just didn’t know how to fix it.
One Friday, instead of practice, they went to the aquarium after school.
It was James’ idea, technically. “Do something normal,” he’d told Juhoon bluntly. “You both look like overworked CEOs.”
So Juhoon picked her up without telling her where they were going.
“You’re kidnapping me,” she said, buckling her seatbelt.
They ended up standing in front of a massive glass tank, blue light washing over them as stingrays drifted past.
She pressed her palm against the glass.
“They look so calm,” she whispered.
He looked at her instead.
She turned, frowning slightly. “What does that mean?”
“You fell twice this week.”
She sighed, leaning her head lightly against his shoulder.
“You’ve missed three of my practices.”
The words weren’t accusatory.
Silence settled between them, heavy but not explosive.
Under the blue glow of the tank, she slipped her hand into his. He squeezed back automatically.
He wasn’t good with reassurance.
He wasn’t good with saying I’m trying.
So instead he rested his forehead lightly against hers.
For the moment, it was enough.
At the end of that month, Juhoon did something again that shocked everyone.
A blurry sunset from the field.
A plate of food from a team dinner.
A candid shot of James mid-laugh.
A mirror selfie with the team in the locker room.
Hayun sitting on the aquarium floor, blue light reflecting in her glasses.
Hayun asleep in the passenger seat, head tilted toward him.
Hayun lacing up her skates.
Hayun laughing at something off-camera.
And one photo of her walking ahead of him, holding his hoodie sleeve absentmindedly.
James
five out of nineteen is crazy
Seonghyeon
you’re down catastrophic
Martin
you’ve never posted that many pictures in your life
Keonho
she’s in almost a third of them.
Mina
WHITE HEART?????????
Hayun stared at the post for longer than she’d admit.
yunnie💗
you didn’t have to post that many of me
She watched the typing bubble appear.
But sometimes she wanted more.
More reassurance when he couldn’t show up.
The next week, her coach called her aside after practice.
“Hayun, the federation is pushing you for regionals. They want you competing at the national level this season.”
And sank at the same time.
When she told Juhoon later that night, he was quiet.
“That’s good,” he said finally.
“I have regionals too,” he added.
She forced a small smile. “Competing couple era.”
But when she went to bed, staring at the ceiling, something uneasy curled in her chest.
They were both moving forward.
And suddenly, the time they once had so easily—
Sometimes she wished he would just say it.
And sometimes he wished she could see it without needing to ask.
And neither of them realized yet
how dangerous that gap could become.
Not dramatic. Not explosive.
Soccer practices stretched longer into dusk. Coach wanted sharper transitions, tighter formations, more conditioning. Juhoon’s calves ached constantly, and he started icing his knees at night without mentioning it.
At the rink, Hayun’s coach began running her programs twice back-to-back. “Nationals aren’t forgiving,” he reminded her. “You don’t get tired on clean ice.”
She just stopped checking the bleachers.
The jealousy didn’t begin as a fight.
It began as a hallway moment.
Hayun was cutting through the art wing to meet Diana when she saw Juhoon standing by the lockers near the painting studio. His bag was slung over one shoulder, hair slightly damp from practice.
Across from him stood Yerin.
Soft-spoken, pretty, the kind of girl who once openly admitted—before Hayun and Juhoon were even anything—that she thought Juhoon was “interesting.”
Yerin was holding a sketchbook.
He was just listening, nodding occasionally.
Diana bumped into her from behind. “Why did you freeze—oh.”
Yerin turned the sketchbook toward him, pointing at something. Juhoon leaned slightly closer to see.
Hayun’s stomach tightened.
Not because he was touching her.
Not because he looked happy.
But because he looked calm.
Like this was just another conversation.
Like it didn’t mean anything.
But Hayun had been sitting alone at lunch twice this week because he had “extra drills.”
Her fingers curled slightly around her phone.
Diana glanced sideways at her. “You’re overthinking.”
Juhoon laughed at something Yerin said.
Hayun’s chest went strangely hollow.
She just turned and walked the other way.
At practice, she was quieter. She didn’t yell from the stands. She didn’t wave obnoxiously when he scored.
After the game, she didn’t run down the bleachers.
When he walked over, he noticed immediately.
He frowned slightly. “What does that mean.”
Silence stretched between them.
“Are you mad,” he asked finally.
“You seemed busy earlier.”
He blinked. “Earlier when.”
His expression changed—not defensive, just confused.
“She needed help carrying canvases.”
Hayun folded her arms. “For twenty minutes?”
“She was showing me something.”
“She knows I’m dating you.”
“That doesn’t stop people.”
Not because he was guilty.
Because he hadn’t even thought about it like that.
“I wasn’t doing anything,” he said calmly.
“But you’re acting like I did.”
She hated that he said it so evenly.
“I just thought,” she started, then stopped.
“That you don’t have time for my practices but you have time to stand around with her.”
He stepped closer. “I would never.”
They stood there awkwardly, tension low but present.
And because neither of them knew how to dig deeper—
yunnie💗
are you still at practice
She had fallen during run-through again.
Her coach had been harsher.
She’d wanted to hear his voice.
Instead she stared at the ceiling of her room and convinced herself she was dramatic.
Across town, Juhoon was staring at his phone under the locker room lights, sweat cooling on his skin.
He didn’t want to sound paranoid.
Didn’t want to sound like he was overreacting.
So he put his phone down.
James
why is hayun not yelling anymore
Seonghyeon
it’s unsettling
James
then why do you look like that
James
like someone took your charger
Martin
you say that every time before you’re not.
Hayun
there was nothing to apologize for
Hayun
i just—
…he’s busy.
Hayun stared at that message for a long time.
She didn’t want to compete with soccer.
She didn’t want to compete with anyone.
She just wanted him to look at her the way he used to in the rink bleachers.
A week later, she called him after practice.
Fifteen minutes later, her phone buzzed.
jju🧸
sorry. film session. phone was in locker.
She stared at the message.
He rubbed his face in frustration.
He hated texting serious things.
He hated that tone didn’t translate.
He called back immediately.
She answered on the third ring.
She didn’t know how to say I just miss you without sounding needy.
“Nothing important,” she said lightly.
He wanted to say I feel like I’m drowning in expectations and I don’t know how to balance this and I’m scared I’ll fail you.
Instead he said, “We’re both busy right now.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Martin intervened two days later.
He cornered Juhoon in the cafeteria.
Juhoon leaned back in his chair. “We just have regionals.”
“You don’t talk,” Martin said bluntly. “You think she’ll understand because you care. But she’s not inside your head.”
“She’s asking for reassurance. Not perfection.”
Martin leaned forward slightly. “But you’re shutting down when you’re overwhelmed. And she’s interpreting that as distance.”
Across campus, Younghee was having a similar conversation.
“You can’t test him silently,” she told Hayun. “If you’re jealous, say it. If you’re hurt, say it.”
Hayun crossed her arms. “He should know.”
“I just don’t want to be the only one trying.”
Younghee softened. “You’re not.”
“Have you seen the way he looks at you,” Younghee continued. “He’s terrified of messing this up.”
The tension didn’t explode.
In almost-confessions that never formed.
And neither of them wanted to be the first to admit it.
He missed the first rehearsal.
That was the part that hurt.
Her first full run-through for regionals.
Ever since they started dating, Juhoon had attended every rehearsal that Artemis allowed spectators for. He’d sat in the same spot, hoodie up, hands folded, eyes locked on her like she was the only thing that existed on ice.
Even when he had conditioning.
So when Hayun glanced at the bleachers that evening and found his usual seat empty—
She told herself he was just late.
She skated the first run.
By the third, her chest was tight for reasons that had nothing to do with breathing control.
After rehearsal, she checked her phone.
jju🧸
sorry. meeting ran long
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard.
yunnie💗
it was the first rehearsal
She stared at the screen.
That sentence felt sharp.
Juhoon read it immediately.
Because what was he supposed to say?
Sorry I stayed because coach pulled me aside and said if I skip one more strategy session I’m off starting lineup?
Sorry I’m scared of disappointing my team?
Sorry I don’t know how to be everything at once?
He thought about calling.
But he knew his voice would sound tired.
And he didn’t want her to hear that.
author's note — hi guys! hehe sorry for not updating for a whie, i have been super busy and i just got done with my finals and i think i answered my physics paper really bad but yeah it's in the past! i swear im updating martin's fanfic too, im already done with that and i just need to edit a few things! im super excited to continue writing again, i hope you enjoyed this one! also if the coach has been mentioned as 'he' anywhere please dont mind, i decided to change male coach to female coach instead so yeah there might be some mistakes, i hope i wont get bored again and update frequently from now! it has turned into a full-lengthy fiction bcs of my stupid ass, but i hope you enjoy it!
