wednesday meant angie was playing a match. the tennis player hadn't outright invited dae-jin, but the information had been hovering over the two over them, and assuming angie would do usual angie if dj attended, she couldn't say no. there was no way dj was going to let angie play tennis in those clothes in front of a crowd without being there herself. sitting on the crowded stand, she wondered if the athlete could spot her from the court. she decided on yes - she knew when angie was messing with her, even from afar. the thought of her doing what she did, move like that in that attire, for someone other than her drove dj pretty crazy. her sunglasses fixed to her face, her expression void, dj walked down the bleachers as soon as angie finished off whoever her opponent was. approaching the court, dj noticed the blonde talking with someone. probably another athlete, or maybe a fan, or a journalist. that didn't matter to dj - she just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
dj walked up to angie from behind, right hand grabbing her left wrist with a grip, avoiding being seen. "we're going somewhere else," she spoke, breathing against angie's nape. "now." // @saphicatm