I think the emoji is a Japanese wind chime (google helped me 😝)
and today me and my friend cut of a piece of our hair and made hair babies mine looks like he want to rizz me up 💀
don’t rush yourself I can’t wait🥰
Ooh I love wind chimes, I was so sad when we sold our old one 😞. 6 yr old me loved it.
And ty for your patience, here is my attempt, I can always redo it dw !!
A/N: I haven’t played soccer since those 2 weeks when I was like 4, I know NOTHING abt it except for like, ball, kick, yay ?
Warnings: probably factual incorrect
Summary: After practice, Se-Mi picks [name] up only to find out that she had injured herself and not properly treated it. Will Se-Mi’s kisses make it better?
“[name]! Your girlfriend is out there waiting for you! Hurry up!”
“Okay okay! Don’t rush me damnit!”
You rushed to grab your things, ignoring the stinging pain you felt shooting up your leg. It was sharp, it was terrible. Once you made it outside, you see a familiar smiling face. It’s Se-Mi.
You throw your things in the back and sit in the front seat.
You told her it was fine.
But Se-Mi was smarter than that. She could see you wince as you ran outside.
She could the see the slight swelling in your ankle, she noticed how yo barely put any weight on your foot in the car. She noticed your limping. Soon, you guys made it to your shared apartment.
“Your leg.” She nodded her head towards your injured leg.
“What about it?” She gave you a knowing look and you sighed, the two of you sitting on the couch, your foot on her lap as she inspected it. Trying to assess the damages.
“..should just be a sprain.. why didn’t you say anything? Did you practice with this?”
You stayed quiet. Of course you did, you hated drawing attention to yourself so you didn’t mention your foot to anyone.
She sighed, time for a longggg lecture.
She kept going on about how dangerous it was whilst bandaging your ankle.
You just sighed and slumped on the couch.
“I just.. didn’t want to seem weak or anything.. a sprained ankle isn’t that bad..”
“Love, any injury, no matter how small, needs to heal. It’s not making you weak, you could make it worse. Your team will understand. I promise.”
You sighed, leaning your head against her shoulder. She kissed the top of your head.
Se-Mi smirked, you pulled back. “..what?” She held you, starting by kissing the top of your head, then your forehead, to your shoulder, hand, thighs, etc.
None of it was sexual, just love. All innocent loving touches, meant to comfort you.
To show that an injury wouldn’t change her view of you.
“I’ll get you some ice for that, alright?”
You were so lucky to have her, she was so caring and understanding. But never too overwhelming. Never too much, never not enough. Just perfect, you loved her. So much.
You couldn’t imagine a world without her.
And she couldn’t imagine a world without you.
