𝗚𝗢𝗔𝗟 𖥻! seonghwa

( 2 ) showing skin

"WOAH, WHAT THE fuck?!"

nearly everyone's jaw dropped as chaerim jogged onto the field, backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

she wore a bubblegum pink tight-fitted tanktop that was slightly cropped as to show her belly button, with short white shorts. she stood out among all the boys who mostly wore black and grey exercise outfits and certainly didn't have the same curves or... aerodynamics as her. of course, they whispered amongst themselves with excitement.

"... is it weird to find our own teammate hot?" mingi whispered to yunho as he nudged him, "because, well, chaerim is hot."

seonghwa overheard though, his head snapping in their direction instantly, "seriously? get your head of the gutter."

"hey, he's not wrong! look at how she looks today..." added san, and seonghwa's jaw dropped that even the goody-two shoes would pitch into this conversation.

"five laps. now!" seonghwa lashed out. he was feeling annoyed, but he couldn't decipher if it was because she was, in fact, too hot to handle or if it was because it slightly pissed him off that the other guys were sexualizing her. fuck chaerim for being so pretty. it's distracting. not good.

"aw, loosen up, hwa. she's hot and you know it too!" the three guys snickered at wooyoung's comment before heading onto the track that surrounded the field for their five penalty laps.

"sorry i'm late," she mumbled as she joined the boys, getting in a few light stretches since she missed them. when she leaned over to stretch her legs, it was as if she cast a spell on all of them. they acted like fanboys at a twice concert the way they were so shocked by her beauty.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "why are you late? and why aren't you dressed properly?"

"i had to finish an essay. and wait— what? i can't wear a tanktop?" she raised her brows, crossing her arms across her chest, only accentuating her assets more.

he sighed, "it's too... showy. do you have anything to change into?"

"no. i had no idea a you boys would be so scared of my shoulders." chaerim said with spite.

"we're not scared of your stupid shoulders! just... it's too... tight," seonghwa told her, looking around awkwardly.

chaerim chuckled, "okay, scaredy cat. anyone have a shirt for me to change into? since seonghwa's so uncomfortable?"

and just like that, a dozen guys volunteered to give her their extra shirts and even the shirts off their backs. they were so wrapped around her finger.

she took one from a guy named jongho, and changed in the locker room quickly. she was a bit irked, but that was the price she had to pay to be on this all-boys team.

"happy?" she bumped seonghwa's shoulder as she walked past him during drills, "oh, and by the way, sorry my top was so skintight. i forgot you'd never seen or talked to a girl in your life."

"really, kim? i've talked to plenty of girls. who do you think you are?" he asked, taking full offense to her comment.

"oh, sure," chaerim scoffed, "i bet you think you're better than me at soccer too, don't you hwa?"

"well, yeah because i am." said seonghwa sternly.

chaerim was beginning to grin evilly, loving to get a rise out of him. and she always seemed to know how to, "now you've made two incorrect statements." she repeated.

"what the— i am better than you! i'm your captain!"

chaerim already ended the conversation, taking the next kick in the drills line, scoring a perfect goal. seonghwa's ears were flushing red with how frustrated he was.

he was up next, and he too took a professional kick that slammed perfectly into the net of the soccer goal with even more power. he spared a cocky glance at chaerim, who paid him no mind.

she knew she was getting under his skin. that was the point. if seonghwa, the golden boy and soccer king, thought he could treat chaerim any less than she deserved, he was sorely mistaken.

because chaerim was not easily put down.

𖥻

later that day, she trudged into her house with various bags weighing her back down. once she dropped them on the floor of the kitchen, she greeted her family.

"hi honey, how was practice?" her sweet mother asked, already on her way over with a fresh fruit tray.

chaerim grabbed a piece of pineapple, and so did her older brother taejoon as she answered, "fine. the captains still as much of an ass as ever, though."

"language! and how so?"

"wait, park seonghwa? an ass?" asked taejoon, "i thought everyone loved him?"

"they do! and that's the problem!! i think he's only rude to me because he doesn't want me on the team or something. stupid misogynist." explained chaerim.

her mom shrugged, "maybe you two should talk it out and see why you're having these problems? you don't want to spend a whole season like this do you? and he's your teammate, so you have to be cordial at least, right?"

"mom, that's like so old school. i can't have a civilized conversation with that jerk." chaerim chuckled.

"just trying to help!" said her mom, before heading into the living room, leaving her alone with taejoon.

taejoon asked, "so should i beat up seonghwa or not?"

"no. i can handle him myself obviously," she smiled, popping another piece of fruit into her mouth.

"alright," he nodded, "i just want my little sis to be happy."

"wow, you're being nice for once? what is this?" she pushed his arm. they had a typical sibling relationship, love-hate, play wrestling over talking type thing. he shook his head, "me? never."