𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗣 | ʸᵃⁿᵍ ʲᵘⁿᵍʷᵒⁿ

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JUNGWON AND I locked eyes once more, a mix of determination and excitement in our expressions. As we neared the unopened ice chest, we exchanged a knowing glance, a shared understanding passing between us. We both ran over to an ice chest that hadn't been opened yet. Without hesitation, we flung open the lid only to reveal easy-to-carry sodas. Our eyes lit up, looking at each other before looking back down at the drinks. We then began filling our pockets with as many sodas as we could carry.

But just as we reveled in our triumph, the teacher's voice echoed across the field, "Red light!" We froze, our hands filled with sodas, our hearts pounding. It was a momentary setback, a reminder that victory was not easily won. Our hands carried as many sodas as they can so we can keep them in our cottage.

Yet, as the teacher turned around once again, her voice boomed, "Green light!" We resumed our journey towards the finish line, our pockets heavy with the weight of our beverages. Determination burned brightly in our eyes as we pushed forward, eager to cross that final threshold and claim our well-deserved victory.

With each "Green light" command, the cheers of our classmates grew louder, the excitement building to a fever pitch. We could taste the sweetness of triumph, the thrill of accomplishment, as the finish line drew nearer.

But as we took our final strides, victory within our grasp, the teacher's voice shattered the air, "Red light!" We froze, our bodies tense, our hearts pounding in our chests. The game had reached its climax, the ultimate test of skill and strategy.

In that fleeting moment, as the game neared its end, I felt a surge of exhilaration mixed with a touch of trepidation. The finish line was tantalizingly close, but the game was not over yet. The next "Green light" could be the one that propelled us to victory or snatched it away in an instant.

With bated breath, we waited for the teacher's next command, our bodies poised for action. The game was reaching its climax, and only time would tell who would emerge as the ultimate victor.

As the game neared its end, I felt a surge of exhilaration. The finish line was within reach, victory tantalizingly close. But just as I was about to step across, the teacher turned around and shouted, "Red light!"

Frozen in place, my heart pounded in my chest. I glanced over at Jungwon, a mix of disappointment and determination in his eyes. We were both so close, yet so far from our goal.

The teacher turned around, her back facing us once again, and shouted, "Green light!" With renewed determination, I sprinted forward, my eyes locked on the finish line. The wind whipped through my hair, adding to the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

But just as I was about to reach the finish line, the teacher turned around and shouted, "Red light!" I froze in place, disappointment washing over me. I glanced over at Jungwon, who stood a few steps in front of me, a triumphant grin on his face as he passed the finish line.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice laced with playful arrogance. "Looks like I beat you...again," Jungwon smirked, grabbing a soda from his pocket and opening it with ease, taking a victory sip in front of me.

"Green light!" The teacher exclaimed once more, I stepped over the finish line, keeping my gaze on Jungwon whose ego was shining through.

I couldn't help but chuckle, my competitive spirit momentarily overshadowed by the joy of the game. "Congratulations," I replied, a hint of mock defeat in my tone. "But don't get too comfortable. I'll get you next time."

As the game came to an end, the students gathered around the finish line, catching their breath and sharing laughter. The tension that had once hung in the air had dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie and shared memories.

Jungwon approached me, his eyes filled with a mix of competitive energy and compassion. "You're a worthy opponent," he admitted, a smile gracing his lips.

I nodded, a sense of satisfaction washing over me. "Stop playing nice, I hate when you act all cocky," I replied, my voice filled with annoyance. "It was a good game though," I muttered quietly.
I placed the straw of the iced Americano in my hands to my lips, taking a sip of the coffee.

"I'm trying to lessen the impact of your loss," Jungwon smirked, ruffling my hair. I slapped his hand off making him help dramatically. I fixed my hair with a scoff.

And with that, we joined the rest of our classmates, celebrating the end of the game and relishing in the bonds that had formed on that empty grass field. As we laughed and shared stories, the unspoken tension that had once burdened us seemed to fade away, replaced by a newfound sense of camaraderie and friendship.

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