Love is War | purinz

3.

[Yunjin]
( are you fucking stupid?! )

Yunjin slams the bathroom's door shut behind her as she quickly presses her back against it, silently thanking the fact that the restaurant had single stalls. Face burning, trying to keep every jumping thought down as she quickly excused herself away from her friends — friends that she asked out tonight.

It would be a waste of energy to even try to think of what Chaewon was thinking, sending something like that. Her thoughts drift to her poor roommate and their underclassman watching her dart away in a hurry, although they're likely quite content with just chatting amongst themselves.

Always conversing animatedly about the next episode of whatever television show they were watching that day, leaving Yunjin to smile and nod pretending like she knew a speck of its plot.

Yunjin's phone screen lights up and she whips it out again, having instantly shoved the device away the second she saw the image first pop up. Anger rises up quickly at just how cheeky that damn girl could get.

[Chaewon]
( I could say the same )

Her heart aches for a second time upon seeing the barely cut off photo of Chaewon just above their messages. So unexpectedly sultry for such an unassuming face, dirty words coming from lips stained neatly with lip gloss. All from a girl that she sees all too regularly on the sidelines of her damn sports games, performing for the crowd with a picture-perfect smile.

Yunjin grits her teeth and lets her gaze wander to the picture again — if only those screaming fans could see her now.

[Yunjin]
( could you be a slut any other time?? )

[Yunjin]
( i'm out with one of your friends right now, for gods sake )

Blowing out a breath in exasperation, Yunjin looks up at the mirror directly in front of her. Cheeks dusted red, hair dishevelled; she runs a hand through her hair in an attempt to remain presentable whenever she leaves the bathroom. Another slurry of messages pop up to her dismay.

[Chaewon]
( i know )

[Chaewon]
( Eunchae told me )

[Chaewon]
( why do you think I wanted to fuck with you )

[Yunjin]
( if you're that fucking turned on from wearing my damn jacket you could have just said so )

Chaewon replies quickly after, not giving Yunjin any time to even finish her side of this trade.

[Chaewon]
( please )

[Chaewon]
( I'd burn this jacket any day of the week )

[Chaewon]
( i was just being nice to the girl on the volleyball team who can't pull for her life )

[Chaewon]
( something for you to jerk off to )

[Chaewon]
( i'm sure you do it every night don't you? )

[Chaewon]
( now you won't have to imagine me anymore )

Yunjin's face burns, thoughts instantly brought back to the last time she actually did indulge — not as long ago as she would like to admit. As for the exact details of what she really had been imagining, it was nothing Chaewon had to know.