Rivals Since Birth / ppotoz (tripleS)

Take 12

As Yooyeon laced up her trainers, she glanced at the netball poster on her wall, a reminder of the match she had yesterday. Sitting cross-legged on the floor of her room, she meticulously cleaned her shoes. A perfectionist she was. Until a knock startled her. 

Yooyeon's POV

'Coming..'

Peering into the peephole, I thought, 'How many times is she gonna knock on my door? I gave her my Chat ID for a reason...'

I opened to the door again to see my neighbour, holding the bruise cream I gave her last week. 

Seoyeon sighed before saying, 'here. I got fried chicken for you too.'

'You can have it. It's fine', I mumbled, closing the door, but then wincing, as my arm froze up mid-way.

'whats wrong?'

'none of your business.'

'i'm asking nicely. What happened?'

'A little injury from netball practice.'

Shaking her head, Seoyeon replied, 'Have you applied cream to it yet?'

'No.'

'Move I'm coming in'

'i can do it myself.'

'roll up your sleeve', She replied, kissing her teeth, 'hurry.'

I sat on the couch, lifting my sleeve and feeling the sting of the bruise on my shoulder. Seoyeon knelt beside me, her focus unwavering as she squeezed a dollop of cream onto her fingers. I couldn't help but watch her—there was something captivating about the way her brow furrowed in concentration, the gentle movements of her hands as she applied the cream.

But I couldn't say anything but sigh.

'Be careful. We have the performance in two days. Our lead guitarist cannot be ill that day.'

'It'll look better for you though. You'll be the star of the band', I scoffed.

'Without someone to compare with, it's no fun.' Seoyeon laughed, stabbing my finger into my wound.

'AGH Do it more gently, will you?'

'Alright, alright.'

As she leaned closer, my breath was caught in my throat. I caught a glimpse of her hair falling into her eyes, and I had to fight the urge to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. 

Then, unexpectedly, Seoyeon looked up. Our eyes met, and I froze, caught off guard. For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still, the room around us fading away.

Quickly pulling away, I said, 'I'm good now. you can leave', my hands signalling at the door.

'Are you asking me to leave already? After I helped you?', she sneered.

'yep. now go.'

'wait'

'what.'

'Have you got makeup remover?'

'why?'

'I did some photoshopping today'

'with Hayeon?'

'how'd you know?'

'You added it to your Instagram story. I think everyone saw it' I derided, whilst walking up to my desk, 'did you want to tell the whole world or what?'