Over the following weeks, Yn did everything she could to rebuild the trust with Summer, and things seemed to settle back into a comfortable rhythm. The couple spent time together at home, and Yn’s performance on the pitch was exceptional. She and Gio were on fire, each goal they scored for Atletico strengthening their bond as teammates.
But as close as Yn felt to Summer off the field, she couldn’t deny that Gio had become her confidante in many ways, especially about things Summer didn’t fully understand—like the pressures of professional football. This connection between her and Gio was completely platonic, or so Yn believed, but there were still moments that made her wonder if others might misinterpret their friendship.
One afternoon after training, Yn stayed behind to practice free kicks. She was alone, striking the ball with precision, when she heard footsteps behind her.
“Thought I’d find you here,” Gio said with a grin, jogging over.
Yn laughed, brushing a loose strand of hair away. “Just wanted to work on a few things. You know how it is.”
“Yeah, always the perfectionist.” Gio stretched beside her, a comfortable silence hanging between them. “So, how are things going with Summer? Are you guys okay after… everything?”
Yn hesitated, looking down at the grass. “We’re… working on it. I think she’s forgiven me, but there’s still this tension sometimes. I feel like she’s keeping an eye on everything I do now.”
Gio nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. She probably just needs time. But if you ask me, you two have something real. I wouldn’t worry too much.”
“Thanks, Gio.” Yn smiled, grateful for the reassurance. “You’re always looking out for me.”
“Of course,” Gio replied, playfully nudging Yn. “We’re teammates, remember? Besides, you’re one of my closest friends here. I’ve got your back, always.”
They stayed out for another hour, laughing and sharing stories until the sky started to darken. Yn felt a warmth in her chest around Gio, a deep gratitude for their friendship. But as they walked back toward the locker room, Yn spotted someone out of the corner of her eye.
It was Summer, standing near the edge of the pitch, her expression unreadable. Yn’s heart sank—she knew that look. Summer’s eyes flickered between her and Gio, her posture tense.
“Hey, Summer!” Yn called out, waving her over with a smile, hoping to ease any tension.
Summer approached slowly, giving Gio a polite nod. “Hey, Gio. I didn’t know you two were still here.”
“Yeah, just getting in some extra practice,” Gio replied, flashing her usual charming smile. “Yn’s a perfectionist, after all.”
Summer’s gaze shifted back to Yn, her eyes questioning. “Can we talk for a minute?”
Gio caught the hint. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Yn.” With a wink, she turned and walked off toward the locker room, leaving Yn and Summer alone.
Yn stuffed her hands into her pockets, feeling a bit guilty, though she wasn’t sure why. “So… what’s up?”
Summer took a deep breath, folding her arms across her chest. “I was just coming to surprise you, but I didn’t expect to see you two so… close.”
Yn’s brow furrowed. “Summer, Gio and I are just friends. You know that.”
“I know,” Summer said, but her voice was tense. “It’s just… I thought we agreed to be more open with each other. And I feel like every time I look, you’re with her.”
