'I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you.'
Coming from a wealthy family was never the major flex in her life. To others, she might come off as a rich spoilt brat but the reality was far from what they perceived her to be.
In a world...
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The rest of the conversation had flowed reasonably well, all things considered. Yejin had recounted every detail she could remember about her exchange with Jiyang, her words rushed but deliberate.
From Jiyang's insistence on seeing their changing room to compare it with her university's facilities, to her excuse of wanting to drop something off for someone on the team-it all sounded absurd now.
Miyeon had given her an incredulous look, her brows furrowing deeply. "And you didn't bother asking what it was or who it was for?"
Yejin had bitten her trembling lips, hesitating before finally shaking her head. "I was stupid," she admitted, her voice shaky. "But we've been friends for a while. I'm sure you wouldn't question everything your friends say either, Miyeon."
The question had caught Miyeon off guard, silencing her for a moment.
Would she? Would she really take someone's word without question, without hesitation?
Her mind wandered to the few people she trusted undoubtedly. Nari and Wonwoo, yes, without a doubt. She would never second guess them.
But the others?
Trust was a fragile thing, built slowly and broken in an instant. She wanted to believe she could, in the bond they had cultivated, but how many of them could she truly say she trusted without reservation?
Miyeon pushed the thought away, shoving it into the far corners of her mind. It wasn't something she could think about now-not here, not when there were more pressing matters at hand.
Some questions, she told herself, were better left unanswered for the time being.
As they made their way back to the gymnasium, the tension between them simmered but didn't quite boil over. Miyeon finally broke the silence, her voice calm but firm.
"Don't mention this conversation to anyone, Yejin," she said, her tone brokering no argument, "I'll let you off without a penalty this time, but you're sitting out for one game."
Yejin froze in her tracks, her eyes wide and her expression a mix of fear and desperation, "Miyeon, please-"
But Miyeon turned to her sharply, her gaze cutting through any protests. The unspoken authority in her eyes silenced Yejin immediately.
"If you don't want me telling everyone the full story-including the Coach-then you'll take the one-game ban without a fuss," Miyeon said, her tone icy. "You know as well as I do that if the Coach hears about this, she'll be handing out demerit points faster than you can blink. While the team will not look at you the same."
"And let's not forget," Miyeon continued, her voice lowering, "you let someone who isn't even part of our university into the changing room, Yejin. What did you expect me to do? Let it slide completely? Smile and say it's okay?"
