'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 golden rays of the afternoon sun filtered through the large gym windows, casting long shadows over the exhausted figures sprawled across the floor and leaning against the walls. Miyeon’s team was breathless, their bodies worn from the relentless two-hour practice, yet their soft murmurs and occasional laughter filled the space.
Miyeon sat alone, a few feet away from them, her gaze wandering as the girls continued chatting among themselves. Her eyes landed on Yewon, who sat in another corner wiping the sweat from her forehead, just as exhausted. Something about the stillness in the room felt heavier now, a quiet tension between her and the people she once felt so comfortable with.
Ever since practice began, something had changed between her and Yewon. The girl who once threw sharp glares in Miyeon’s direction now couldn’t look her in the eye. She was no longer defiant or dismissive; instead, she obeyed Miyeon without question, avoiding any interaction that might stir up the familiar discomfort.
Miyeon couldn’t make sense of it, but there was no time to wonder as she focused on the practice.
But now, alone with her thoughts, sge found herself spiraling, unsure of how to silence the thoughts about everything that crowded her mind.
Or the thoughts of him.
She hadn’t seen him yet today. And for that, she had been grateful.
But fate had a cruel sense of timing.
The sound of the door opening broke her thoughts, followed by the unmistakable squeak of sneakers against the gym floor. Miyeon’s heart jolted in her chest as her eyes instinctively darted toward the entrance, only to feel a strange sense of disappointment wash over her when she didn’t see him.
The boys' team had arrived—Taehyung, Mingyu, Seungcheol, and Joshua, all in their practice jerseys—but Jeonghan was absent.
She noticed the shift in the air as the boys entered, their eyes briefly meeting hers before quickly shifting away. She could feel the subtle tension radiating from them, the unspoken words between them palpable.
It was as if they didn’t know how to act around her anymore.
They had all known about her and Jeonghan’s situation, and they could see the way she had distanced herself from everyone. They all knew how she’d hurt him. She couldn’t blame them for the awkwardness that hung in the room.
A small, tight smile spread across Taehyung’s face as he stepped forward, though it was strained, almost apologetic. He cleared his throat, his voice a little quieter than usual, "Are you all done for the time being?"
Miyeon could feel the weight of their gazes on her—Joshua’s, Mingyu’s, Seungcheol’s. They were trying, trying to be civil, but there was no hiding the discomfort. They hadn’t spoken to her much since everything had happened, and Miyeon felt a pang of regret, but it wasn’t enough to break her silence.
