girl in disguise | sehun x yoona

4 | typical fangirl

Frosty, brisk air swirled around the campus and its surrounding area, the early morning mist only just beginning to lift above the tree line.

Yoona yawned, still feeling drowsy as her eyes were half opened. Her hand moved to open the cupboard, turning her outfits to choose a suitable one for the warm up session before practice.

"Hun, wake up." Yoona turned to the owner of the voice, Luhan who was waking Sehun up. He tried to wake the younger guy up a few times but he didn't even move an inch.

Giving up, he approached Yoona and said, "Let's go to the field together, Yoonoh."

Yoona looked at him, furrowing an eyebrow, "Why don't you go with that cow- I mean, Oh Sehun?" She blurted out and she mentally face palmed.

"Cow?" Luhan emitted a chuckle before continuing, "Anyways, I'll wait for you at Yuta's room so don't be late!"

"Okay," she replied, closing the cupboard and exited the room.

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The soccer players spilled onto the green field, some were chatting animatedly with their friend, some were busy fixing their jersey and some were already warming up for the practice.

Her gaze landed on the Chinese boy, Luhan who was talking with Taeyong, somehow she's grateful for having him as a roommate and she wished that she could get rid of the arrogant faggot from the room.

"Oi, shortie Hyung. Stop daydreaming and start practicing." A familiar voice snapped her back to reality, causing her to roll her eyes in annoyance. Yoona mentally cursed the person named Sehun.

He couldn't let me live even just for a sec.

"Tsk, why don't you start practicing first?" Yoona asked, annoyance was evident in her voice.

Sehun emitted a cheeky laugh, "You need to practice more since you're lacking of skills." He replied presumptuously.

The doe-eyed girl eyed him from head to toe, "said the one who lost to a short lacking-of-skills boy."

Sehun was tongue-tied, he couldn't deny the fact that he lost over the short boy. Everyone knew that.
"It's okay, don't be too frustrated. I'm not that desperate to get this position like you do. I could always talk to the coach to drop me anytime, if you want." Shoot- Yoona smirked in victory.

The younger sent a deadly glare before he left, "Whatever."

She won. She knew that Sehun could explode anytime but who cares, she wanted to teach the blondie a lesson.

After two hours of practicing, they took a fifteen minutes break. Yoona grabbed her phone from her bag, immediately pressed Irene's number phone.

"Oh Irene, where are you?"

"In the practice room. Why why why?"

"Can you get my new sock? It's inside my locker."

"Ew what am I? Your Butler?"

"Please, my current socks smell like rotten eggs."

"Omg embarrassing! Waittt I'll get them"

"I didn't lock my locker so-"

"I know now shut the hell up, I'm going"

"Okay"

Irene hastily ran to the students' lockers then frantically searched for Yoona's name. In just few seconds, she found the locker of Jung Yoonoh.

"This flat screen doesn't lock her locker, she's insane." She mumbled to herself as she opened the locker, just to find a paper bag filled chocolates.