너는 최고야 ! [ You Are The Best ! ]

04. people who don't believe in gender equality deserve a german suplex

Eyes brimming with excitement, the white haired girl scampered on home. Making her way into the house, she'd happily slipped off her shoes and picked up the equally excited Pomeranian at her feet.

The girl coming home with a smile on her face had come as a shock to Kim in the kitchen. The raven haired woman was merely making dinner, as her husband watched television in the living room. After transferring schools, Park had been terribly gloomy. She'd come home, say hello and go straight up to her room to play video games or something.

Though, for the first time and forever, she'd come home with a smile on her face. This had Kim overjoyed, probably more so than her granddaughter.

"Aren't you just a bundle of sunshine!" Kim chirped, gesturing the young girl to come. Park scampered over to the kitchen with Cho in her arms. There was a plate of dim sum on the counter, this would be her after school snack. So - Park sat up on one of the stools, setting Cho on her lap.

"Ah-! Ah! This is for me, you don't get any." Park huffed as Cho continued sniffing her food. ". . . Halmeoni! I know which club I'm gonna join!"

Kim blinked her eyes, before clapping her hands together. "Really? That's wonderful Mio!" Kim cheered, "which club have you decided on?"

To be honest, she expected the girl to go for something more quiet like herself. She was a very gentle young girl, and suited an art club, book club, or even a music club. So the little one's next statement was definitely out of the ordinary. In fact, she was beyond mortified

"The soccer club!"


As usual, as soon as class was over, Park grabbed her things and jet out of the classroom. This never went unnoticed by the teal haired boy that sat behind her. She'd transferred three days ago, and so far didn't say a word to anyone in the class, unfortunately this was including himself.

With her heart in her hands, the female scampered down the hall to the office, but her excited expression immediately fell after seeing all the commotion. Teachers and secretaries were hustling back and forth with endless amounts of documents and such to take care of. Quietly, the girl stepped up to the front desk and waited for someone to get to her. It was quite a while after a secretary noticed she was standing there.

"Can I help you?" The man called out.

"Huh-? O-oh, uhm. . ." Park jumped, quickly turning to the man seated in an office chair. "I'd like to sign up for a club."

"Oh, sure I can help you, come over here." He rolled over to her desktop computer. Park did as told and padded close. "Which club?"

". . . The soccer club." She muttered. Peering at his desk, there was a nameplate with 'Fuyukai' written on it.

The secretary raised a brow. "There's no soccer club for for girls, though." He said with an exaggerated sigh.

"B-but." Park blinked her eyes in confusion, suddenly starting to panic. "There was a student who was asking people to join his club, I thought-"

"Oh." Fuyukai rolled his eyes, this story again? "That Endou Mamoru." He turned back to his computer, disregarding the white haired girl. "There aren't even enough members in his club to make a proper team, but he wants to fight Teikoku." At this point he was just babbling to himself. "Sorry girl, but you can only be able to join as a manager. Girls are not allowed on the male's team."

"I see. . . Thank you." She wouldn't bother him any further, he'd already seemed rather annoyed. Dejected, Park gripped the strap of her shoulder bag and left the office. It was such a silly thing to be so upset over, but with both not being able to help that student, and how the secretary chastised her - she was absolutely devastated. That being said, the white haired girl scampered home on the same route, trying not to burst into tears.

While running his usual laps, the teal haired boy caught sight of her retreating form. Normally it was pretty lucky of him to see her at all, so unknown to even himself, he was always looking forward to those three seconds of seeing her leave the school. This time though, wasn't as nice. She didn't look very happy, and was gone before he even realized. As much as he wanted to chase after her, it'd probably be a bad idea.

After stepping into the comfort of her home, Park took off her shoes and went upstairs without saying a word. Kim, Jae and Cho had all watched her, then exchanged glances with one another. What could have possibly happened? Especially after how joyous she was the other day.

Out of childish frustration, Park threw her bag to the ground by her bed's feet, and threw herself into the sheets. So what if girls can't join the team? What was so bad about being a manager? Why was it so important that she got to play? It made no sense to even herself.

"Can I come in?" There was a soft knock on her door, but Park didn't give an answer. With a small sigh, Kim opened the door and stepped into her room. "What's the matter? Did something happen at school?" She cooed, taking a seat at the edge of Park's bed.

". . . There's no soccer team for girls." The white haired girl uttered.

"Ah, so that's it." Kim breathed out. "And you were so excited about it too. I'm sorry, cookie."

". . ." Park hadn't said anything for a while, before jolting up from her position. This quickly startled the woman beside her. "I don't know why it's bothering me so much. I don't even play soccer anymore." Her brown eyes stared at Kim, before slowly averting to the closed walk-in closet of her bedroom. Inside was obviously all her clothes, but also an old soccer ball from her biological family. It was white and pink, the ball belonged to her no doubt.

When Park was adopted, all of her things were taken too. Most things Kim tossed away, but she kept a few items that the little one seemed quite attached to. The soccer ball being one of them.

Kim vividly remembered what that heartless woman had said; "take everything. I can't stand looking at any of it anymore. I can't stand looking at that god damn child!"

"I-it's fine sweetheart, you'll find another club. You know what-- forget what I said. You don't need to join one." Kim insisted, but to no avail.

Park hopped off her bed, and padded over to her closet. Pulling the door open, she spied the old ball sitting on the ground under one of the shelves. Frantically, Kim followed after the girl and shut the closet door.

"Do you have any homework? If not then come downstairs and watch some TV with Harabeoji." The dark haired woman persisted, placing her hands on the shorter girl's shoulders. Park furrowed her brows before obliging.


[ halmeoni is the korean term for grandmother, harabeoji is the term for grandfather. ]