A Ritual In the House?

7

It's an epiphany.

She finally understands why the girl affects her in so many ways. After Heejin's new found revelation, she tried to follow what her guts told her to do.

Run. —Figuratively, of course. Trying to outrun someone like Hyunjin with her practically nonexistent physical physique is stupid.

So she avoided her.

But avoiding and running just leads to the same result.

It's hard to escape Hyunjin when she all wants to do is be touchy touchy and teleport you away to a cliff.

So, she accepts them, but doesn't act on them. They're just there, sad and desired to be forgotten by its owner. Heejin lets their confusing interactions continue, trying to act as if she didn't find out that she had fluffy feelings for the girl and would have a heart attack everytime they get a little bit too close.

She hides them when they're eating. When they're alone by the edge of a cliff. When they watch together.

Even right now, bowling their hearts out.

Especially right now, surrounded by friends that can analyze her. She had to be careful.

"Go Heejin!"

Heejin sucks in a breath, going into posture as she readies her time to make reign.

With three steps striding towards the pins. She shoots.

And as expected, it rolls in the gutter.

Gutted, she falls on the floor. Bowling and Heejin never fitted well together anyway.

"Man, you suck." Hyunjin comes over to carry her body away, walking her over to Haseul unnie who is laughing at the poor attempt.

The demon walks herself back over to the pins, picking up the most suitable ball that will help her meet her victory. And as they all know will happen, she shoots it effortlessly, ending with a spare. She turns to everyone with a conceited smile. No accolades are needed, no one can deny that she is the only one amazing enough to play this sport.

With a once in a blue moon chance of most of them being free in the weekends, they all decided to hang out like old times, with the addition of new found friends. Somehow their plan ended up in bowling despite no one really knowing how the essentials works.

"Wonnie, Hye. It's your turn."

"Oli, Oli, Oli!" Chaewon excitedly squeals at Hyejoo, the taller girl groaning in response as she hasn't finished consuming her pizza. She smacks her dear eldest Yves, who took on her role to be the pain of the younger's ass, trying to take away her greasy concoction of cheese, tomato sauce, and pepperoni.

"Hurry up! Do you think you're special enough that we'll wait for you? Does the world revolve around Son Hyejoo?"

"As if you don't act the same way!"

"That's where you're wrong, young girl."

"But I'm not!"

"Stop being stupid and just play the god damn game with Chaewon." Her words may come out too strong for others, but it's a normal kind of exchange between the beanstalks.

"Yeah, Yeah. I'm going." Hyejoo surrenders as she follows the blonde to pick out a bowling ball.

Heejin finds it fascinating how different the two close friends are —And it's not just the obvious height difference or black and blonde hair.

It's the difference that can be seen by how Chaewon gracefully rolls the ball forward and being fortunate enough to hit half the pins, she celebrates with a soft adorable, "Assa!" That makes everybody else excited for her (That girl the most precious eccentric brat in the world. She's precious but a brat. Nice).