imbalance | trent alexander-arnold¹

nine.

shoot your shot

With the international break coming to a breach, Wynter spent most of her time in her room making sure that everything was packed and prepared for the next day ahead of her. It was the France NT's final day together in Clairefontaine so she decided to get herself organised throughout the morning and leave the afternoon to chill out with her teammates while they all had the chance to do so.

While she was engaged in a conversation with Raphael, it soon came to her that she hadn't approached Kylian yet. Wynter was urged not to talk to the PSG player about where they stood on romantic terms as she didn't know if it would cause them to end on a bad note. The international break had been amazing for Wynter and she'd rather keep it that way until she left.

However, in the end, she complied. She paused the convo. "Do you where Kylian is? I haven't seen him since breakfast."

"Nope, I haven't seen him neither. Try his room, he's probably doing some late packing," he suggested.

"Alright, Raph. I'll see you in a bit." Wynter offered her teammate a smile before she got up from her seat, exiting the room.

As she made her way towards Kylian's room, Wynter had yet to know what to say. She knew that she was doing this to get Peyton and a few others off her back, to prove her point about the pair not being romantically involved with each other. She had to admit, some of the things that Peyton stated before were true and in the majority of those statements made, Wynter wished that wasn't the case. 

Whenever there was a topic that she rather not discuss with others, at times Wynter struggled to admit the literal truth, which is why she always found herself in a constant cycle with denial.

When she stood in front of his room she let out a slow breath before she knocked on the door. After hearing some slight shifts on the other side of the door, the door finally opened revealing a shirtless Kylian making the forward laugh to herself.

"It wouldn't hurt to put a shirt on. You never know who could be on the other side of the door." Wynter rolled her eyes playfully as she walked passed him and entered his room.

He shut his door and let out a light laugh as he turned to face her. "I just came out of the shower," he explained as he retrieved a t-shirt from his nightstand. When he got fully dressed, he plotted onto his bed next to Wynter, cupping his chin in his palm. "So what's going on? You need anything?"

"No, no. Not at all. It's just that. . . we need to talk about us." When those last words escaped her mouth, she could easily feel the light-hearted atmosphere suddenly disappear in the room.

"What about us, Wynter?" Kylian sighed, glancing down at his fingers. "'Cause last time we did, it didn't end well on my part."

"Ky, just please listen to me for a second," she went to grab ahold of his hand so he would look at her, but he quickly pulled away from her grasps.

"No, Wynter! I'm really not in the mood for this. We've been chasing this thing between us since the beginning of the year and as much as I want it, you seem to be playing games with me."

"Out of all people Ky you should know I don't go about like that," Wynter frowned, a mixture of anger and confusion stimulating her other emotions to be showcased.

"You don't play games, huh? When I still played for Monaco, my birthday party last year, last football season, the World Cup? All it's been with you are games." Kylian spat.

"I told you that my contract with PSG was up until the season ended and that I wouldn't be playing in France this season which is why I told you very specifically I don't want a relationship with you. But you didn't listen because your hormones got the better of you. You set yourself up for failure, not me."