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Band practice ended up early, and Ahn Yujin was currently packing her guitar onto the trunk of her car.

It was 1 PM. She had no more lectures for the day, leaving her completely free. Unless an organization work had suddenly came up (which Yujin hope wouldn’t due to her stressful week).

It was a sunny friday. A somewhat good vibe to actually to end the unreasonably yet reasonably tough weekend. The entire week, the girl was preoccupied with this semester’s project while alongside preparing for the university’s annual music festival as she was part of the main committee.

Needless to say, due to her organization work, the council president had politely not been able to attend some of her lectures — leading her to take extra’s after school late night or asking for a whole binder of notes from her friends who attended.

She was also preparing for her upcoming debate competition, which was taking place later this evening at 3 PM.

So many weights were seriously pounding upon her, but having being used to her tasks, Yujin took it just as a busy weekend as much as she was tired.

Having a free time was like a breathe of fresh air, even if she wanted to admitted it or not.

So, she drove herself towards the nearest café, buying an iced americano happily.

Her day went fine until someone bumped into her on the way through the exit and splashed her nearly bought coffee everywhere onto her clothes.

She froze in her tracks, eyes dawning upon her freshly bought custom white t-shirt that held a graphic of her band’s logo printed on it.

The black coffee stain that had found itself onto the shirt caused her eyes to twitch, eyebrows raising. “What the—?”

Her eyes found itself onto the bumper’s, expression of annoyance fading away and replaced with the surprised one instead.

Nevermind her shirt. The girl might’ve been the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen in her life.

Something in her face was familiar to Yujin, like she had seen her from somewhere — but with the cap the girl had worn, it was hard to differentiate much.

Besides, all that ran through her head was how pretty she was anyway.

”I am so sorry — oh my god, are you okay?” The girl quickly said, picking up the now dropped and empty cup that held the coffee.

”I’m in a rush, I have some errands to do here with my team.. god uhm.. if you want me to take that to the laundry—“ She reached into her pocket and gave her a card. “Just call me, okay?”

Yujin absent-mindedly took the card, watching the girl bow down before quickly rushing into the café. Her eyes trailed her like a lost puppy before snapping out of her trail of thoughts and glancing towards the card she had suddenly held.

Yujin’s eyes suddenly widened, her head starting to put the gears together as she got out of her head. “Wait a minute..?”

”That was Jang Wonyoung?!”

Student council president of Yonsei University, Jang Wonyoung had spilled her coffee all over her, and Yujin couldn’t muster up a word of annoyance due to how taken aback she was at her presence.

She was aware of the major headlines among the schools about them, they were rivals after all. The rumours, the comparisons, everything.

However — Yujin and Wonyoung had never talked a single moment in their life to each other. No bad blood whatsoever unexpectedly for others.

But at the moment, she was wondering if she should be pissed at her or try to somehow hit her up through the phone number she was given out of urgent.

The mature decision was to let it get over with, and that was what Yujin picked as she decided to drive herself to her house to pick up a new shirt.

As much as she did not have the energy to, she ended up doing so.

—

“There you are Wonyoung unnie! Where have you been? You’re never late?”

Wonyoung’s eyes turned to Leeseo who sat with Gaeul by the café. Her secretary and treasurer for the council. What started off as merely organization buddies however turned to a circle of best friends she never thought she’d have.

“Sorry! the traffic was insane today, I swear I left my house at twelve.” Wonyoung groaned, sitting herself down as she took off her cap, rubbing the sides of her head. “Oh my god — I even ended up making someone spill their coffee all over themselves on the way here, the universe hates me.”

Gaeul snorted, though she was quickly elbowed by Leeseo who seemed to thought about something. “Who was it?”

Wonyoung shrugged, sighing. “I honestly have no idea, I didn’t pay attention well to them since I was rushing, I gave them my contact card though in case they wanted the fee for the laundry. But.. oh fuck she was wearing a white shirt too..”

This time Gaeul’s teasing look was replaced by an expression of curiosity. “How tall was she, Wonyoung-ah?”

”I don’t know, more or less my height. Around that at least?? Why?” She responded, slightly taken aback by the question.

”Long hair or short hair?” Leeseo followed.

”Short. She had bangs.” The Yonsei council president answered, turning towards Leeseo. “Sounds familiar to you both or something?”

Gaeul and Leeseo shared a few looks, it ended up with the youngest slightly scratching the back of her head at the situation.

”You know who’s the council president of Korea University is right?” Leeseo brought up after a moment of silence.

”…Well — Of course, how could I not? Where is this even going we’re supposed to talk about the festival—“

”Ahn Yujin was in the café earlier.” Gaeul went to the point.

Leeseo clicked her tongue, leaning back onto her seat with an awkward expression. ”That could’ve been worded better..”

Wonyoung furrowed her eyebrows, ”Okay..?” 

“Unnie, she cutted her hair short recently, did you know? She came in here wearing some band shirt of hers and a pair of cargos.” The youngest tried to explain based off of memory.

Band shirt?

Wonyoung’s eyes drifted in remembrance. And Gaeul and Leeseo could only watch how their president’s wondering face twitched to a shocked one, hand flying over to cover her mouth. “Oh my god the graphic t-shirt!”

The trio could practically feel eyes on them at Wonyoung’s sudden realisation, it caused Gaeul to face palm — not knowing whether to feel pity or embarrassment for the girl.

”I just ruined the only good relations we have between our universities, this is bad!”

Leeseo’s face contorted to somewhat of surprise and disbelief, “Wait, you’ve guys talked or met before?”

Wonyoung blinked, “Well—”

”Okay that’s… not the worse case scenario.” Gaeul tried to reassure.

”No, unnie! I spilt her coffee all over her, this is anything but a better scenario!” The president panicked, “What if I trigger a freaking bomb between Yonsei and KU’s already dismantling battle field?!”

”Woah, calm down.” Leeseo then spoke up, “You’re not sending any bombs, and did Yujin even say anything to you? Any sarcastic responses or something?”

Wonyoung released a breath, “I guess not.”

”Then you’re fine!” Leeseo said quickly with a more cheerful tone, sending a pat onto Wonyoung’s back. “When you see her again just set things straight, We all know here that you’re good at talking through things with people. You got this!”

Gaeul hummed in agreement. “You got this, Wonyoung. Really, just stay positive for now. After all you’ve got a competition soon right?”

Wonyoung could only nod, releasing a breath. Her memory went back to the event moments before. How she stupidly bumped onto the girl, it felt like slow motion as she saw the coffee cup tilt downwards, yet it all happened so fast when they locked eyes. Jesus Christ.. was Yujin’s doe eyes always been so magnetically pulling? It was.. something for sure. Wonyoung never thought much of her when she saw her on posters or instagram posts. Seeing her in person felt like getting splashed over by a bucket of ice, even if she didn’t realise it was the other president at first.

The girl shook her head, blinking multiple times to snap out of her thoughts. “Yeah, good idea. Sorry for killing the time, let’s just move on for now.. so — how’s the sponsors so far?”

The meeting lasted an hour and a half. They were mainly discussing and planning things for the university’s upcoming festival. Gaeul was mainly dealing with sponsors that could help them build a bigger fund to bring in artists. She was also trying to calculate a good budget that would be equally as useful for them to bring in guest stars, the bazaar, and the games they could have the audience play before the show finally starts. Leeseo on the other hand was contacting the entrepreneur division in the council on ticket sales as well as mapping out plans with the representatives of their possible guest stars. 

From having a meeting with her friends at 1, she had now arrived at the expo venue for her debate competition. The president wore the university’s varsity jacket due to representing it, a lanyard that held her identification as a competitor.

Walking into the nearly filled auditorium, finding a blackboard that held papers of the list of competitor’s schedule for the debate near the side. Her eyes gazed through all of the three displayed papers, finding her name on the third one, on the last bar. Her schedule was last.

When her eyes turned to notice the name and university beside hers, the place of who her debate competitor was to be, her face turned pale.

Ahn Yujin. Korea University.

What were even the odds at this point?

And as if the universe had heard her internal thoughts, a figure blocked the light that let her read through the displayed papers. Wonyoung turned to see Ahn Yujin standing in front of her, leaning onto the pillar beside her with her hands stuffed into the pockets of her own university’s varsity jacket.

That stupid red jacket that contrasted to her own blue. Yujin’s short hair that contrasted to Wonyoung’s grown one. Yujin’s classical “K” letter stitched onto, contrasting Wonyoung’s stitched “Y”. Yujin’s dark jeans that contrasted to Wonyoung’s light plaid skirt. Yujin’s nikes that contrasted to Wonyoung’s converses.

Most of all, that out of nowhere smug smile the girl had on her face that contrasted with Wonyoung’s shocked one.

Wonyoung genuinely seeing her in the sight of that red varsity jacket made her eye twitch.

“Coffee spiller? You there?” Yujin suddenly called out.

“What?” Wonyoung only managed to say, raising an eyebrow. Her first initial thought was to apologise again to the girl, but it caught her off guard. So she didn’t.

”You gave me your card.” Yujin pulled out from her pocket; waving it around. “If this is your way of asking me out I’m flattered, but I don’t date Yonsei kids.”

Wonyoung just felt offended, snapping out of her thoughts and furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance. She didn’t want to have any bad blood with Yujin, but her comment threw her off guard. Was this really the so called ‘inspirational council president of KU’ ? Her arms were now folded. “I gave you it in case you wanted me to pay for your laundry. It was a matter of choice I offered to you instantly without involving our school’s rivalry.”

“So you do know it was me? Needless to say, I can ask my butler to do that.”

”Then give it back! Easy isn’t it?” Wonyoung snapped, reaching to grab the card away only for Yujin to pull it upwards, out of reach for her despite their nearly equal height (The Yonsei president blamed it on Yujin’s stupid jordans that gave her a few more inches than necessary).

“Ahn Yujin. I have no idea what you’re trying to do but you’ve most indefinitely piss me off.”

”Feisty. That’s what it tasted like when you spilt americano all over my new shirt. It was customised.”

In all truth, Yujin was just half pissed off. She didn’t even know what got over her to bring up a conversation to the girl when she really had forgotten what had happen the past hour due to trying to practice debating for the competition. And in truth… talking this way to Wonyoung was probably a bad decision of her as president of the council. 

She blamed it was the blue varsity jacket that mainly triggered her.

“You were literally silent the whole time!”

“I was shocked you ruined my brand new shirt. It was a team shirt, do you even know that?”

”Print another one, Didn’t you say you have a butler?” She countered quickly; taking a step towards her.

Yujin merely released an impressed short hum as she looked upon Wonyoung. Not moving from her place. “Well, you’re fun to debate with.“

Wonyoung suddenly scoffed at her sudden remark, amusement and annoyance clearly mixing at the same time now. “You’re chickening out? And I thought you guys were the one who called us chickens?”

“Don’t blame me for that song. I’m merely following tradition. Didn’t create it did I?” Yujin defended herself, rolling her eyes away.

Wonyoung wanted to poke her eyes.

“All competitors, please go towards your designated seats by the front.”

Yujin glanced at the speakers above before lifting herself away from the pillar she had leaned on. ”I’ll see you on stage, Jang.”

Yujin had turned away, Wonyoung glaring holes to the back of her jacket, that was until she turned back to face her — halting in her tracks. “Let’s hope our topic won’t be about coffee.”

Wonyoung was holding everything in herself to not lunge at her.

—

Truth be told, after the whole shenanigan by the black board, Yujin didn’t do much, which was a surprise to Wonyoung. Their seats were opposites of each other, ironically. So when the Yonsei president found out of this; she was preparing herself for the most dreadful hours of her life, yet Yujin did not send her any glares, merely just nonchalant glances and amused smiles. She stayed quiet, writing down something on her paper here and there, yet her eyes spoke on how observant she was at the whole debate the other two competitors were having.

At one point, the rest of the competitors that weren’t having the debate were given a chance to ask questions as well as comments. And without a even two seconds given, Yujin had raised her hand for the mic.

Everyone’s attention had turned to her, and as much as Wonyoung did not want to even look at her anymore cause her view for the past hour has been her somehow stupidly attractive side profile, she still did.

But no one caught her thinking that.

“Hello, to start off I’m Ahn Yujin, representating Korea University through this competition. Question for Opposition 1. Regarding this topic of how ‘detention should be abolished’ you’ve agreed on the statement, yes?” The girl asked, glancing at the paper below her which Wonyoung could slightly see to be highlighted with pens. “I’m confused with this, actually. You yourself in the previous argument had said that if detention were to be non-existent it’d bring a contrast to the students disciplinary. How does that correlate with what you’ve said earlier that they’d have the ‘freedom and ability to learn by themselves’? How would that work when you’re arguing for the opposite answer?”

She placed the mic down, waiting and eyeing the defendant to answer an argument. But when Yujin noticed that they couldn’t speak of anything more other than stutters after a timing she gave of 4 seconds, she brought the microphone up again. “I think you should’ve studied your topic better.”

Wonyoung was taken aback to say the least. Arguments weren’t the most easy to create, especially when you’ve dug yourself into the wrong whole during the debate, but Yujin shouldn’ve commented something less harsher. The opposition had just started out as a freshman. It must’ve been nerve wrecking.

The Yonsei president took the initiative to grab herself a mic out of the sudden. “Miss Ahn, I personally think It would’ve been much better of a critique that could be used as a motivation if you toned down your comments less harshly.”

Wonyoung’s sudden remark caused the audience to go silent, a few ooh’s were heard here and there, but all Wonyoung focused on was how Yujin turned her attention towards her. Looking at her in a way that she knew had slightly caught the KU council president off guard.

”This is a competition, Miss Jang.” Yujin started after recomposing herself, releasing a short chuckle as she leaned onto the back of her chair. “I personally think he deserved that. And may I remind you of something, our debate isn’t up until the next session, so please be patient.”

The girl didn’t bother to hand the mic back to the staff, she merely switched it off, eyes looking at Wonyoung’s in a way that told her she should too.

Yet, one thing that annoyed the girl was how unbothered Yujin looked. Even the gaze she sent her wasn’t a glare, it wasn’t wishing for her to switch the mic off. Her gaze told her ‘go turn it off’ instead of ‘turn the fucking thing off’.

The Yonsei president gritted her teeth, switching the microphone off before handing it away towards the staffs standing nearby.

The tension that grew around the auditorium only grew more tense, opposition two being the one to break the silence to resume their debate once more. While they did, Wonyoung’s eye caught Yujin’s again who had just glanced back from the stage.

Something electrifying had struck when their eyes met, Wonyoung couldn’t tell what. Everything about Ahn Yujin just seemed to annoying now but she couldn’t help the weird flips her stomach felt like they made everytime she looked at her.

Her university varsity jacket was annoying, the way she sat was annoying, the way she looked at Wonyoung like she was the only person in the room before turning back down to her paper with…? a dimpled..? smile..? and a chuckle..?

“Miss Jang.. are you okay?”

Wonyoung blinked, turning her head to one of the staff members. She merely nodded, yet when they pointed towards her hand, she’d suddenly feel the sticky wet texture along her fingers and palm — her eyes gazing down before they turned wide in notice.

The girl had squished her ink pen too hard, quite literally causing the stationary to explode in her own hands, red ink spilling everywhere through her hands and staining some of her clothes. What the absolute fuck???

“Uh.. I—wheres the nearest bathroom?”

Was this why Yujin laughed?!

”That way—“

”Thank you.” Wonyoung said as quickly as she could, standing up from her spot and turning around to clean herself back.

Not to her knowledge, a few seconds after the girl left. The short haired red varsity bearer ended up walking to find her too.

Ahn Yujin had absolutely zero ideas why she had decided to pick up an excuse and say ‘Her mother’s calling and she needed to pick up’ before walking out of the auditorium to find Jang Wonyoung again.

The expo convention the competition had took place was large to say the least. She hadn’t been able to receive a chance of exploring the said convention yet due to the busy schedule, but while waiting for the Yonsei president to come back — she thought she could look around shortly. Besides, their scheduled debate was still gonna take place in a while.

The KU president turned around a corner, walking into what she would assume was one of the big function halls they had. Yet what mostly interested her were the Seoul National University banners displayed all over and a large tall cake sat on top of a circular marble table. It was still fresh, yet it was out of the cake box. Was the event starting so soon?

”Are you stalking me?”

Yujin turned to see Wonyoung standing with folded arms, stains of red ink still present on her clothes — some bit on the white arms of her varsity, some on the collar of the blouse she wore. Her hands were still partly glistening with water, telling her how she clearly had just finished washing them minutes or seconds ago.

”Shouldn’t I be the one asking that question?” The band member questioned back, raising an eyebrow.

Wonyoung narrowed her eyes, “I left the auditorium first.”

”So I’m not allowed to do so?”

”You’re either stalking me or you’re here because you’re sad SNU didn’t accepted you.”

”I never applied to SNU.” Yujin said truthfully with a shrug, “My brother did though, that’s why I’m the slightest bit curious.”

Wonyoung looked at Yujin for a few seconds, genuinely confused. One moment she was fine, she didn’t even talk to her when she spilt coffee all over her. Then she tried to pick up a fight with her by the blackboard, then the whole shenanigan during the debate of those freshmens. Now she was talking to her.. normally.

She decided to take a few steps closer, standing in front of the cake besides Yujin. The KU president merely spinning a heel to see her clearer after a few seconds of thinking. “Red looks good on you.”

”My hand looked like it was bleeding.” Wonyoung scoffed. 

Yujin’s eyes darted to her now clean hands before drifting back up towards the dots of stain on her collar. “You washed your hands clean, but that blouse — it’s gonna be a pain to wash, Jang.”

“So is that band shirt of yours, Ahn.” Wonyoung countered, rolling her eyes with a sigh.

“Woah! I told you mines was customised!” Yujin tried to fight back, furrowing her eyebrows in defense.

There it was, the defensive look Wonyoung wanted to see once more from the girl. The Yonsei president shot glares at her, “And I just bought this one two days ago, we’re even.”

”I’m sorry but I do not remember being the one to cause you to explode your own pen all over yourself.” Yujin reflected turning to walk and stand in front of her, now mirroring Wonyoung’s folded arms on herself.

Every single thing you do is irritating, that’s why! 

But Wonyoung didn’t say that, instead, the girl pushed Yujin as hard as she could — wishing that some distance would somehow make her shut up. It was clear how the band member was caught off guard and moreover it was satisfying to watch her loose balance and nearly fall on her back if it weren’t for her to hold on to the table behind her.

That was until the table Yujin had gripped on to began tilting forward, and that was when she realised the cake was still there sitting on top.

And Yujin, ever so vengeful, had decided to release her grip — but not without pulling Wonyoung by the arm to take her down with her.

It felt like it happened in slow motion, how their eyes met as they realised the cake began to tilt and fall, how Yujin took her by the arm and pulled her down — making her topple down too.

And before she knew it, the both of them were covered with buttercream icing and pieces of cake stuck against their clothes as they laid against the floor. Yujin however, had somehow found her way to switch her position so most of the cake wouldn’t be hitting directly onto her face. A favour she indirectly did for Wonyoung without realising too.

Wonyoung blinked her eyes open, taking a breath at the whole sudden incident. Her eyes met Yujin’s again for the nth time today. She was on top of her, legs trapping hers, a hand placed by her shoulder, another one by her head to take cover.

She was covered with cake, pieces of the dessert getting stuck onto her how disheveled hair. Wonyoung herself could feel the tacky feeling along her arms, face, legs, and hair — but clearly it was less to what Yujin had.

She doesn’t get it. She pulled her to topple down with the cake with her but then here she ends up covering her?

Was it just coincidence or was it on purpose?

“What in the world happened here?!” A voice suddenly shouted out through the convention hall, the man’s voice echoing through the walls. It was followed by a series of gasps.

What followed by next were footsteps coming one after another. It was mixed with heels, sneakers, those formal leather shoes important men always wore to work — whatever they were called made the both of them snap back to reality.

Yujin gazed down at Wonyoung with widened eyes, finally getting herself off of the girl and gathering all the energy in her to stand up.

Her shoes felt heavy, it was filled with cake. The thought alone caused Yujin’s face to twitch between disgust and stress.

Her eyes went back to Wonyoung who still laid on the floor, cake covering the girl less than her but seemed to still be in a state of shock.

Yujin was pissed, to say the least. Her eyes darting to the group of SNU students standing by the entrance videotaping and taking pictures of them. It didn’t take long for them to turn towards the groups of teachers and university official’s that were walking towards them too. Some looked furious, some looked disappointed, some alike Wonyoung — looked shock.

She couldn’t have her lay down forever, not when these many people were suddenly seeing them like this.

So she lended a hand, even though she wished she didn’t after the girl had pushed her down and lead this dessert disaster.

Wonyoung was only able to weakly accept it, pulling herself up to stand with Yujin’s help. Though when she finally was in a close distance standing beside her, Yujin whispered something under her breath.

”Couldn’t you have pushed me less harsh? What the actual fuck is this, Jang?”

Wonyoung clenched her jaw, needing a few seconds to muster up a reasonable response. “Blame me later. We need to talk this out with everyone.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

—

“What were you two thinking? Seriously! During a competition too! Not only the both of you have tarnished the only good relations both KU and Yonsei has with SNU, you’ve also tarnished your reputations as council presidents and have gotten disqualified from your registered debate competition.”

Korea University’s administrative; Lee Chaeyeon said as she was walking back and forth across the meeting room, passing by Yonsei’s own administrative — Miyawaki Sakura. She looked equally as stressed with the situation, a hand placed against the side of her temple.

”Look I completely understand the unnecessary yet reasonable rivalry you two both have considering our schools. But please, dear god, find the right place and time! Not that I’m justifying all the crazy things we each have done but oh my god this situation is now involved with another university.”

Yujin and Wonyoung sat besides each other, heads facing down. It had been the next day since the infamous ‘cake-gate incident’ between the two presidents. Considering how popular they were individually as well as their school’s, their shenanigans blew up on the internet fast — leading them to where they are at the moment; sitting in one of KU’s meeting rooms.

“Wonyoung pushed me.” Yujin suddenly talked.

”You started the whole thing first! You were the one who began to threw me off the first moment we even got to properly talk!” Wonyoung immediately corrected, telling her own side of the story.

The band member scoffed, leaning onto her chair. “And guess who spilt coffee on my shirt the other day earlier?”

”And I offered to do your laundry, Yujin! But you treated me without any ounce of gratitude and respect, so don’t I get to do that too?!” Wonyoung threw her hands in the air as to how ultimately ridiculous this whole thing was. 

“May I remind you both that you are semester three university pupils? You’re not in highschool! Both of you listen to yourselves! Yujin, you are in the wrong for treating Wonyoung that way. And Wonyoung, you’re in the wrong for letting Yujin’s provocations get to you and end up pushing her towards that cake.” Sakura finally decided to speak up, taking off the glasses she wore.

”Thank you Miss Miyawaki.” Chaeyeon released, grabbing two sets of folders that sat in front of the Yonsei administrative. “Enough of this none sense, what we’re gonna need the both of you to do is some good old fashion damage control. And there’s no denying this no matter what you say.”

She each handed them the said folders, and without any sugar coating. Chaeyeon decided to sit herself down in front of the two before talking. “You two are going to start fake dating. Is that clear? To clear the misconceptions, we’re going to say that the whole cake incident was a love quarrel the both of you had gotten into to dissipate the fact that you both despise each other in reality. Your guys’ relationship started a year ago when you both met at some party, clear? This said love quarrel is caused due to one of the parties being tired of a) hiding the relationship b) pretending you both don’t know each other due to the rivalry between schools. This damage control will be done for at least four months — a calculation of when the situation will finally begin to calm down. Understandable?”

The room turned silent, the left over messages of Chaeyeon’s voice echoing against both of their ears at the plan revelation.

“What the fuck…” Was the only thing Yujin could muster.

”This can’t be actually happening.” Was Wonyoung’s own answer.

“Tell me something, the both of you.” Sakura spoke up strictly again, “When you guys took the oath for the student council, it meant that you both were ready to be able to differentiate your personal problems with professional work. This includes this. Break it or make it.”

The room went silent again.

Yujin and Wonyoung made eye contact, a look of conflict shared between them. Even looking at each other felt like placing a finger onto fire.

With a heavy sigh and a big migraine to deal with at home, Yujin took a pen and dragged the folder in front of her. Flipping it open to read the first two pages carefully, it was definitely an official contract.

Her pen hovered above the printed ‘sign here’ text, taking a second before finally signing down and sealing the deal.

Wonyoung could only watch the KU president sign down her autograph against the paper, the sounds the pen made as it scratched against the surface of the contract was heard. It felt like a real calling for the girl, especially when Yujin spun the pen against her fingers before rolling it to the side so it could reach her.

Wonyoung herself was hesitant as she took the pen, biting her tongue in nervousness before she finally signed down too.

”Thank you for being cooperative. At least we now know you two still value your work.” Chaeyeon then said, taking a pause before continuing. “The folder is filled with a list of likes and dislikes of the other person, favourite things, and detailed information you both will need to study of in case you get asked questions.”

Wonyoung and Yujin stared back at each other due to the new information given, eyes twitching with annoyance.

”That’s about it for now, thanks for meeting us. Feel free to plan out things for this drama you will be playing in. Just please do not create an incident like this anymore.” Sakura continued with a small smile.

The two administratives stood up to leave the room, leaving Yujin and Wonyoung alone again against the deafening silence.

”We’re making our own contract.” Wonyoung decided to speak up, though this time avoiding Yujin’s eyes like they were a plague.

Not wanting to create another PR set up, Yujin opened a drawer below her to pull out a provided notebook — ripping out a page before placing it on the desk and pushing her chair back so she could face the Yonsei president. “Do the honours, I guess.”

Wonyoung stared at the given paper, finding herself able to look at Yujin — who for some reason was already looking at her again. She clicked her pen, writing down number one.

”Number one, no kissing or physical touch unless necessary in the given situation.”

Yujin arguably had to agree. “Obviously. We need to show PDA to make it believable, but only when people are looking.”

“Number two, we are not telling anyone how this is fake, no matter what.”

“So I can’t tell at least a friend?” Yujin clicked the tongue, raising an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t it be humiliating? That cake disaster was enough.” Wonyoung muttered under her breath, turning to look at her in the eyes, questioning her.

Yujin stared at her with the same questionable look. Her fingers dribbled lightly against the desk in thought before releasing a sigh, “Fine, that makes sense.”

“Number three, when we are not need necessarily to be seen together, then we wont be.”

”Glad we have more things to agree on.” Yujin answered, looking at the list so far.

“Number four, you’re going to help me prepare for this year’s festival. I know you’re… fine at what you do for this. I’m putting that to use.”

The band member chuckled in surprise, “Admitting that I’m skilled in that specific field, aren’t you?”

 “Take the win, Ahn.” Wonyoung breathed out, about to write number five when Yujin spoke first.

”Heres my take. You’ll need to watch my band’s performances. Free backstage pass or direct front seats, whatever you want. People would kill for that.” The KU president said matter of factly, taking another pen nearby and writing the rule down.

”Isn’t there another option?” Wonyoung groaned, rolling her eyes.

”Theres no way people are gonna believe you’re my girlfriend if you don’t watch my shows, Jang, come on.” Yujin explained shortly, her expression this time focused. So, maybe Yujin really was able to divide between her personal things and professional work.

It was the very least, yet Wonyoung felt the tiniest bit relieved.

“God, fine, whatever. Anything more to add then?” Wonyoung quickly moved on, “And while we’re on this any ideas for a start to make people think we’re actually dating?”

”No, and relax, it’s easy.” Yujin admitted truthfully, taking out her phone. The girl took Wonyoung’s hand who was now free of the pen, bringing it down to place it against their laps, pulling her chair so she could sit closer. She’d then take a quick snap of a picture, releasing their interlocked hands to type something.

Wonyoung was shocked at the sudden contact, nearly pulling her hand away until she saw Yujin’s phone that began to hover over.

The next second, Wonyoung’s phone had a notification. It was an instagram story mention from the girl beside her.

A picture of their interlocked hands, captioned with a simple white heart and her username tagged.

The next notification she received was Yujin following her.

She placed her phone down. “That gave me chills in the worst way possible.”

“I know, me too. Now If you’ll excuse me I have another meeting to attend.” Yujin said as she stood up, walking towards the doors to exit. That was… until she unexpectedly paused in her tracks, looking like she remembered something. “Wait, when does your latest lecture end tomorrow?”

Wonyoung who was only about to be glad that she was leaving had to held back her cheer, taken aback by the question — but for some reason answered regardless. “12 PM.. Why ask?”

“I wanna give them a little show.”

—

Students began walking out of the lecture hall as soon as the professor had left, leaving just a few students who had either fallen asleep or were too busy finishing out assignments in their laptop. The Yonsei president was one of them.

Wonyoung had spent her whole day busying herself in textbooks, barely just remembering what the time was by now. She took off her glasses, massaging the temple of her head as her other hand moved to hang her glasses across the unbuttoned collars of her shirt.

Shutting down her device, the girl packed her things and left the lecture room. Fortunately for her, her schedule was not adjusted, so this was the very last lecture she had for the day.

Walking through the hallway, Wonyoung would feel the stares she received from the people she passed, the people that parted space for her. Something she didn’t ask for, but something she has been getting since this morning after the whole… cake incident.

A part of the girl wanted to run, sprint walk to end to just leave and go home and curse Yujin’s name while throwing darts to her printed picture, yet a part of her just wanted to not care.

“There she is!”

”I can’t believe she’s our council president.. she’s nice and the situation’s funny, but seriously? The thing with KU?”

”Wait so the whole statement was real?”

There goes the whispers.

”I can’t believe it man, this is bad.”

”Anyone or anything involved with KU is bad, dumbass!”

Wonyoung felt like she was living the typical scene in those 2000’s cliché american teenage movies.

”Do you think she’s really dating Ahn Yujin? Or is it some media play thing going on?”

”Come on, if it was media play and they actually hate each other I don’t think Ahn would’ve showed up today.”

Wait what?

Her gaze turned away from her phone and glanced towards the person who said that, them immediately changing their gaze away before Wonyoung could even question what he meant. The Yonsei president turned her attention towards the doors, now completely being able to ignore the whispers and stares.

”Wonyoung! I can’t believe you kept this from us!” Gaeul suddenly said bewildered, a look of disbelief displayed on her face as she suddenly popped up behind the girl. “Leeseo lost a bet because of this! Poor kid.”

She looked at Gaeul with a playfully offended look mixed with nervousness too, ”First of all! — What is this about?? Second of all! Why is she betting in the first place—”

“God you lovesick fools.” Gaeul groaned, pushing Wonyoung by the shoulders to walk her outside.

And the doors were swung open, leading them to the entrance of the university near it’s main lobby. Ahn Yujin stood leaning against her black porsche cayenne. She sported her usual KU varsity (somehow not stained with cake), this time layering some grey zip-up hoodie underneath. She wore another pair of dark jeans, her nikes replaced with some new ones.

The girl had her sunglasses on, seemingly texting on the phone. Yet as Wonyoung came to her view, the KU president rested the said sunglass on the crown of her head to view her better, a gentle smile on her face. She immediately placed her phone away.

Wonyoung was shocked, but when she saw Yujin take out a bouquet of pink roses from the backseat of her car; she was even more flabbergasted.

And as the girl walked closer to the her, that was when Wonyoung noticed the Yonsei varsity she had carried on her other hand.

“Hi,” Yujin said looking at Wonyoung with eyes as if she was the only person in the world, as if they both were the only people in the world.

She couldn’t muster anything, merely taking the bouquet of flowers. She couldn’t believe Yujin was doing this. Though without realising, her face had crooked into a smile. “Pink huh?”

”Your favourites all together.” Yujin replied proudly, glancing a second to see all the commotion building behind due to the students wanting to watch the scene unfolding in front of them. So she did read the list. “Oh and here, I believe this is yours?”

The next second, Yujin was wrapping the Yonsei varsity she carried around her shoulders. It took a minute for Wonyoung to take in all that was happening, “But the cake?—“

”I know a really good laundry, and I may have talked to one of your friends..?”

Wonyoung noticed the multiple very short glances Yujin had made at the crowd behind them. It was an act, she was making sure they were watched.

A part deep inside Wonyoung felt disappointed, but she didn’t let it get to her. She didn’t know why, but she doesn’t want that to happen.

If Yujin wanted to give them a show, then she wanted too.

It took everything in Wonyoung to do what she just did, but she did it anyway just to get a reaction.

She kissed Yujin on her left cheek.

It was chaste, fast, and nearly made Wonyoung loose consciousness at the hilarity of it all. Their situation, their act; everything. And it has barely even been a day.

Yujin now was the one to be taken aback, looking at Wonyoung with surprise, but to her annoyance merely grew a smug smirk instead of a red face.

Then, the girl interlocked their hands, Yujin taking Wonyoung towards her car. Opening up the door for her and everything just to receive gasps or collective ‘ooh’s’ from the people behind.

The door shut as Yujin entered, a roar being heard from the engine after she placed the seatbelt on.

They both could feel the stares at them through the car, and for once Wonyoung was glad at Yujin for having her car windows tinted.

”That was.. something, Ahn.”

”Believe me it annoyed me to hold your hand for more than a second.”

One second she was all sweet, now she was back to the Yujin she knew. Wonyoung clicked her tongue, turning her head to see Yujin who had begun driving off campus grounds. Her smile was replaced by a plain expression, her dimples gone, her kind gaze now blocked with the sunglasses that began to sat on her face again. It was all a play, It was all a play, get it together.

The Yonsei president hated that she felt the slighest bit disappointed.

”The whole university knows,” Wonyoung averted, leaning her head back onto the headrest. “Your plans are working.”

”Of course they are, I’m a genius after all.” Yujin said bluntly with a shrug. 

“What you watch like those cliché highschool movies or something?” Wonyoung teased, opening up her phone. She could begin to feel the shot of eyes that glared under the shades as she turned to her momentarily.

Yujin scoffed, remembering her list of favourites that Wonyoung had been forced to read too. “They’re good films to watch when you want to kill time, Jang. Admit it. You’re tasteless.”

”I have no idea what you’re talking about. La la land will always be my top film.” Wonyoung said truthfully.

”La La Land is good, but it’s just as cliché! It’s a musical.. and it’s sad, come on.” The KU president countered.

”Oh my god as if you don’t have highschool musical on your top 5 favourite films!”

“It’s a classic? It deserves the exception!” Yujin defended, voice sounding surprised at Wonyoung’s take for her.

“So does La La Land.” Wonyoung fought back, not standing down.

Yujin turned back to her for a second, looking at the girl as if she was insane before turning back to the road. “You know what? Fine, I’ll rewatch La Land with you, but you’ll need to rewatch Highschool Musical with me too. Add that to the contract.”

“I’m not spending a movie date with you, Ahn.”

”Are we gonna work together professionally here or not? I’m literally offering you a bare minimum of a truce.”

Wonyoung stared at her for a few seconds, rolling her eyes as she let out a sigh. “Fine, up to you.”

The girl heard Yujin muster out a ‘Great’, voice entwining with satisfaction. Wonyoung on the other hand sank into the leather seat in defeat. Her head leaning onto the window to see the roads, eyebrows furrowing in remembrance. “Ahn, where are we going?”

”Hangang park. You like the ice cream there, right? I figured it’d be a nice place to take pictures.”

Wonyoung felt a thump in her chest.

”How’d you know?”

”The list..?” Yujin answered half truthfully, not wanting to admit that she had to scroll through Wonyoung’s story highlights to learn the fact.

“I don’t remember telling Ms. Miyawaki that..” Wonyoung questioned to herself quietly, yet Yujin didn’t hear.

What Wonyoung didn’t know was that Yujin purposefully did not hear so that she couldn’t bring up the topic on how again. 

The next 10 minutes of the car ride was silent, Yujin mainly focusing on driving and Wonyoung having her eyes on the road. Her ears caught the sound of one of her favourite songs playing on the radio, finally moving by reaching front to turn the volume up only to meet Yujin’s hands, who due to the air conditioning of the car, was now cold rather than the warm ones she had used to held Wonyoung during their little play on the campus. Yet as cold as they were, Wonyoung couldn’t help but feel the electrified touch as their fingers met on accident.

They both froze, their hold still colliding with each other, Yujin swallowed a lump in her throat.

Wonyoung merely blinked.

But then as the last few seconds pass and their hands was still in the same place they were, Yujin gained back her consciousness, reeling down her hand to change the AC temperature instead before returning back to the steering wheel. Wonyoung on the other side had snapped back into her thoughts too at the other girl’s movement, biting her tongue as she hesitantly turned up the volume, placing her hand back down on her lap after.

None of them dared to speak.

—

The rest of Yujin’s day was taken over by her Yonsei rival, having a small picnic, eating ice cream, cycling together, and taking lots of pictures. Not only was her memory filled of Jang Wonyoung, but as much as she refused to admit, so was her phone gallery now. After dropping Wonyoung off, the girl drove her way to the studio.

”Ah there she is. Never late council president Ahn Yujin, I wonder if the reason you’ve lost track of your schedule today for practice is due to a certain blue jacket bearer?”

”You speak as if you’re in the 1800’s, Ryujin.” She’d reply, shaking her head and placing her own jacket down on the sofa, watching the bassist with a weird stare.

”No but seriously, Yujin! We’re your closest friends and you never told us you’ve been dating Jang Wonyoung for the past year? I thought you were still hung up on Minju!” Kazuha then spoke, a hand reaching into the bag of chips Minjeong had offered, her other hand busy on the drum stick that spun against her fingers.

”I agree. You could’ve told us at least. Man, I didn’t expect to see you covered with cake yesterday evening all over our campus news, and more over! I didn’t expect for Ahn Yujin to date Yonsei’s own president Jang Wonyoung!” Minjeong then added in, placing the bag of chips away to tune her guitar. 

Now Yujin was leaning her neck in despair, needing to think of an excuse, or a very good lie. She was able to do it when they replied to the story she posted of Wonyoung through instagram DM. This was a different case face to face.

”Look I—” Yujin started, running a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry for not telling you guys. I was, well.. I guess afraid..? I uh, I didn’t know how to bring the subject up… especially after your case with Yeji, Ryu. You two were both in the KU vs. Yonsei situation too, I didn’t wanna… make it worse.”

The three band members looked at each other, Ryujin merely sending Yujin a small smile. It was one with an appreciating yet sad feel. “Me and Yeji were.. something, but it’s okay. We’re still in contact I suppose. But what’s important right now is you, Ahn. I’m glad you’re over Kim, for a year even. That’s really great!”

Yujin just smiled in return, because for the first time in a while, she didn’t think of Minju at all until this conversation was brought up. “Thanks,  sorry again for keeping this from you all. It’s.. been hard, trust me.”

Kazuha and Minjeong laughed, releasing a snort before the drummer talked again. “Don’t worry about it, we were teasing you. It’s fine really, we all know you’ve got a good reason anyway.”

Ryujin ended up nodding, laughing too. “Yeah definitely. Should we start now then? I can’t wait to see the lovey-dovey lyrics you’ve probably written about her.”

Yujin laughed nervously, “I forgot to bring my notebook today, so..!” 

They boo’d her, and Yujin could only snort.

Band practice was as usual, fun and enlighting. The quad had always loved music, turning it into their main passion as early as their second year in high school. Yes, they’ve been on a long run ever since then. The whole school then knew of them, and now the whole university and more people had heard their name. They grew their fanbase, but most importantly, they grew themselves.

Yujin, as much as she tried to stay humble, was the most notable member of the band to say the least. Being the only vocalist but also lead guitarist landed her the spotlight to be the face of the group. She was a package in one; great at her studies with having either the first or second rankings every semester, very much well loaded in terms of money, is the council president, pretty much could play every instrument, loves photography, and has an additional hobby of skateboarding.

Ryujin was the wild card, but of course in the best way possible. Known for her pretentious parties, and her player reputation. Although mostly seen by others as a red-flag to be avoided, the closest to her knows what she truly is like. Ryujin’s kind, surprisingly gentle, and always puts others first before her. Her rockstar style and image contrasting with her true personality. Alike Yujin, she too was great at her studies and part of the student council, being the leader of the creative section. She’s the bassist of the band, she loves night rides on her motorcycle, and most of all she loves rocking up the stage when they’re performing.

Kazuha, oh sweet Kazuha. If Ryujin was the wild card, she was the opposite. Being the drummer of the band, most people would think she’d be a hipster, but she was not. There wasn’t a single person on campus who didn’t know Kazuha. She wasn’t a council member, and her grades weren’t on the same level as Yujin and Ryujin, but she always liked to remain on the top 10 rankings. She’s soft spoken, understanding, and never hesitates to put her heart on her sleeve for people — no matter how much time she had gotten hurt due to that. The girl loves reading, especially comics and novels, staying up all night to finish a book, or cooping herself up in the library during lunch. Yet her kind nature doesn’t falter the drummer image she’ll always hold on stage, her skills are always not to be taken for granted.

Then there’s Minjeong, or some people call her as ‘Winter’ due to her stand off-ish personality. In truth, she’s just mostly on the introverted side. Minjeong’s the rhythm guitarist, she loves playing the guitar as much as she loves to stay at home. She wasn’t the high achiever type, her grades sometimes being good, average, or lower than so depending on how busy her schedule is. Other than being part of the band, she’s also captain of the campus’ girl’s basketball team. No matter how many times she might miss band practice due to a match, the girls always support her. Minjeong loves painting or drawing as a whole, but she also loves collecting vinyls. Yujin can’t count on how many of those old jazz vinyls the girl has, on the most part she knows how much Minjeong treasures them.

They were the people that had circled around Yujin’s life for years. Stayed and helped her through her up’s and downs, they were the very few of people she had let into her life. They were the people she treasured.

But now, there might arrive another figure into Yujin’s chaotic yet fun life to come unexpectedly. And that was Wonyoung. Jang Wonyoung, president of their rival school. Yonsei University’s student council. Her rival who she had just met the other day but had gone so fast to this. The one who got her to spill her coffee all over herself. The one she dragged into the ‘cake-gate’ mess. The one she’s fake dating to save their school’s reputation. The one who likes the colour pink, the one who likes roses, the person who loves to bake cookies, the one who’s favourite season keeps changing between fall and summer, the one who had forced her to try pistachio ice cream hours before — and the one who somehow managed to make her like pistachio ice cream. Irritatingly gorgeously clever Jang Wonyoung who somehow again through a two hour ‘date’ managed to change small parts of her views on her. Irritatingly perfect Jang Wonyoung who has eyes that could pierce through her, Irritatingly kind Jang Wonyoung who helped her when she fell from her bike before, Irritatingly amazing Jang Wonyoung who had managed to be stuck on Yujin’s mind through a different image than yesterday. Irritatingly council president Jang Wonyoung who had made her heart beat a thousand miles when she kissed her on the cheek when she merely wanted to keep up with their fake dating agenda.

It’s been two days. Two. Days.

Yujin pushed her thoughts away. As far as she could, but she couldn’t help to think of the girl and how she herself would feel

What had turned into days after days, turned weeks after weeks, and now three months had passed, Yujin had exchanged numbers with the girl during their hang out at Hangang Park. They texted nearly all day, and all night. They both had accepted the reality that they each had enjoyed each other’s company, and settled into being good friends as they’re still dating in others eyes. It would make things less easier, at least that’s what they thought. It became like a routine for them; Yujin who drove her to campus, picked her up to go home with flowers every time without being late, Yujin who Wonyoung always called if she needed a ride anywhere (even though she has her own vehicle), Wonyoung who Yujin invites to band practice and her shows, Wonyoung who Yujin introduces to her closest friends and recently her parents, Yujin who always delivers Wonyoung her daily dose of latte at her favourite coffee shop every morning, Yujin who goes on study ‘dates’ with her, Wonyoung who made Yujin laugh the most, Yujin who made Wonyoung smile by doing the littlest things.

“Babe,” Yujin called out, taking out her wallet from her pocket. Her other hand busy placing itself around Wonyoung’s shoulder. “Do you want matcha? or boba?”

Wonyoung’s head turned up, eyes blinking. Sure they were with their friends, and they used nicknames to seal the deal with others, but they were sitting down on the table — and the both of them were by the cashier, there wasn’t any need for it since it was just the both of them.. the arm was fine since the others could look and see… but they wouldn’t be able to hear, so why was Yujin—

“I’ll have matcha.” Wonyoung responded. Shutting her thoughts out, Yujin probably just wanted to be careful.

She watched Yujin close and place her wallet back, the wallet that now held a polaroid picture of Wonyoung slipped into the photo holder. It was when they celebrated the girl’s birthday in a restaurant, and Wonyoung was beaming at the glowing candles that stood in the cake in front of her.

After paying, they turned, and that was when Wonyoung noticed the KU varsities two people had worn sitting by the table in front of the cashier. That must’ve been why Yujin had called her that. She does have a good eye.

“What’d you two order?” Leeseo asked, moving her attention from the game Ryujin was playing on her phone.

”Matchas, you?” Yujin answered, sitting down, Wonyoung followed beside her.

“Strawberry smoothie.” Leeseo replied, “Ryujin unnie ordered chocolate ice cream.”

”Don’t get your throat cold before the show this week Ryu.” Yujin reminded with a chuckle, leaning onto the chair.

”I have no idea what you’re saying right now I’m literally beating these people up.” Ryujin answered briefly, eyes glaring at her phone, fingers moving swiftly against the screen. Yujin could only shake her head.

Wonyoung laughed, looking at Yujin’s face, taking a bite of the croissant the group had ordered from before. Yujin, Wonyoung, and Leeseo talked for a while until their conversation was cut with Ryujin’s loud “Dammit!”

Yujin facepalmed, Wonyoung snorted.

Leeseo on the other hand merely grinned, “Finally, you lost! Thought you left us to your virtual world there.”

”That’s very impolite of you, Lee.” Ryujin joked, shaking her head as she let her phone flop onto the table, head resting against the ends of the armchair’s head. It lifted back again when the girl got reminded of something. “Ah right, are you three going to the party?”

”Ryujin..”

”Ryu!”

“Oooh I wanna go!” Leeseo suddenly spoke up excitedly.

”Ah right, the kid’s here..” She muttered quietly, scratching the back of her neck. “Ask them for permission, Leeseo, they’re practically your parents!”

Leeseo groaned, rolling her eyes. “I’m literally on my second semester! That’s not bad!” 

“Leeseo no, you’re young, college parties are not it!” Wonyoung made sure, folding her arms. “You can go on your third!”

”But that’s like.. a year! And I’m just one year younger! Please? One time, come on unnie. Plus, I know Yujin unnie had went to that one party on her first one.”

”Yujin is not to be followed.” Wonyoung replied quickly, flashing the girl an apologising look.

Yujin already seemed offended, “Wow, You wound me.”

”I’m sorry, but not right now.” Wonyoung replied, pinching her arm, causing the girl to jump slightly. “Leeseo, on your third semester, trust me.”

“Oh come on, let her go for once?” Ryujin tried to make her consider, and Wonyoung shook her head immediately.

Yujin who was mostly silent finally spoke up, “How about you watch her, Ryu? Bring Kazuha and Minjeong too, they can take care of her?”

”What?! Yujin!” Wonyoung snapped, turning her head shocked, “Ryujin’s gonna play beer pong all night and take body shots, no offense, Ryujin, Minjeong’s gonna be taking care of Ryujin at the end, Kazuha’s probably gonna be with Chaewon too!”

”Okay look, Ryujin is responsible. She can probably hold back, and if she doesn’t, she’ll probably make Leeseo follow her, and if they do get drunk.. like you said Minjeong’s there! Kazuha will probably be with Chaewon, but that just makes it better as the both of them will watch over her!” Yujin tried to reason, wanting Leeseo to at least have the experience as she wishes for.

”Absolutely not!” Wonyoung countered, looking at Yujin as if she was crazy.

”Hey! I am responsible!”

”You’re not,” Leeseo muttered, “But that makes it fun!”

Ryujin clicked her tongue, shrugging in acceptance. “That makes sense.”

“See!” Wonyoung flew her arm off to the scene in front of her.

Yujin took her hand, and Wonyoung’s angry expression began to calm down as much as she didn’t want it to. Yujin sent her a smile, “Just once? If anything happens believe me I will stand front.”

The two girls locked eyes, and Wonyoung’s face faltered. The way Yujin looked at her with such sincerity was making her stomach do flips she didn’t even realise. After a few long silences in which Ryujin could only stare amusedly and Leeseo hoping she could go, Wonyoung finally released a sigh before speaking. “Fine. But Ryujin, absolutely do not let her take body shots, OR to be taken body shots from. If I hear Leeseo do any of that, I’m running into that studio and throwing your bass out.”

“Yes!” Leeseo cheered, “Thank you Yujin unnie!”

Yujin only nodded with a grin, squeezing Wonyoung’s hand before letting it go. 

Ryujin straightened up at Wonyoung’s threat, saluting off as if the girl was her leader. But then, she nudged Leeseo by the side before whispering to her. “So kid, you said you wanted to learn how to ride a manual motorbike? She didn’t mention any of those as a rule.”

Leeseo’s grin only grew larger, nodding as soon as Ryujin asked the question.

”Great! I’ll see you at the park after this.”

—

“How do I look?” Wonyoung asked, looking at the mostly simple make up she had done on herself, placing the cap of the lipstick back on. She was wearing a crop top, her varsity once again worn over her, yet this time had sported a pin of Yujin’s band by the big ‘Y’. She wore a pair of sneakers, and a white skirt that went along her waist just right.

Yujin looked up from the guitar she was playing (yes she ended up placing one in Wonyoung’s dorm due to how often she came to visit), watching Wonyoung turn to look at her. Her simple make up contrasted against the red lipstick she wore, but somehow with her, it just made it even better — it complimented her best. Her hair was wavy as it ran down her shoulders. She tried her best to not drop her instrument at that moment.

”You’re staring, is it bad?” The Yonsei president then questioned.

”What? No!” Yujin immediately said, snapping out of her thoughts. She stood up from the bed, placing her instrument away. “The red lip, it’s a classic, but it suits you. I like it, and you look pretty.” She started. “Though are you sure the skirt isn’t a little bit too tight?”

Wonyoung could only laugh. “I’m okay, promise. Thanks though.”

The girl merely watched Yujin’s face turn to a ‘are you sure’ type of look, and she studied how her face of worry turned to reassurement as Wonyoung nodded once more.

As always, oppositely to Wonyoung, Yujin wore the red to her blue. She wore black cargos, and her own classical jordans. Yujin wore a white plain t-shirt underneath, and her hair by now had grown more longer than before.

“Then let’s go.” Yujin said, looking at her with a smile before opening the dorm room for her, letting the girl exit before she herself did so too.

The drive to Ryujin’s place was fast, only taking barely 10 minutes to arrive at the bassist’s family mansion who had been decorated with LED, disco lights, and what Yujin guessed to be big balloons floating around the pool in front. The parking space by the garage was reserved for the band member’s only, and that was where they got off. Wonyoung stared at the house in amazement, never seeing a party to be such… like a party..? She doesn’t know how to explain it, but now she understands what all the hype was of the ones Ryujin hosts.

Yujin opened the car for her, and that was when she stepped out. Her gaze caught Yujin, how she looked around in amazement to the house, how her released breath fogged up in the air due to the arriving winter, how the light reflects on the chain she wore along her neck, how she turned back to Wonyoung with an earnest smile.

She stepped out, and Yujin spoke. “Look up there,” she pointed at the sky. Wonyoung pivotted slightly to adjust her angle better, she felt their shoulders brushed momentarily as Yujin pointed towards the starry sky.

”It’s..” Wonyoung released a breath, causing Yujin to turn to see her, whose gaze was still fixated on the sky. “It’s really pretty.”

”Yeah, really pretty.” Yujin agreed absentmindedly, looking at Wonyoung longer before relentlessly changing her gaze away.

Their attention was taken away when roars of engine was heard, causing both girls to turn their heads, seeing a girl park the black Triumph bonneville T120, the all too familiar bike Yujin knows belongs to Ryujin — and the plate number too. Another bike came to park beside it, a black ninja 400. That was Minjeong, she knew definitely just from the helmet she wore. The two watched the girls get off their bikes, and taking off their helmets. 

Yujin expected Minjeong with the Kawasaki Ninja, but she did not expect Leeseo to be the one driving Ryujin’s bonneville!

The two bikers face bumped with a laugh, and Wonyoung’s jaw was on the floor.

”Lee Hyunseo! Who taught you that!” Wonyoung said with shock, immediately running to her. “You’re not hurt are you? Are you wearing gear?”

“No, mom.” Leeseo teased, taking off her gloves before shaking her head. “Ryujin unnie taught me, and Minjeong unnie accompanied me so I could get use to the manual bike more.. and yes I am wearing gear, look at my boots! and my knees!”

”They can definitely watch over her babe, don’t worry too much.” Yujin said, walking front and patting her shoulder.

Minjeong faked a gag, causing Yujin to chuckle. The rhythm guitarist placed both hands on Leeseo’s shoulder, making them walk towards the door. “None of that lovey-dovey shit in front of me, I beg you Ahn. Me and Ryujin are gonna watch over Leeseo as you promise, just stay five feet away at all costs.”

Wonyoung could only scoff, shaking her head. “Your friends are an influence.”

”She loves them.” Yujin corrected, laughing with amusement.

”Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, following the rhythmic guitarist who had went inside, and dragged her own feet inside the house with Yujin trailing behind her. It was filled with people, and although it’s large size, the amount of already drunk people dancing to the loud music playing was surprising. 

Wonyoung instinctively, turned her head to find Yujin’s hand, who was already searching for her’s the moment they entered. 

They then met, Yujin immediately intertwining them to have a better hold. The crowd made way for them like the red sea, in an instant all the attention was pulled towards them. Their entwined hands, how Wonyoung pulled the KU president as if she was a lost puppy. Yujin’s proud smile that was faint on her lips as the girl pulled her, and all she did was follow.

They entered into a different section of the house, where most of the people weren’t hoarding by now. It was a larger place than the entrance. A pool table was by the side; and a bar was by it’s right, some were sitting, some were standing against the walls, and some were playing pool — the house owner included.

”There you all are!” Ryujin beamed, pausing her game with Gaeul and raising the pool stick to stand next to her. “Feel free to do anything you want. Drink, order something from outside restaurants to eat to send here, or smoke — just do that outside though, have fun and dance.. but..” She looked between Yujin and Wonyoung, “Just don’t fuck anywhere else except the bathroom or your rooms.” 

“Oh don’t forget about the other lovebirds in room here, Ryujin.” Gaeul reminded her, walking back to the pool area, holding a cold glass of beer in her hands.

Kazuha merely laughed, Chaewon’s giggles heard from beside her too as they held the pool sticks. Ryujin shot her eyes at the two, “Applies for the both of you two as well.”

Kazuha raised her hands in the air as an agreement. “Whatever you wish for Shin.”

Yujin and Wonyoung couldn’t meet each other’s eyes for that moment, Yujin’s ears in particular turning red. Yet the girl merely shook her head, and regained her composure. “You think too low of me.”

“If you say so, Ahn.” Ryujin said before tapping the stick against the floor, “So, any of you up for a game of pool?” 

Kazuha whistled, “Instead of pool, since everyone’s here, why not a round of spin the bottle?”

“Won’t be fair if it’s just us, Invite some of the people here too.” Minjeong spoke up, already holding up an empty bottle.

”Gather some people here won’t you?”

After a few minutes, the room was now filled with a circle of people sitting down against the carpet. It was mostly kids from KU, notably from nature; but some were not really identified. Hell it could be just strangers who saw a party and decided to walk in for the hell of it.

Yujin as always, sat crosslegged beside the Yonsei president. She looked around the circle of people, besides the familiar faces of her friends, someone who sat opposite of her caught her eyes. 

Kim Minju.

Right, her ex, the one she was so hung up on for months. She didn’t know if the older girl had read her mind or not, but now their eyes had met, and she looked just as surprised.

Besides her, Wonyoung who seemed to have been asking Yujin something but was not responded followed her gaze, and saw the girl who was looking back at her. It’d be a fool of her to not know who the girl was, at least not after the pictures and stories Gaeul had told her about Kim Minju and Ahn Yujin, KU’s notorious ‘It couple’ from the last one and a half year or so.

Rumours said they broke up because the older girl had cheated.

Wonyoung knew, but never wanted to ask Yujin in case the matter was still sensitive for her.

But when she was looking at her through this moment and perspective, she couldn’t help but try to shove the hurt in her heart away. Something she tried to ignore and somehow couldn’t help but wonder why she even felt that way in the first place when it wasn’t her in the situation that she got supposedly cheated on.

She changed her gaze away, moving the hand that was placed over the lead guitarist’s on her lap.

But Wonyoung was surprised when the hand suddenly had grabbed her back, and instead of landing on her lap, it landed on Yujin’s. Her fingers trailed along Wonyoung’s owns, playing the slim rings she wore, her head down now to focus on the girl’s hand. “Sorry, that caught me off guard.”

Wonyoung released a breath, “I know, It’s okay.”

“Heres the deal, you don’t kiss, you drink a shot. You make out, I’ll give you VIP seat tickets for this week’s show. Anyone disagree?” Ryujin spoke out loud, and the room was filled with cheers and claps. 

Ryujin spun the bottle first, and it landed on some second year girl majoring in art. The biker wasted no time hesitating and pulled her into a kiss, of course after asking permission. That was Shin Ryujin. Fast, cuts to the chase, but still leaves that affect of wonder to you if you see what she does.

Minjeong jokingly covered Leeseo’s eyes.

The girl merely groaned in response, yanking them away.

The bottle spun to pick it’s next target, taking a few seconds before landing upon none other than Ahn Yujin.

Yujin groaned, looking at Wonyoung with a small smile for a second before spinning it back against the floor.

It spun, spun, and spun. The bottle came to a slow halt, and when Yujin looked to see where it landed, her shoulders dropped: Why was it Kim Minju again?

Wonyoung’s heart thumped.

The two locked eyes again that night, and all the students that sat in that circle began whispering due to their past.

Yujin didn’t waste any second; turning her head to face Ryujin, “Wheres my shot?”

The Yonsei president didn’t realise she had been holding her breath again.

The collective ‘ooh’s’ that followed them came back the moment she said that, Ryujin merely looking at her smugly before pouring vodka onto her shot. Yujin taking it with no hesitancy before downing the glass down.

She placed it down, her face scrunching for a second as she felt the heat that passed down her throat. Yujin placed the glass down, and her eyes met Minju’s unreadable ones again before immediately turning away to spin the bottle once more.

The game took a few turns, few made out, most wanted to make out but ended up just kissing, some chickened out. It landed on Chaewon and the girl immediately pounced on Kazuha, she seemed surprised, but just gave in nonetheless. They weren’t even wanting the ticket, Yujin was sure she just played to make out with her. Minjeong, as usual, faked a gag at the scene.

The bottle was spun, and it chose Wonyoung as it’s nth victim.

The Yonsei president could only chuckle nervously, Yujin tried to ignore her racing hearbeat the moment the girl spun the glass bottle against the floor.

For some reason, Yujin had decided to glare onto it, she didn’t know what she hoped it did. To not make Wonyoung land against some douche person? Sure that could work. 

..Or was it so it could land on her? 

No, definitely not. I mean, why would she wish that? They were just close friends, hilariously they became friends of the play they were situated in, so why would she hope for it to land on her? For Wonyoung’s spin to land on her? Even if it did, they wouldn’t kiss. Kisses on cheeks and foreheads was easier to get used to when they had to do it for their needed PDA sometimes, but a direct mouth to mouth kiss? It was too much, even though it was in the contract, it was only for a necessary situation.. and this wasn’t one where they desperately needed to do it to prove they were dating right? It’s just a game after all, and again, even if it did land on her, Wonyoung could just make a lie that they don’t want to end up taking things too far..? Right? It was just a game anyway, and actually, why did they even agree on playing this stupid game? the prize was stupid too anyway.. well maybe cool since it was VIP seats for their show but still so relentlessly stu—

The collective whistles caused her to snap out of her thoughts. 

She could feel everyone’s stare at her, and her heart thumped. Yujin’s gaze moved towards the bottle that was pointing at her. The bottle that Wonyoung spun chose her.

Yujin turned to Wonyoung, who finally turned to look at her too after seconds of contemplating. A look of contemplation and hesitance was hidden behind her smile.

“We don’t have to if you’re not—“ 

“Are you uncomfortable?” They mouthed to each other.

Wonyoung took a second, but shook her head nonetheless. Yujin could still feel the blaring stares at everyone in the room, everyone who had their eyes on them both.

Gaeul began chanting for them to kiss, causing Wonyoung to only laugh even more nervously when she heard others follow her.

Yujin could practically feel her heart racing in her own ears; she wonders if Wonyoung could hear it too.

They looked more into each other, as if trying to convey something with their eyes. That moment, both Yujin and Wonyoung couldn’t hear any one else in the room, except the thumping of their own hearts, and the breaths they took. It was only them; and what felt like hours were merely barely even a second in passing time because it was only the two of them in the room, the two of them in the party — in the house, the two of them in the country, the two of them in the world, it was only the two of them in the universe. Only they existed. Yujin felt herself leaning closer, gaze averting from her eyes towards the red lips that already just looks so inviting. She wants to know how they feel against her own, she wants to know how they taste. How the gears in her head will shift for her to think of it. 

Wonyoung closed her eyes, feeling Yujin’s breath against her’s. And the next second, she felt soft lips colliding onto her owns. No matter how much she prepared herself in that moment, she wasn’t prepared at all.

She wasn’t prepared at how soft Yujin’s lips were, they were better than she has ever (admit fully) imagined. She couldn’t think much other than how good it felt. How satisfying it felt, how that satisfaction caused her to only grow more burning dissatisfactory, how it just wasn’t enough yet, how she wanted her closer.

She hoped Yujin didn’t read her mind, but when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, she was glad if she did. How their lips moved together in sync against each other so perfectly was what Wonyoung questioned, but she didn’t bother to think much when having Yujin’s lips on her felt like a missing puzzle piece finally found.

The kiss was mostly slow, but to everyone who was watching, it was clearly conveying unsaid emotions and passion. Yujin’s hand moved to the back of her neck, angling herself better just to be closer to her. Wonyoung found herself clutching tightly onto the hem of Yujin’s jacket by it’s buttons, pulling her somehow even more closer. She was craving for her at that point. The cheers that were heard muffled to the ears by them caused Yujin to slightly smile into the kiss. Wonyoung however felt her chest tightening, signifying her running out of breath and decided to part away.

Their ears didn’t become muffled anymore, a wave of realisation hitting upon them. Both of them felt like they’ve lost consciousness during the moment. Wonyoung opened her eyes to see Yujin who was already looking at her, then leaned back in to give her a short peck.

The KU president then turned, trying to play it cool. Wonyoung could practically feel her whole face was heated up, she wanted to bury herself in a hole. She glanced at Yujin who was licking her lips momentarily, her eyes dragged itself to her reddening ears.

Wonyoung turned her attention back to bottle, a smile still unable to get itself off of her face.

“Oh my god, I need to get my eyes bleached.” Minjeong said out loud, groaning in annoyance, halfly regretting on playing the game.

All Yujin and Wonyoung could do was laugh. They both knew they were gonna hear a lot from their own friends the next day.

The rest of spin bottle ended as soon as she hoped. Yujin couldn’t look Wonyoung in the eye, she was.. nervous. All she got reminded of was the kiss back there the moment she even locked eyes with the girl. It was taking up her mind like a fog, and the alcohol she began to drank didn’t help it either. 

Wonyoung on the other hand, started to feel the distance Yujin had placed her to ever since the game. She herself needed it to get her head right after what even just happened, so she didn’t complain, or muster up any sort of thing.

The girl found herself going over to some other part of the house, one where it was filled with a crowd of people dancing to who knows what. She couldn’t focus on the song when she was trying to go through the bodies of people that smelled like sweat, and mostly alcohol. Hell, she even lost track of Gaeul due to them, but she knew the older girl was probably just joining in the crowd somewhere. 

This was why Wonyoung wasn’t the biggest fans of parties, but relentlessly, the girl took a sip from her cup anyway. She leaned against the stairway, her eyes landing upon the TV that showed lyrics of the song. Glancing down, she saw Yujin once again — she sat by the sofa. But she wasn’t looking at her, she was looking at Kim Minju, who had sat beside her and began talking to her.

Wonyoung didn’t even realise she was holding the plastic cup so tightly, that it began to deform itself.

“You look well out here now,” Minju started, sitting herself down on the leather sofa. “It’s been a while. I haven’t heard from you for..? How long has it been? Months, right?”

Yujin turned her head, already knowing who it was just from the voice. Adjusting her arm that lay above the sofa’s head to place it back on her lap. “I’m doing better than I ever was.”

It was silence between them, the only thing reaching their ears were the loud music that went over the speakers.

“Yujin, I’m still sorry—“

”You didn’t have a choice.”

Minju sighed, “Yes, but that didn’t mean that I should’ve just dumped you. Stopped talking to you as a friend even. Sure.. I’m dating him because of my father’s orders but that doesn’t mean I didn’t loved you. I’m sorry for that.”

“It’s..” Yujin took a breath, taking a drink from her cup. “It’s fine, Minju. I’m happy with where I am now, and I know you are too.”

“..Thank you for that.” Minju responded, sending her a smile. “I’ll.. I’ll uhm, get going. I don’t want Jaemin to go looking for me. You should find Wonyoung too.”

Her hand lingered on her shoulder as she stood and left. Yujin’s eyes turned towards the liquid that swirled in her plastic cup. Downing it down in one go. Her head then glanced upwards, searching around the sea of people.

Her gaze met Wonyoung’s who was already looking at her through the dark room. The only lights that shone upon them both were the LED lighting that reflected off of the disco ball that hung from the ceiling.

It was one look that said so much, Yujin’s smile faintly faded by a slight as she watched the girl turn her head away to talk to some guy that stood in front of her. Infamous hockey player Park Sunghoon. The sport wasn’t the only thing he plays, Yujin had heard.

She watched the two talk, Wonyoung chuckling at something he had said. Yujin wasn’t an easily jealous person, that was something she knows of herself. She was fine with Wonyoung talking to the guy, yet still, the girl placed her cup down to stand up from the sofa.

She began to take her time walking through the crowds of people, but then she saw Sunghoon place his hand on the girl’s wrist — Wonyoung jumping at his hold, and she was even more taken aback when the hockey player started to try to pull her up the stairs.

Yujin’s feet never walked and pushed through the crowds of people harder in her life. Her face twitched.

Wonyoung was resisting him, trying to yank her own wrist away from his hold — but his grip was too firm.

”Park, let her go.”

Sunghoon and Wonyoung turned their heads, the Yonsei president felt herself froze in her feet. Yujin’s voice laced something that meant a threat. She never heard her that way. Not even when they just started their whole contract out.

”Now you’re here, Ahn? Wow. I thought you were too busy with your ex.” Sunghoon scoffed.

”We talked casually.” Yujin spoke short, “I don’t owe you an explanation, it’s Wonyoung who I do. Now let my fucking girlfriend go.”

Wonyoung felt herself flinch at Yujin’s words, her heart racing with panic. Yet Yujin reached out to hold her hand softly — contrasting to her voice and expression that she had on towards the guy.

“She said she wanted to see the starry night, I’m only taking her up as request.”

”Did you not feel her tugging away? You’re hurting her. Let her go, Park Sunghoon.” Yujin replied harshly, voice louder than before. She pulled Wonyoung closer to her side.

Sunghoon could only grin, making his hold on the girl even tighter. Wonyoung writhed in pain.

Yujin saw red.

She letted go of Wonyoung’s hand then quickly charged at the hockey player’s face with all her might, her fist flying a punch at Sunghoon’s right cheek — wiping the smug right off his face, and loosening the grip he had held on Wonyoung.

The sound of the hit rang through the walls, some people by the floor turning their heads to see the situation by the feet of the stairs.

Wonyoung felt her now free hand covering her dropped jaw. Yujin pulled the girl a step down behind her. 

The hockey player stumbled on his feet, ending up slightly crouching and holding the place of attack. Sunghoon opened his mouth to move his jaw, trying to recompose himself from the harsh strike. Red started to form around the area; Yujin knew it was going to bruise.

“That’s how you want to play?” Sunghoon spat, chuckling as he got himself back up.

Sunghoon charged at her, Yujin felt the pain struck through her lips. She knew it tore, and she could hear Wonyoung’s yell of her name laced with worry, but all she wanted was to see Sunghoon taken over by pain. 

She grabbed the boy by his shirt, and threw him down the rest of the staircase as he landed against the floor, a hand barely holding onto the railings.

Yujin kicked it, making him drop the hand with a groan.

She dropped down the steps, ready to charge back at the hockey player. Wonyoung grabbed the hand she was about to use. Her head turned.

”Yujin! Stop it!”

Her ragged breath became slower.

”Don’t do this, please. It’s okay.”

Her hand was beginning to drop.

But Yujin’s eyes caught the forming mark of a bruise that began to form on Wonyoung’s wrist.

She was furious.

Yujin felt herself getting punched in the stomach, air knocked out of her as she stumbled backwards, hitting her back against the door.

Wonyoung lost her grip. Tears filled her eyes.

Her vision caught Sunghoon flying his fist once more towards her direction, and she reacted fast enough to dodge it. The girl grabbed his arm, regaining her own strength back to pull him pinned against the door. Yujin punched him through his jaw, brows furrowing with anger. Her fists burning with wounds, but she didn’t care at all.

The whole crowd was watching them, she could feel it as she send punches, received punches, and avoided them.

Sunghoon found a way to send her away with a kick, Yujin finding herself flown to hit the glass table. It burned even more.

She got herself up, hands trembling as she held herself against the broken shards below her. She watched Sunghoon run her way, and the girl stood her ground. Managing to barely avoid his hit once again, and grabbed the collar of his shirt, balling them into her fist. Her other hand flew to his face again. Blood began to drop from his nose. Yujin could only glare, letting go of her grip and letting him stumble backwards.

”What the fuck is going on here?!” Ryujin’s voice shouted over the scene, the girl entering the room with widened eyes — Leeseo trailing beside her, Kazuha and Chaewon entering hurriedly from the other entrance.

Sunghoon ignored her, and the moment Yujin saw his feet adjust himself, and his arms lifting back up, so did she.

And just when they were about to wound the other more, they were held back.

Gaeul had found her way to hold the hockey player tightly with his own teammate she recognised to be Jake.

Yujin was held back by Wonyoung and Minjeong.

Both were trying to escape from the grasps of those who held them down, but with the amount of hits they’ve each took and received, their energy had gone too low to resists.

What was left was eyes that glared holes onto the other.

Jake seemed to look like he had dealt with the situation more times that he should’ve, making Gaeul let go of her hold on the hockey player and letting his teammate drag him where else.

Yujin felt herself stumble on her own two feet the moment she felt Minjeong release her grip, her faint voice saying that she’ll get the medkit for her and told Wonyoung to stay.

“Alright, party’s over. Everyone get out!” Ryujin shouted over again, opening the entrance door as people boo’d in response, still however finding their way out the door.

Wonyoung held her by her shoulders from the side. “Yujin your—“

”Upstairs — Third floor. West side. Take me there.”

Minjeong came back as fast as she could, handing Wonyoung the medkit before releasing a breath. “Third floor on the west wing? — Yujin that’s far, are you crazy? Look at your condition.”

”Just take me there.” She muttered weakly, Wonyoung’s heart shattered at the sight.

”You’re hurt, Yujinnie.”

”It’s okay, I’m okay.”

Wonyoung looked at Minjeong, who only released a sigh and nodded. Wonyoung couldn’t do anything but to comply with her request, helping her walk up the flight of stairs as careful as she could, even if it was exhausting.

“Yujin.. which room?”

”Hm..?” The girl hummed, looking up to see the large hallway. “Farthest one on the right.” She’d reply quietly.

Wonyoung’s heavy steps finally reached the door, opening it with the side of her arm. Entering together with Yujin before closing the door with her feet.

The room was dark, only dim lighting filled it. Large window panes were covered by the curtains, Wonyoung could see the small details of the room too, like the picture by the bed frame of the band mates together on stage. But Yujin had sat herself on the ‘L’ shaped sofa, so she moved herself to follow her.

The girl straightened her legs on the long side, while Wonyoung sat by the two corners beside her. Opening the medkit quickly and pouring a alcohol onto the provided gauze pads.

She carefully took Yujin’s hand while the girl could only look at her. The moonlight through the curtains seeping through to shine against them. “This is gonna hurt..”

”I know.”

Wonyoung gently placed the gauze above the wounds of her knuckles, Yujin winced.

“You shouldn’t have punched him, Yujin.” Wonyoung said exasperatedly, voice wavering although she tried to not show it. “You’re hurt now.”

Yujin avoided her glossy eyes, running her non-injured hand through her hair. ”..I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, he hurted you.”

”I’m okay now.” Wonyoung spoke after a moment, “I promise.”

”Then I am too.”

Wonyoung smiled tearfully, still wiping the gauze as gentle as she could, avoiding to not see how Yujin’s face contorted in pain.

After long silences, Wonyoung spoke up once more — preparing a new gauze. “Can you sit up for a bit?”

Yujin complied, slightly groaning as she sat herself up. Wonyoung sat cross-legged facing her, bringing the gauze up to the scratch on her cheek, hovering over slightly as her face showed hesitance. Yujin only nodded. Wonyoung placed it on.

She didn’t wince, but her eyes closed, and her face scrunched — holding it in. Wonyoung’s eyebrow furrowed in focus as she pulled it away. Leaning down to grab a bandaid, tearing it open to place it over the wounded scratch. She prepared a roll of bandages, and another gauze.

The Yonsei president folded the gauze over her knuckles on her wounds, Yujin again resisting the urge to reel back. Then, she rolled the bandage around it, still making space for her fingers to move.

”You should be a doctor, Wonyo.”

”Wonyo? That’s new.” She chuckled, causing Yujin to as well.

”I don’t know where that came from either. But I stick to my words. Did you ever go to med school or something?” Yujin mumbled, admiring the girl in front of her.

”I didn’t, but when I was a kid.. I was interested in these type of things. So I just.. Some if the knowledge I learned just stuck to me.” Wonyoung explained, finished in wrapping up her knuckles.

Yujin watched her with admiration, though she clicked her tongue in remembrance of something, releasing a sigh. “..I forgot to to say, about Minju we were.. well I’m sure you know who she is right?” 

Wonyoung merely nodded.

”We talked for closure. She just wanted to apologise.. and I guess I do forgive her. Since.. she ‘cheated’ due to being forced into an arranged relationship by her father.” Yujin explained, shrugging her shoulder.

Wonyoung appreciated her honesty, but couldn’t help to say the words that came out of her mouth to see her reaction. “It’s okay, you didn’t have to actually explain yourself, we’re not actually dating.. Yujin.”

The KU president clenched her jaw for a second, “..Yeah, I just wanted to do it.”

“I.. appreciate it.” Wonyoung manage to reply with a smile, not knowing how to although a part of her was way more than glad to hear the truth.

She then prepared another gauze, this time slightly folding it. The Yonsei president carefully brought it onto the the lead guitarist’s lips, and Yujin couldn’t help but wince in pain this time.

”Sorry!” Wonyoung stuttered out, pulling the gauze away.

Yujin had hung her head on the edge of the headrest, needing to blink a couple times to compose herself back before brining her head to face the girl once more. “It’s okay, seriously, I should’ve seen it coming.”

The girl smiled at her, and Wonyoung returned it softly. It was an apologetic one, and Yujin had closed her eyes in preparation, Wonyoung gently patted it back on.

She didn’t wince as hard, yet scrunched her face. Her lips slightly parting to release a breath as she finally dared to open her eyes.

Yujin watched Wonyoung who’s eyes were solely focused on her lips. Sure, it was painful, but with the sight in front of her, Yujin was able to ignore it. She admired her face; her furrowed eyebrows, her pressed lips, her pointed eyes that were not so tearful anymore. Under the given moonlight, she looked really really pretty. Wonyoung was always gorgeous, but her this close in particular was setting her heart ablaze.

She moved her unwounded hand to tuck a strand of hair that had fell against the Yonsei president’s face behind her ear. The action caused Wonyoung to pause, dragging her gaze from her lips to her eyes.

“Sometimes I wonder to myself..” Yujin started off as a whisper, sitting up better — causing her to be closer. “How can one look so pretty?”

”What?” Wonyoung muttered out, her furrowed eyebrows no more; and were raised instead. After receiving no response from Yujin, the girl could only release a nervous chuckle. “You don’t have to do that, no one’s watching us.”

She was about to place the gauze again, only for Yujin to stop her by holding her wrist. In contrast to Sunghoon, it didn’t hold any force, just a hold that got her to stop.

Yujin looked like she was hesitant in something, like her mind was going back between choices. Wonyoung couldn’t and didn’t dare to do anything in that moment, completely freezing at her spot. Yujin’s hold was still on her’s.

”I think..” She began, inhaling sharply. Locking eyes with her once more. “What would you say if I like you?”

A thump.

“That’s funny, Ahn.” Wonyoung said, flatly, ignoring the race in her heartbeat. “A good ice breaker.”

Yujin only watched Wonyoung’s knowing smile turn to something serious, as if she doesn’t believe her words.

”I’m sorry if I taste like alcohol.” Yujin whispered as she leaned in, pulling her wrist gently for the girl to come closer. Then their lips met again for the second time that night.

Wonyoung felt her tense shoulders drop, melting into the kiss as she closed her eyes. This kiss was different, if the kiss before felt good — this one felt way better. Way. Better.

She didn’t care if Yujin tasted like alcohol, hell, maybe if this was what alcohol always felt like she’d have a massive addiction.

Even though she was a little bit injured on the lips, they were still as soft as ever. Wonyoung found herself craving more of it as they moved like one.

Her heart felt like it was soaring above the sky.

She didn’t know how Yujin did it, but the kiss she gave Wonyoung managed to deliver so many emotions that she never thought of feeling before.

Yujin placed her non-injured hand along Wonyoung’s jaw, before moving her hands up on her hair to pull her towards her. By now, the lead guitarist had turned her body to face her. Pulling away only to give her short kisses again and again before finally reconnecting their lips for a longer one. It wasn’t fiery, but it was delicate, sweet, and conveyed words without even saying it. It was as if Yujin told her directly how much she had liked her, how long she had, and how much she wished she said it sooner without all the denials and reconsiderations with her actions, just not her voice. 

A hand came to cup itself around Wonyoung’s cheek, thumb brushing over the tear stained marks softly before moving once more to go around the girl’s shoulder and pull her down above her. 

Yujin laid herself against the pillow, breaking off the kiss before leading Wonyoung to lay her head on her chest. Her injured hand was hanging off the couch, her non-wounded one holding Wonyoung, soothing her back carefully.

“Can you hear my heartbeat? You still think I’m joking, Wony?” Yujin mumbled, letting out a tired chuckle.

Wonyoung smiled bashfully, adjusting her head to hide her face in the crook of Yujin’s neck for a moment before turning to lay back against her. “No.”

She letted out a breath; “But I like you too.”

Yujin smiled down at her, kissing her forehead. “Good, cause I was getting tired of pretending. Do.. Do you wanna be my girlfriend? For real this time.”

”You know you don’t have to ask.” Wonyoung said through her giggles. Adjusting her head upwards to give Yujin a small peck before laying back down. “But on one condition.”

Yujin hummed, raising an eyebrow. “Anything you want.”

“Cook me breakfast tomorrow?”

The KU President’s face contorted onto a grin, releasing a breathy laugh. “I will, you’ll see.”

They both closed their eyes, about to drift off to sleep with warm smiles when Wonyoung suddenly spoke again. “Wait — this position isn’t hurting you right? Do you feel hurt anywhere around when I am right now?—“

“I swear Jang, I promise I’m okay. Now sleep with me.” Yujin said jokingly, only realising how it sounded when she didn’t hear any response back from Wonyoung.

”That was not—“

”Hush. I know. And maybe I would’ve if you’re not in this situation right now.” Wonyoung admitted quickly.

Silence.

”Blame Park Sunghoon!”

”Ahn Yujin! Enough!”

—

Wonyoung awoke herself from her sleep feeling cold, reaching to raise the blanket that covered her higher. Yet feeling the different texture of the ‘bed’ and the said blanket, her eyes opened to be greeted with the sunlight shining upon her, curtains no longer shielding the big window.

Then, she remembered where she was. She didn’t go back to her dorms, or her own house. She was at Ryujin’s.

But.. where was Yujin?

She sat up, looking around the room. The bed was fixated tidy as they didn’t slept on it the night before. It’s sheets were blue, and beside it hanged two electric guitars. On the bedside table was placed a notebook, a framed picture of the band all together on stage stood next to it — the same one she noticed when she entered the room at night.

As Wonyoung’s eyes wandered around, she knew that the vibe of the room gave Yujin. It was clear from the electric guitars, the cameras displayed, the coats hanged next to the door, the glasses that sat on the shelf below the TV in front of her — and that was when she noticed the neatly folded clothes on the coffee table, a sticky note placed above it.

I’m keeping my word; so I won’t be here when you’re awake, but you can find me by the kitchen.

Heres some change of clothes in case you feel a bit dirty from the party last night, I’m not sure if it will fit you well, but I know it’ll look good on you. The bathroom’s on the door next to the TV if you want to shower too.

Ryujin kindly provided the band a personal room for everyone since we loved to stay overnight in the studio during our Highschool days, so I don’t have too much of my items here (including my clothes) anymore, but I hope these does it!

Hope to see you soon babe.

Yours, Yujinnie.

(P.S; thanks for treating my wounds, i’m still sorry that you had to do it).

God, Wonyoung didn’t even realise the freaky smile on her face grew as she read the note until she saw her reflection in a mirror nearby. How did Yujin made her like this? She doesn’t know.

Wonyoung took a short shower, cleaning herself up quickly before changing into the newly given pair of clothes. She could smell the usual woody perfume Yujin wears on them. It was comforting, in a way.

Now, she sported Yujin’s graphic t-shirt — In which she realised to be the one she spilled the coffee on to once she placed it on. The coffee stain was no more, merely just a tint you had to squint to see. Whoever cleaned it up did it well. It was a little bit too big on her, it’s sleeves falling nearly on her elbows, yet due to their similar height, it was good enough. The electric blue shorts she wore fitted just right, yet due to the shirt’s size, it nearly covered most of it.

She exited the room quietly, slightly fast walking down the stairs to find her own way to the kitchen. How does Ryujin keep up with where things were at this damn thing? She was sure she had went over the hallway more than two times.

Though a little lost, she managed to find the area after having to ask one of the butler’s that had passed by. It was… kind of embarrassing, but she letted go of the thought.

There she saw Yujin, her back facing her as she seemed busy flipping something on the pan by the stove. Her injured hand seemingly having changed the bandage wrapping, something Wonyoung was glad to see because she knew it would be dirty by the next morning.

Wonyoung walked in the kitchen, and it was right on time as the girl switched the stove off to turn to face the her, holding the pan with her other hand.

Yujin seemed surprised, but smiled at her nonetheless. Her hair was put up, no bangs set to rest on her forehead. A new sight Wonyoung was also glad to see. The bandaid that was place over her cheek was replaced as well, and her lip seemed better than the aftermaths of the night before.

”You’re awake sooner than I thought.” Yujin admitted with a chuckle, placing the egg on top of the burnt toast she had just cooked.

“Burnt toast with eggs? You know me well.” Wonyoung said with a laugh, walking past the barstool to stand beside her.

”I did say I’d keep my word.” Yujin said happily before turning around to grab another plate. “And as an additional, some pancakes.”

“Thank God we’re dating, Ahn.” Wonyoung’s smile turned to a grin at the sight. Her hand circling around Yujin’s neck, bringing her in for a kiss. 

Yujin’s hand that leaned herself against the countertop found itself pulling Wonyoung’s waist towards her, her own arms beginning to circle around them as she leaned down to initiate the kiss deeper, tilting her head to the side too.

They parted but Yujin still couldn’t help but too give short pecks: it started with her lips, multiple times, which got Wonyoung giggling around. Then she moved to her cheeks, her nose, her forehead, back to her lips, her jaw which caused the younger to shudder, then her neck—

“Unnie, maybe you were right. We shouldn’t have went downstairs.”

“Damn Ahn, you’re beatened up but still managed to get in her pants? That’s admirable.” Ryujin teased, placing the spoon of ice cream she had took from it’s bucket into the mouth. Leeseo following besides her, dipping her own golden spoon into the chocolate savory.

The two jumped, but didn’t release the hold on the other. Yujin could only shove herself in the crook of Wonyoung’s neck to hide her red ears from her band mate — who she knows now will never give her a break on teasing.

Wonyoung herself looked flustered, momentarily loosing eye contact with Ryujin and Leeseo before looking back. “We didn’t… do.. that.”

The Yonsei president cleared her throat, only managing to pat Yujin’s shoulder. “I didn’t want her to get hurt, and she was tired anyway.”

Yujin lifted her head up, looking at Ryujin with pointed eyes as she finally letted go of Wonyoung. “Unfortunately.”

”Unfortunately.” Ryujin teased.

”Right totally. Then who the hell did I hear last night?” She glared, raising her eyebrows. “Me and Leeseo had to sleep in the studio due to how loud you were!”

”I’m traumatized, by the way.” Leeseo muttered, still shaken up at the memory.

”What? But we really didn’t—“ Yujin mustered up, confused, looking at Wonyoung who seemed just as oblivious as she was. “Kazuha and Chaewon didn’t stay over, right?”

”No, they didn’t!” Ryujin said matter of factly, waving her ice cream spoon around. “So theres no one else sleeping in that hallway except you two, me and Leeseo, and—“

”How the fuck are you all awake this early? It’s literally 8 AM.” Minjeong walked in, still dressed in her sleeping shirt. Hair messy, and clearly some hickeys she forgot to cover. 

“Oh that’s not—“ Wonyoung muttered out, snorting.

Yujin could only grin.

Leeseo blinked in realisation.

”Kim Minjeong.” Ryujin started off, face twitching as she looked at her. “Don’t tell me you slept with Karina?”

Minjeong blinked at the girl, but then caught reflection of herself at the mirrors above the sink where Yujin and Wonyoung were standing next to. 

She sighed, rolling her eyes yet a smile was evident on her face. “So the cat’s out of the bag?”

…

”You asshole!”

Clearly, Yujin and Wonyoung weren’t the only two people who got together after last night’s party.

But they all got their happy ending anyway. That was what matters. But turns out, playing stupid games like spin the bottle did ended up giving them a prize, huh? a stupidly good prize. Wonyoung and her’s fake dating situation was stupid, the fight with Sunghoon was stupid, her friends sometimes were stupid. But it was stupid things like these that lead her to love her life.

Finished.