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pupuyvs · 5 months ago

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tw - violence, high school parties (underage drinking, weed insinuated)

Jihye huffed as she threw the controller down, purposely looking away from Eunchae who was up and celebrating.

“Lost again, what happened to your gaming skills?”

Jihye scoffed, “You’re literally cheating!”

“How?”

Jihye looked over at the cheerleader who was simply smirking. Each time Jihye was close to winning, Chaewon would purposely distract her with a kiss.

“Not my fault you’re terribly gay,” Eunchae retorted, making Chaewon laugh.

“Let's go again,” Jihye turns to Chaewon, “You need to stay away from me, you demon.”

Chaewon pouts at her before pecking her lips once more and cuddling into her side.

The two girls started playing again, this time Jihye beating Eunchae easily, causing Eunchae to huff this time.

“Whatever, Mario Kart is stupid anyways.”

Jihye laughed, “Yeah it’s stupid now that I won, huh?”

As the two girls started to bicker, the door to the game room opens. The three girls look up, shock crossing both of Kim’s faces, “Mom?”

Jihye grips her jeans nervously as a staff member places a plate in front of her. She was purposely avoiding eye contact with the two people sitting across from her by staring down at her hands on her lap.

Out of all her of time being with Chaewon, and coming to her house, she had yet to have met her parents, both of them always away on business trips. As they sit in front of her, Jihye can feel the wealth and power radiating off of them. While both Kim girls had strong auras that pulled people’s attention to them, their parents were the opposite. Just being in their presence would make you feel inferior, like you weren’t worthy to breathe the same air as them.

Jihye looked up when she felt Chaewon’s hand grasp hers, the cheerleader squeezing the other’s as a way to reassure her.

“Jihye, is it,” Chaewon’s father starts, “What did you say your family name was?”

Jihye cleared her throat to meekly respond, “Yoo.”

Chaewon’s father, Changwook, nods slightly, “As in the Yoo Group?”

Jihye shakes her head, “No, sir.”

“Yoo Construction?”

Jihye shakes her head again.

“So what do your parents do?”

“Umm, my father works in insurance, and my mom is a baker.”

“Oh,” the man says clearly disappointed, and it immediately causes Jihye to look down again.

Chaewon’s mother, Yoona, speaks this time, “So Jihye, where are you from? You say certain words interestingly.”

Jihye blushes, embarrassed that she still slightly had her hometown's dialect, “I’m from Andong.”

Changwook scoffs before muttering lightly, “A country kid.”

“Dad,” Chaewon says sharply.

Trying to lighten up the slightly tense mood, Yoona speaks again, “Beautiful town, its scenery is stunning.”

Jihye nods, clearly dejected.

Sighing softly Yoona speaks again, clearly trying to ease the girl, “Are you involved in any extracurriculars?”

Chaewon, clearly angry, speaks up this time, “She was on the soccer team and lead the robotics club.”

“Robotics,” Yoona starts, “That means you’re pretty smart.”

“She’s very smart,” Chaewon answers for her, pride now lacing her voice.

“And also really good at games,” Eunchae adds, it slightly muffled due to her having food in her mouth.

Ignoring her, Changwook asks, “And what do you plan to do for college?”

This time Chaewon looks at Jihye, she was also curious, whenever college was brought up the taller girl would always skirt around the topic.

Looking up Jihye clears her throat once more, “I’m going back to Andong to attend college there.”

Chaewon’s eyes widen, Jihye was leaving her?

But before she could question her, her dad speaks again, “What a waste.”

His words cause everyone to go silent, after a few moments Jihye stands, stumbling slightly when she pushes out the chair, “I think I should go, thank you for dinner Mr. and Mrs. Kim.” She leaves without waiting for a response, clearly humiliated.

Chaewon glares at her dad as she immediately stands after.

“Thanks a lot dad.”

Before she can leave, her father calls her name. Without looking up at her, he starts, “You don’t need to be wasting time with commoners that have no real plans for their future. They’ll do nothing, but drag you down, remember that.”

Chaewon doesn’t bother with a response, she had nothing to say to him, and she needed to find Jihye.

She doesn’t have to go far when she steps outside and finds the girl sitting mid-way down the stairs, sobbing.

Chaewon walks down to the girl and sits next to her, when Jihye looks up to see who it is, Chaewon's heart breaks.

“Oh baby…”

She immediately brings the girl into a hug, the action causing Jihye to sob even more. Holding her tightly Chaewon presses small kisses to the top of her head, rubbing her back gently. Silently letting the girl know she would be there for her for as long as she needed her to be.

The late-spring air engulfs the two, the night being one of the oddly cool ones. Wind fills the silence between them as they use their feet to push themselves lightly back and forth on the swings.

Once Jihye had calmed down, Chaewon, not wanting to talk to her father, suggested they walk to the nearby park.

An idea she regretted now, for as they sat there, Chaewon’s thoughts ran wild.

Our time together is running out. Why doesn’t she seem to care about that? Why hadn’t she told me already?

“Thank you,” Jihye says, breaking the silence.

How do you really feel about me?

“For what,” Chaewon asks, looking at the other.

“Coming with me despite it being late.”

How can you not be panicking, we graduate soon.

Chaewon shakes her head, fearful if she speaks all these thoughts will spill out before she can process them.

“Chae?”

She hums in response.

“Are you okay?”

Those words knock down the dam.

“How long did you know,” Chaewon asks, her voice slightly wavering.

The question confuses Jihye, “What?”

Chaewon’s hands tighten around the chains holding the swing, the cold metal pressing harshly into the bones of her fingers.

“How long did you know about college,” Chaewon asks again.

Jihye lets out a small “oh.”

A beat of silence passes before she answers, “The beginning of the year.”

Chaewon felt sick.

She felt Jihye watching her, she could even feel the anxiety coming off of her, it made her angry.

Chaewon never had the best handle on her emotions, maybe it was her absent parents fault, or maybe it's because she never had anyone she cared about this greatly. As she stands from the swing, her fist clenched, she’s reminded of when people would say she reminded them of her father.

She had hated the comparison, she was nothing like her father who never smiled, whose only emotion seemed to be disappointment and rage. But now as the rage settles in, she wonders if Jihye would make the same comparison.

“When the hell were you going to tell me,” she yells, her tone unforgiving.

Jihye panickedly stands up, the bout of rage clearly shocking her.

“I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t know,” Chaewon shouts incredulously, “Don’t lie to me Jihye.”

Jihye looks down before muttering out, “Graduation.”

“Graduation?! Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“I didn’t know how,” she pauses, nerves clearly getting her.

“How to what Jihye,” Chaewon interrupts.

“To tell you.”

Chaewon scoffs, “Oh I don’t fucking know maybe ‘I’m going back to my hometown for college’ would’ve worked.”

Jihye doesn’t say anything, which just causes Chaewon to be angrier.

“Did you even think about me?”

“Of course-”

She’s cut off by Chaewon, “Or was it just fuck Chaewon?”

Jihye tries to speak again, but Chaewon isn’t looking for a conversation anymore.

“God, do you realize how selfish you are? You didn’t even bother to think about me.”

“Now wait-”

“You make me so mad. Did you even think about us-”

“What ‘us,’” Jihye interrupts this time.

“What?”

The question shocks Chaewon, stopping her rage-based tangent.

“What ‘us’ Chaewon,” Jihye starts, “The ‘us’ in school where I get bullied and you pretend to not see because you don’t know I exist? Or maybe its the ‘us’ that's three hours away from Seoul so we can’t be recognized.”

Jihye continues, “Speaking of Seoul, I know we’re pretty close to where ANY one can recognize you, so is it ok for me to even mention an ‘us’ right now, I would seriously hate for anyone to think anything especially since you have a boyfriend. Hey speaking of which did you talk about ‘us’ to him or are we not allowed to be an ‘us’ there either?”

Jihye’s spiel should’ve pulled Chaewon from her anger, but she’s her father’s child and pride is a dangerous thing.

“Is this what it’s about, not being public in school,” Chaewon rolls her eyes, “We graduate next month, who cares about that?”

“I do,” Jihye exclaims, her voice falters at the end, “I do. If you’re ashamed to be with me at school, how can there be an ‘us’ in the real world?”

The question genuinely confuses Chaewon, “Ashamed? Why would I be ashamed of you?”

“Cause I’m poor Chaewon! I’m going to college in Andong because my parents can’t afford to help me AND my sister go to college. I tell my friends, especially Jimin, to stay silent about my bullying so my sister can win school president every year just so she can get some type of scholarship.”

Chaewon knows she's fighting a losing battle, but she can’t help but keep trying, “Why would how much money you have matter?”

“Because it does,” Jihye’s voice is littered with desperation, “It took your father all of three minutes to decide I was inferior just because I’m not rich enough. How many “I can’t afford that” will it take for you to feel the same?”

The question knocks all air out of Chaewon, she wants to respond but what can she say?

She feels constricted, even outside she feels suddenly closed in. She unconsciously takes a step back trying to get some space to breathe.

She watches Jihye, she watches as her chest rises and falls roughly, almost as if she’s struggling to breathe, she watches as the wind pushes hair in her face. As she follows a tear slide down her face, she realizes she’s never seen this side of Jihye before.

It felt as if she was face to face with a stranger.

It made her feel nauseous.

Here was the girl she had been with for months, someone she imagined a future with, which she now knew was one-sided, and she didn’t recognize her.

Chaewon knows it’s still Jihye, but she’s never seen her this desperate, this broken.

It makes her wonder how long she kept this side hidden from her. (And if she somehow forced her to hide it from her.)

The thought makes Chaewon feel dizzy, she feels her mind unraveling slowly as Jihye watches her, it's becoming too much for her so she does what she does best, run.

She can hear Jihye calling for her, her voice raspy and crackling from the amount of crying she had done today, but she keeps running.

And she doesn’t know how she should feel when she realizes Jihye doesn’t run after her.

Jihye sighs as she parks the car and takes out the key from the ignition. She leans back into her seat and closes her eyes.

She opens them when she feels a hand on her arm.

“You okay,” Jimin asks, “We don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.”

Jimin's face is then blocked by Yujin’s, who is now leaning over the armrest.

“Uhh, yes we do, I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

Neither girl is able to respond as Yujin’s head is then pulled back by Yunjin.

“Stop being rude you beast,” Yunjin tells her before looking at Jihye, “We can leave if you want, ignore her.”

Jihye shakes her head and gives them a small smile, “I’m fine you guys.”

It had been a full week since her argument with Chaewon. When she had finally calmed down she had tried to find Chaewon, but was too late, as the girl had already gone home.

She felt horrible escalating the situation, Chaewon was rightfully upset, Jihye had hidden something big from her.

Once Jimin had picked her up Jihye tried calling her to apologize, and even explain that she did imagine a future where they work out, and that she just didn’t want to hold Chaewon back from the life she deserves, but she didn’t answer.

She expected it of course, she really hurt her, so she left messages instead. But every text sent went unread, her Twitter dormant.

Any small glances she sent to her at school went unresponded, Chaewon was ignoring her.

Her friends had of course noticed something was up when Yizhuo also ignored her at their recent friend group meeting.

They had offered to skip the pre-prom party, which name didn’t make sense since prom was two weeks away, since they knew Chaewon would be there. However, Jihye reassured them multiple times that she wanted to go, she truthfully only wanted to come so she could see Chaewon anyways.

Which led them to where they are now, in front of some huge house with music blasting out of it.

She looks up when she hears knocking on her window, she finds Yuna and Wonbin making dumb faces at her while Yeji shakes her head behind them.

Jihye laughs before opening her door, which causes the others to open their doors and step out too.

Once she’s out she locks the door and turns to the group putting on a painfully obvious faux smile, “Ready?”

No one bothers to respond instead deciding to walk across the lawn to head into the house.

Jimin immediately moves next to her, “You sure you’re fine?”

Jihye groans lightly, “Yes, stop worrying.”

“I can’t help it.”

Jihye chuckles softly, “I know mother.”

Jimin rolls her eyes playfully, as everyone enters the house Jimin stops Jihye by the door, “I’m serious if at any point you want to go home just tell me, we’ll go.”

Jihye nods, “I know, now go find Yizhuo I know she’s waiting for you somewhere.”

Jimin smiles at the mention of the girl and hugs the taller one before running off.

Jihye takes a breath before stepping in the house.

When she enters the house she’s immediately overstimulated, the music is loud, the air is filled with the smell of alcohol and a substance she’s sure isn’t legal in Korea.

Walking further in she bumps into someone, she goes to apologize but stops when she sees its Yena.

The girl's eyes are red, her pupils dilated, she’s clearly gone.

She sneers at Jihye, “Watch where you’re fucking going.”

Jihye doesn’t get to reply as the girl walks away, shaking her head, she heads into the kitchen.

The kitchen is littered with bottles, and miscellaneous snacks that are spilled all over the counters.

Jihye begins to look for anything non-alcoholic since she was the designated driver.

While she’s searching she feels a tap on her shoulder.

Turning around she’s met with an ice cold water bottle, the girl handing it to her unfamiliar.

Jihye takes the bottle with a thanks, after taking a drink she puts it on the counter.

“I’m Jihye,” she says to her.

The girl laughs softly, “I know, I’m Lily.”

Jihye nods, she has no idea who this girl is, but she’ll pretend she does.

“How’d you know I wanted,” she finishes her sentence by raising her water bottle.

Lily laughs again, “You passed by multiple alcohol bottles so I assumed you aren’t drinking.”

Jihye nods, “Yeah, designated driver.”

“I thought so.”

Lily continues, but Jihye tunes her out. She didn’t mean to, Lily actually seems like a chill person. But when she looked up she caught sight of Chaewon, and the world seemingly went silent.

Chaewon was standing beside her friends, a drink in her hand, that even from a distance Jihye could tell was untouched.

While her friends were talking Chaewon hadn’t opened her mouth even once, truthfully she looked exhausted.

Jihye still found her beautiful.

When Chaewon finally looked at her Jihye offered her a small smile which caused Chaewon to immediately look away.

Jihye sighed before looking back at a confused Lily, “Sorry,” she says, “Can you repeat that?”

Lily nods before starting over.

Tonight was going to be a long night.

Yena was intoxicated, anyone could see that, but she didn’t care who noticed she was on a mission.

Tonight was the night she got Chaewon back.

Keeping her eyes on Jihye she watches as the girl keeps looking at Chaewon, it annoyed Yena greatly, the audacity of her to look so publicly.

After a few more minutes Yena lets out a sigh of relief when she realizes Chaewon didn’t respond to any of Jihye’s glances. Chaewon never ignored anyone she knew unless she was done with them, and being done with Jihye meant Yena actually had a chance to do what she planned to do tonight.

It was too perfect, the nerd was out of the picture, prom was in two weeks, and then graduation. All of which offered Yena the perfect opportunity to publicly claim Chaewon as hers again.

Pushing herself off the wall, she placed her drink on a random table and made her way towards where Chaewon was standing.

Once she stood just behind Chaewon she froze, sobering in an instant.

She felt so stupid.

Chaewon hadn’t been glancing at Jihye because she didn’t have to, she had picked the perfect spot in the house where no matter where Jihye stood in the kitchen she could see her.

She had been watching her all night.

All the rage that had been building up, came back tenfold.

Pushing past Chaewon, Yena now had a new mission: make Jihye pay.

And the setting couldn’t have made it easier for Yena.

Jihye was greatly distracted talking to a random girl, the music so loud she couldn’t hear Yena stomping her way to her.

That’s why when Yena pushed past Lily and winded up her arm Jihye didn’t have time to react.

It didn’t hit Jihye what had happened until she heard Lily gasp, and felt something wet hitting her hand, blood.

She could hear Yena saying something, Jihye’s brain unable to comprehend it due to it still trying to process the fact Yena had just punched her.

It wasn’t until she heard Yena say that she “wasn’t good enough for Chaewon anyways,” did Jihye’s brain finally snap out of it. A rage overtook Jihye, one she’s never felt before, maybe it was a build up of the past school year, maybe it was just the exhaustion of hearing something she already knew, or maybe she was just over Yena bothering her. She doesn’t know what specifically it was that caused her to stand back up, and punch Yena right back.

Silence takes over the two, adrenaline pushing out all sounds of music and people.

Jihye watches as Yena’s hand goes up to the offended area, her cheekbone, before she lets her hand drop, immediately balling it into a fist.

They both stare at each other, Jihye’s mouth still dripping blood.

The slight flex of Jihye’s hand is what sets Yena off, as she immediately tackles Jihye into the refrigerator.

The impact causes Jihye to lose all air in her, before she can catch her breath she instinctively pushes them both off the fridge with her foot causing Yena to hit her back on the island.

From here they both end up on the floor, Jihye on top as she lays punches on the basketball player, who, once she catches her own breath, flips them over.

They both struggle trying to be the one on top, neither paying attention to their surroundings, Jihye eventually hits her head hard on a cabinet, and that's all it takes for Yena.

Now straddling her, Yena doesn’t hold back as she delivers blow after blow to Jihye's face.

As she winds up Jihye quickly covers her head with her arms, the action only makes Yena angrier, as she begins to punch any area on Jihye’s body she can.

The blows hardly come to a stop when she feels someone rip Yena off, Yena instead taking it as an opportunity to kick her.

After a few seconds of peace Jihye sprawls out on the kitchen floor, taking in deep breaths, as the adrenaline slowly wears off it leaves nothing but pain in its wake.

She feels a hand lightly cup her cheek, she can tell by the way it feels it's not Chaewon, she wishes it was.

She opens her eyes slightly, the action making her wince, and sees Yunjin and Kazuha above her, panic painting their faces.

As the last of adrenaline wears off her sense of hearing comes back in full, the loudness of everything makes her already pounding head worse, the bass of the music brings new waves of pain each time it shakes the floor.

“Get the others now,” she hears Yunjin say frantically, the hand that was softly grazing her face disappears, leaving her to stare dazedly at Yunjin.

“Hey bud,” she hears Yunjin say.

How strange, Yunjin has never called me bud before.

She feels the thudding of her friend group before she hears them, the banging making her head spin.

Someone drops down beside her and when she turns her head slightly to the left she sees her sister.

Jimin has many emotions painting her face, none positive, it scares Jihye slightly.

Jimin immediately looks up at Yunjin, her voice harsh, “What happened?”

“This girl named Lily came to Zuha and me and told us Yena and Hye were fighting. We got Wonbin and when he pulled Yena off, Jihye was like this.”

Jimin closed her eyes, clearly trying to calm herself as her jaw clenched, “How long has she been laying like this?”

“Not long.”

Letting out a sigh, Jimin finally calms herself enough to start giving instructions, “Yeji and Yuna, I need you guys to start making a pathway for us, the last thing we need is Jihye bumping into anyone, use Wonbin if you have to. Yujin,” she pauses as she reaches into Jihye’s hoodie pocket, softly apologizing when the girl winces, grabbing the keys she throws them to Yujin, “start the car. Zuha, get wet rags or napkins and a bag of ice.”

When everyone runs to do what they’re told Jimin looks at Yunjin, “You and I are going to carry Hye out, alright?”

Yunjin nods in response causing Jimin to look down at Jihye, “Hi Jiji,” she says gently.

“Hi Min,” she attempts to smile at her sister, however the multiple wounds on her face sting when she tries.

“This is gonna suck, but I’m gonna need you to sit up.”

Jihye groans softly before lightly nodding, she feels the two girls put their hands under her back.

“Take all the time you need,” Yunjin tells her.

Taking in a deep breath she begins to lift herself up, letting out small sobs as she does.

Once she’s in a sitting position the two girls give her a moment before wrapping an arm around both of their necks.

When they stand Jihye lets her body become deadweight, exhaustion hitting her hard.

As they begin to walk, Jihye sees a familiar pair of shoes which causes her to slightly squeeze on both girls hands.

The two girls helping her stop in confusion, “What’s wrong Hye,” Jimin asks.

Jihye looks up at Chaewon, her eyes shining with desperation as blood begins to drip on her hoodie, the one Chaewon had gotten her.

She really wanted Chaewon by her side, she needed the comfort only she could bring her, but when Chaewon finally makes eye contact with her, the first thing she does is step back, a look of disgust painting her face.

Jihye suddenly felt sick.

Not even now, as she stood in front of her, bleeding and needing others to help her walk, was it enough for Chaewon to not be embarrassed, no, ashamed, of her.

Jihye feels her eyes water, the pain her body is in pales in comparison to the pain the lump now stuck in her throat brings.

She let her head hang, she didn’t want to see the moment where Chaewon realized her father was right, Jihye was below her.

“For fucks sake,” she hears Yunjin whisper near her ear.

“Let’s go Jihye, let's not waste any more time,” Jimin says this time, hatred now painting her voice.

Jihye doesn’t say anything while they drag her out.

Once they are outside Jihye immediately winces as the night air hits her, the spring heat making it muggy and heavy, it makes her feel like she's suffocating.

“Can we just sit down for a second,” Jihye croaks out, the sob still stuck in her throat.

“We’re almost to the car,” Jimin says back to her.

“Please.”

Hearing the desperation Jimin nods and leads Jihye to the curb where they sit her down.

The two girls sit next to her, silence falling between them.

They’re disrupted when they hear shoes on the pavement of the driveway, both stiffening defensively as they turn to see who it is.

“I got the stuff,” Kazuha breathes out clearly winded.

She kneels in front of Jihye without having to be told, she hands Yunjin the ice pack as she begins to slowly clean the blood off her face.

Jimin stands to look at the second person, “What are you doing out here?”

Yizhuo is thrown off by the harsh tone, “When I came back from the balcony you were gone, when I asked they said there had been a fight. That's when I saw Kazuha and just followed her.”

“You shouldn’t have,” Jimin simply tells her.

Yizhuo’s eyebrows furrow, “Are you mad at me?”

“Should I be?”

“I don’t think so.”

Jimin just sighs, “Yizhuo, let's end this.”

Yunjin’s gasp immediately draws their attention, causing her to swiftly apologize.

Yizhuo grabs Jimin hand and pulls her away, when they are a bit further from the three Jimin pulls her hand away.

“What do you mean Jimin?”

Yizhuo watches as Jimin sighs, each second that passes feels like she’s being stabbed.

“I’m saying we should break up.”

“Why?”

Jimin scoffs, “Look what happened when one of us stepped over the line you and your friends created,” Jimin says pointing towards Jihye, who was very clearly out of it, before she continues, “You and your friends are all the same, cowards. In private you pretend there is no difference between us, but in public you guys act like we’re disgusting for existing.”

But before Yizhuo can defend herself they’re interrupted by Kazuha yelling Jihye’s name.

Jimin immediately turns around to find Jihye now laying on the ground, passed out.

They both run back to the girl, “What happened,” Jimin exclaims.

“She said she was dizzy and then she fainted,” Kazuha explains.

“Yunjin help me pick her up, we gotta get her to the hospital.”

Yunjin and Jimin immediately pick her up, Kazuha following behind them.

When they get to the car Yujin is already in the backseat, Kazuha quickly slides in next to her, then Yunjin after making sure Jihye was stable in Jimin’s arm.

Once she’s in she stretches out her arms to motion for Jimin to give her Jihye, when she grabs her she pulls her in and lays her across their laps, Kazuha hands Yujin the wet rag so she could wipe Jihye’s face.

Jimin gets in the driver seat once she's sure the girls have a stable hold on Jihye, but before she can close the door Yizhuo holds it open, “Let me come with you.”

Jimin just shakes her head, “Let go Yizhuo.”

“Please.”

But before Jimin can refuse once more they hear the passenger door open, looking over they see Yuna.

Leaning over the center console Yuna speaks to Yizhuo, “If you don’t mind we kind of have an emergency.”

Yizhuo backs up, her eyes now watering as the door closes.

She makes eye contact with Jimin one last time as they pull away from the house. Another car, who Yizhuo can only assume was Yeji, following them.

Once their cars are out of sight Yizhuo drops to the ground, her legs no longer working, and breaks into sobs.

Parties were no foreign concept to Chaewon, if anything she flourished in them. They came with the territory of being popular, Chaewon had been to so many she adopted a habit when at one, counting the amount of droplets that would fall from someone’s cup and seeing how long it would take to disappear.

It started off as a way to ease her nauseous and dizzy mind when she was terribly drunk, Yizhuo suggesting it, but as she found herself at another party every other weekend she would do it to pass time.

Maybe that’s why now, as she’s sitting on the couch her friends dragged her to, she finds herself waiting for Jihye’s blood to dry up on the ground.

It makes her feel nauseous as each second passes by, her friends droning on about “how crazy Yena is” not helping her racing mind.

Everytime she would close her eyes to rid herself of the nausea she would keep seeing the look on Jihye’s face when she stepped back.

A shadow appears in front of her saving her from her spiraling mind. She looks up and sees Yizhuo staring down at her, eyes glossy and red.

She quickly stands up, “What’s wrong?”

Her eyebrows furrow when her back hits the couch again, Yizhuo standing above her once more this time with a snarl.

Aeri immediately stands up, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Yizhuo moves her glare up to Aeri and pushes up against her, “You guys are.”

Minjeong immediately moves to push Yizhuo off of Aeri, but the anger must’ve made Yizhuo stronger as she didn’t even budge.

Aeri simply moves her face closer, “And what could you possibly mean by that?”

“Guys,” Wonyoung says, now also standing up, “Maybe we should bring this outside, everyone’s watching.”

When Chaewon looks up she sees people whispering and pointing at them, a sight she’s used to, only this time it makes her feel as though she’s burning.

Aeri’s the first to rip away and start heading outside, Minjeong follows behind her making sure to bump Yizhuo’s shoulder as she does. Yizhuo doesn’t bother looking at the other two as she follows shortly after, the look on her face deadly.

Chaewon flinches when she sees a hand in front of her, she grabs on when she recognizes the Cartier bracelet. Helping her up from the couch, Wonyoung offers her a small smile before heading outside.

It takes Chaewon a few breaths to get her legs moving, she avoids looking at the ground, refusing to look weak, even though all she wanted to do was sob as her life was beginning to break down around her.

When she steps out the house the tension makes the already heavy air feel heavier.

She walks down the stairs and steps in the space between the two groups, Aeri and Minjeong near the stairs and Yizhuo standing on the lawn, Wonyoung is off to the side clearly trying to ease her own anxiety.

“What’s the matter Yizhuo,” Chaewon says softly, though she was hurt that Yizhuo pushed her she was still her best friend.

Yizhuo didn’t seem to share the same sentiments.

“You guys are fucking cowards, thats what the matter is,” she exclaims at her.

Aeri immediately gets closer, “And what the fuck are you?”

Chaewon puts her hand up to get Aeri to stop, “Where is this coming from Ning?”

“You know exactly where or should I explain it to you and our friends?”

Chaewon blood goes cold at Yizhuo’s threat, “You wouldn’t.”

“I would.”

“What is she talking about Chaewon,” Minjeong asks.

“Nothing,” Chaewon says automatically.

Her answer makes Yizhuo scoff, “Typical,” she shakes her head, “I’m done. I refuse to lose Jimin because of you guys.”

“You’re leaving us for that fucking loser,” Aeri asks.

Yizhuo immediately steps up to Aeri, “Watch your fucking mouth.”

“Or what?”

“Enough,” Chaewon yells, her voice shaky, “Did you mean what you said Yizhuo?”

Not breaking eye contact with Aeri she answers, “Absolutely.”

“Then go.”

“Guys maybe we should talk about this,” Wonyoung finally says.

Ignoring her, Yizhuo turns around and walks away, leaving the other four behind, marking the end of their friendship.

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explosive - hazel callahan

pairing: hazel callahan x forfem!cheerleader!reader

warning(s): no warnings, actually! it’s just really fluffy <3 swearing, tho!

tropes: fluff, friends to lovers, sort of canon compliant, first kiss

summary: hazel’s had a crush on you forever. and it really comes to a boiling point when you and the girls go to tp and egg jeff's house. and when she, y'know, set offs a bomb.

a/n: was hazel knowing how to make a bomb hot…….. or was that just me?

word count: 1,144 words / 6,176 characters

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hazel was watching you from afar; her eyes trailing up and down your figure. your cute, graphic tee to your lazy comfy sweatpants; which, she only knew your wore when you wanted to get messy. since, you only ever wore them during your art class.

“hazel, your fucking staring her down,” pj glared at the girl beside her. “you're such a stalker.”

“I— i am not!” hazel hissed back, “I’m… gonna go work on that bomb now.”

meanwhile, you were sort of watching her too. the way her eyes creased together into somewhat of an angry look; but you didn’t think you'd ever seen hazel callahan truly angry.

that was besides the point.

you thought she was adorable, to which, she was.

and those thoughts were now dragging you toward jeff's car, where hazel was slipped under. her marked up convers were hanging out from the top of the car.

“hey, hazel.”

the car almost jerked up, and you heard a “fuck” from under the car. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, though you did wonder if she was okay.

“you okay, hazel? I didn’t mean to spook you. probably should have thought about that before I came up on someone under a car, huh?” you chuckle in response.

“I-it’s fine,” she says from under the car, her voice choked up. she was nervous, and her face was best red—glad that it was hidden under the body of the car.

“you sure?” you cock your head, bending down to be sat on your knees. “that sounded kinda painful.”

hazel hums a little, “mm-hm!” in a response. she slides out from under the car for a moment. she wanted to see your beautiful face, even if hers was currently covered in soot and ash.

and even if it was beat red.

than a loud, shrill beep sounded from under the car.

“um, hazel, is that something we should be concerned about——“

out of instinct, she grasps your hand tight. she pulls herself to her feet, as well as you, and begins to charge for their “getaway” car. she slides into the backseat, pulling you in beside her.

after a few seconds, you feel her hand still clasped around yours. It made your heart beat a million miles a minute, her rough, coarse hands rubbing against yours. In comparison, yours were small and soft. holding a hand like hazel's felt…

… nice.

a few moments later, you feel those same hands covering your ears, pulling your head close to the crook of her neck. instead of covering her own ears, she covered yours, as if you didn’t have the hands to do so.

she was so cute. so thoughtful…

you two were, as of now, in the car alone. despite the damn bomb going off; the girls still hadn’t hopped back in the car, hadn’t driven away.

that left you alone with a hot girl you had a crush on.

and you were pretty sure she liked you, too.

“so,” you gently nudge your knee against hazel’s. “how the hell do you know how to make a bomb?” you scoff, glancing at her with a playful expression.

“Its… not that hard,” she laughs, looking bashful as ever. “not like I’m some child genius.”

“still impressive,” you nudge your knee against her's again, causing her to look up at you, “learn that in robotics, or somethin’?”

she shrugs, “um, the mechanics of the it, sure,” hazel clears her throat. “rest online…”

“it’s.. it’s. yeah, it’s cool.” you smile softly. you gaze at her, maybe for a moment too long, your eyes locked together. “hazel… I… um—“

your words are cut off.

the rest of the girls slide into the car.

two more slide into the back, isabel and brittany. they pressed the two girls closer together, your thigh pressed gently against hazel’s. it made you blush, sure, but—it felt good. It felt… right.

you and hazel glance at each other, laughing softly. it’s a knowing laugh. you know what you were going to say; and you hoped you'd get the chance to finish it later. It was hazel's car that they were driving in, after all. they'd have to drop isabel and brittany off, drop pj off, let josie drive herself home than—

—it would be just you two.

twenty minutes of driving later and it’s just the two of you. you’ve moved into the drivers and passengers seat, the only sound between you two for a moment is the sound of the heater in hazel’s car rumbling to keep you warm in the cold weather.

“.. I have a feeling you knew what I was gonna say.. don’t you?” you chuckle, your cheeks bright red as you gaze out the windshield in front of you.

“.. I-I could guess,” hazel murmurs, her fingers tapping against the leather steering wheel. “because I kind wanted to say it, too.”

you pause. you had a feeling that it was reciprocated, but god to hear it out loud…

“well, than..” you whisper, “good to know.”

hazel chuckles, “yeah.. that’s pretty good to know.”

you laugh right back, realizing how stupid your words actually sounded.

you grab your purse as the car comes to a stop outside your large house. you open the passengers door, stepping outside the car.

and, unsurprisingly, hazel has followed you.

“so,” your eyes trail up her body, landing on her beautiful blue eyes. “could I say it’s pretty evident that i’d really like to kiss you right now?”

“you.. could say that.” hazel murmured, resting a hand on your cheek. she began to lean down, considering your height difference. her lips where inches from yours. “can I—“

before she gets to finish her question, you gently press your lips against hers. they’re warm; and taste almost like a hint of vanilla lipgloss.

It was good. It was all so good. It felt like your insides were exploding, from the idea. your stomach squirming, your hands twitching on the back of hazel’s neck—which, you were sure she could feel.

when you pulled back, you took in a little gasp of air.

“a date, than?” you prompt, smiling. “how does tomorrow sound?”

“tomorrow?” her eyes light up at the thought. she didn’t think you’d wanna go on a date with her that soon. “sounds perfect. I—I’ll come and pick you up?”

“amazing,” you nod your head, giving her a smile and a wave over your shoulder as you walk toward your house.

she watched as you slipped inside, leaning against her car with her arms folded. the idea that such an amazing girl would like… her? the loser masc lesbian is who nobody talked to?

the idea was foreign to her.

yet here you were, kissing her and asking her on a date.

it was all so… amazing, to her.

she couldn’t wait. not one second.

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