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“It should be a crime for someone to be so attractive, surely!” Chae exclaims, sitting on a small hill beside her three closest friends, watching the tennis club play from only a slight distance. She addresses said friends, but never diverts her gaze away from the goddess less than 10 metres away from her.
Mina - the not-so-secret object of Chaeyoung’s currently unrequited affection - was in said club, and was apparently fucking fantastic at the sport. Each hit of the ball against the racket and every grunt Chaeyoung could make out from her distance was like music to her damn ears. In addition, it was hard for Chae to take her eyes off of the other. The getup wasn’t helping at all either: a nicely fitting white polo shirt, a pleated white skort (short enough to almost show the tops of her thighs), & her hair tied half up in a white ribbon. The shoes weren’t really important, but even then Chaeyoung was sure they’d still only make her look good anyway.
“You’re such a hopeless lesbo, Chae.” Jeongyeon comments, leaning over the other two between them to peer at her.
“Not like you can talk…” Dahyun mutters back, nudging the other’s arm, only for the two to then burst out giggling together.
“It’s not funny, both of you!” Chaeyoung retorts, finally looking away from Mina to stare at the other two. “You just don’t get it.”
“Oh, no, I get it completely.” And all but Jeongyeon fall completely silent, wondering what she means by something so vague. “You know that party I was invited to by chance?”
The other 3 nod, with Tzuyu pulling her knees up close to her chin, but pushing her bag in the gap between her thighs and shins to avoid indecent exposure.
“Yeah, only because your cousin is popular and you bribed him.”
“Well, yeah, whatever, but I got kind of drunk when I was there-“
“You got drunk?” Tzuyu finally chimes in, like alcohol is an apparent trigger word for her. “You didn’t do anything stupid did you?”
“I guess that depends on what you define as ‘stupid’.”
“Ugh, just spit it out already! I’m getting suuuuuper impatient.” Chaeyoung moans, rolling her eyes and fiddling with the stitching of her school skirt.
“I kissed Jihyo.”
Silence plagues the group again, until Dahyun breaks it and speaks up once more.
“Jihyo…? as in… Park Jihyo?”
“…yes?”
All three of the others take a minute to process what their friend had just told them until Dahyun is the first to take action again, playfully tackling Jeongyeon to the ground by rolling on top of her. “Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“I was just… waiting for the right time, I guess.”
Tzuyu speaks up again. “Has she talked to you since?”
“Well, no, but I’ve waved at her a few times around the campus.”
“Really? Has she waved back?”
“A few times, yeah.”
“You should so try talking to her again! Maybe it’ll be better now that neither of you are drunk outta your minds.” Dahyun adds.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“Stop doubting yourself, or I will tackle you again.” She threatens, despite the fact both girls had only just dusted themselves and their uniforms off from the time before.
It’s funny because Chaeyoung hadn’t spoken for ages, and surely she would’ve been going crazy over this newfound information. But that’s when Tzuyu, Dahyun and Jeongyeon all turn their heads to see Chaeyoung dreamily staring into the distance at her goddess of a crush all over again.
“Chaeyoung!” All 3 call out, snapping the other girl out of her daydream.
“Did you not just hear what Jeongyeon did?”
Chaeyoung’s room is like a stereotypical 14-year-old girl’s room, so much so that it’s probably the most cozy environment in the house.
“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner, Jeong.”
“Bit late now.” Dahyun comments. “We already had this discussion earlier.”
“Yeah, but you were too busy gay-ing out to listen.” Jeongyeon teases, very much aware that she’s not really one to talk considering what she did, but she still chooses to speak on the matter.
“Anyway, on the topic of snogging, me and Tzuyu came up with something together. We call it: the stages of snogging.” Tzuyu chimes in for the last bit as Chaeyoung pulls out a very obviously handmade booklet to show the other two girls. “Want me to read it to you guys?”
“Obviously.” Dahyun replies, tone a little sarcastic as if she’s surprised she had to clarify anything.
But before Chaeyoung can start reading, Tzuyu is speaking again, this time directed obviously towards the only girl in the room that’s supposedly kissed someone before. “You have to tell us what stage you got to if you can remember.” Dahyun stares over with a smirk, as if to only add fuel to the fire.
“Sure, sure whatever. Let's just hear the stages, yeah?” Her tone sounds a little annoyed as if she’s sick of being teased already.
“Okay, right, stage one: hands on hips. Stage two: cheek kissing. Stage three: neck kissing. Stage four: lip-to-lip contact. Stage five: kiss lasts for more than a minute and a half. Stage six: open mouth snogging…” Chaeyoung stops for a moment, flipping the last page slower than the rest as if to build up extra anticipation.
“Stage seven:…
…Tongues.”
The other three gasp, as if that’s like the single most taboo thing any of them have ever heard, this mood only accentuated when all three turn their attention to Jeongyeon.
“Sooo…” Dahyun starts, seemingly always at the scene of the crime. “What stage did’ya get to with Missus Park, then?”
“Five, I think.”
“Damn, was kind of hoping you’d gone further. I need some advice and practice of my own, Beepbeep.” Her smile spreads wide across her face as she falls over in a slump against the other, fingers playing with the stitching on the other girl’s shirt.
And that’s the final straw. Chaeyoung is sure Dahyun secretly has a thing for the other. It’s almost painfully obvious. Still, she daren’t bring it up.
Like, ever.
Because maybe she’s wrong, but you can never really tell with Dahyun. She’s incredibly unpredictable. Impulsive, even.
Maybe Chae herself is too…