track practice (1/1)
title: track practice
pairing: les!onho
genre: as fluffy as marshmallows. i hate marshmallows.
rating: pg-13
word count: 666
summary: minjung really hates track practice.
note: i am feeling really unmotivated recently. i'm not really too sure why, but i assume that my fics will be less recent so please bear with me :) i'm trying my best! i also want to say thank you to all my readers too, you guys are pretty damn awesome :)<3
many thanks to my wonderful best friend and beta, bling_asaur bc i wouldn't be writing without her <3
The only thing that Minjung feels when she takes a wrong step and tumbles onto her knees during track practice is anger. Well, that, and humiliation.
“Ouch.” Minjung winces and falls back onto her butt, curses under her breath, not bothering to check if teachers are around because her knees are throbbing and she can hear distant laughter behind her. Minjung scowls as she inspects the damage, a violent crimson staining her cheeks as her brows furrow, picking small pebbles out of her scrape. She has never liked track.
A pair of blinding white plimsolls appears in Minjung’s peripheral vision and it catches her attention. “Nice one, Minjung.” Gwiboon laughs, flicking an immaculate pigtail over her shoulder as she giggles.
“Fuck off, Gwiboon.” Minjung snarls, huffing as she returns her attention to her knees. Blood rivulets down the curve of her knee - the scrape must be worse than she thinks - and she groans when she sees another pair of plimsolls, albeit so dirty they’re practically grey, and really worn out. She’s just about to curse a few more colourful words when -
“Minjung, are you okay?”
Minjung knows that voice. She’s able to recognize it even if there are a couple other hundred students around her in the hallway. The moment when she slowly looks up from her knees in tense - her heart is pounding untamed against her ribcage and she can’t help the flash of heat she feels when she catches sight of the girl in question. Next to her is a crouching Eunsook with a wet towel in her hands, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. Eunsook; senior, captain of the science club, lead singer in the school choir, a girl who Minjung has spoken to a grand total of five times, and each time had been as cringe-worthy as the last, but stamped in Minjung’s brain for safe-keeping. Minjung exhales slowly as she controls herself, hoping that the oxygen will calm her fluttering nerves.
“I brought you a towel…?” Eunsook ventures when Minjung doesn’t answer her immediately.
“I…I fell…” Minjung says, but she’s not paying attention to her voice. Eunsook smiles, so sweet it almost hurts as she kneels down on the red tarmac and folds the towel her hands so neatly it’s a little disconcerting, then proceeds to press it against Minjung’s knees. The latter winces a little upon contact, her thighs tensing as Eunsook gently pats the towel over her wounds, eyes trained on how Eunsook’s black tresses escape from the bow in her hair, how plump Eunsook’s lips look when she tries to puff them out of the way. Unconsciously, Minjung’s hand moves to curve a particularly annoying lock of hair behind Eunsook’s ear.
The patting of the towel ceases and Eunsook gazes over to Minjung. “Wha- What are you doing?” She stumbles over her words, leaning back on her heels.
Minjung smiles, distantly hopeful, and cups Eunsook’s cheek in her hand. “You’re really pretty, Eunsook-unnie.”
“I - “ Is as far as Eunsook gets before Minjung closes her mouth over Eunsook’s, and for the couple of seconds that it lasts, Minjung feels like an entire world has been lifted off her shoulders, that she’s finally divulging into something she wants but deprives herself of.
“Why…Why did you kiss me?” Eunsook whispers when they pull away and Minjung’s heart drops.
“I wanted to.” Minjung murmurs, head falling into her chest as she stares down into her lap.
“Do you…like me?”
“I - “ Minjung tries to save herself, fights with her hold on the last shred of dignity that she has. Confidence wracked and certainty vanished, Minjung sighs. “Yes.”
“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?” Eunsook asks.
Minjung’s head shoots up. “What?”
“It’s a yes or no answer, Minjung.” Eunsook fights a smile and fails in the end.
“You…?” Minjung’s head cocks to the side. “…What?”
“You only needed to ask me, idiot.” Eunsook dotes and leans in to capture Minjung’s lips again. It’s just as sweet as the first.