The Seoul sun dipped below the hills, casting the soccer field in a fiery glow.
Park Sohyun, a freshman, felt butterflies erupt in her stomach as she stepped onto the emerald pitch.
Her worn leather bag, bearing the faded scars of a thousand schoolyard matches and trips around the world, seemed dwarfed by the sleek backpacks of the upperclassmen.
Her once-orange boots felt a little too tight for her feet. She took a mental note to save the next few weeks’ money to try and buy a new pair.
Tonight was tryouts. Her dream, ever since her first wobbly dribbles on the busy streets of Songpa-gu, was to wear the blue and gold of the team’s legendary uniform.
From her tiny balcony overlooking the field she'd spent countless evenings watching them glide like eagles, their passes whispering secrets in the twilight during the 2 hours long training sessions.
She took a deep breath, the crisp altitude tingling in her chest. As a routine, she scanned the field, hoping to disappear into the sea of tall limbs and confident strides.
But then, a laugh like sunlit chimes cut through the nervous murmurs. Sohyun’s gaze landed on her – black long hair and some pink boots to contrast with her dark training attire, an intimidating height of what Sohyun guessed, maybe 180? And a smile that could light up the city and an aura that pulled Sohyun in.
As Sohyun watched, the girl juggled the ball with effortless grace, her foot a blur of practiced artistry. Each flick seemed to defy gravity, the leather sphere an extension of her vibrant spirit.
Sohyun felt a pang of envy, but it was quickly replaced by a spark of admiration. This was who she wanted to be – confident, skilled, a force to be reckoned with on the field.
Suddenly, the ball skittered away from the girl, bouncing towards her.
Call her crazy, she might have her head in the clouds most of the time, but Sohyun swore time slowed down as this girl’s eyes met hers, a flicker of surprise giving way to a warm challenge. Without even thinking, Sohyun lunged, her foot meeting the ball squarely. It rolled back to the girl, her smile now broader, a silent invitation.
"Nice reflexes," She said, her voice like the melody of a hidden river. "You play?"
Sohyun, flustered, could only nod.
“The name’s Xinyu. Sophomore majoring in acting and right wing of the soccer team.” She stretched her hand outwards and Sohyun hesitated to take it, unsure if it would be to awkward for a first meeting.
Xinyu smiled and Sohyun took it as a queue to introduce herself as well. “Park Sohyun, freshman in Film Studies.”
“I know.” She replied. Sohyun was left with her mouth hanging, only slightly. She could see the girl’s smile spreading wider somehow. She nodded and brought her eyes back to the ball as she juggled for a while.
Xinyu’s activity was interrupted by the feeling of somebody’s eyes on her. She turned to look at Sohyun, who was simply mesmerized, not only because of her skills.
The girl raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes after she caught Sohyun staring. "Want to show me what you've got?"
“I’m a keeper.”
“You surely are.” Her quick wit responded with a side smirk and Sohyun could just lower her head, half amused but also ashamed.
“I don’t mean it like that. I’m a goalkeeper.”
“Well then,” Xinyu threw the ball directly at her face, but Sohyun caught it as if it was no big deal. “Go get your gloves, Spider Girl.”
Xinyu’s legs were strong, that made her shots good enough to put on a challenge for the goalkeeper, who was tired but also happy.
“You’re good. I hope to see you on Tuesdays.” Xinyu said once she saw the coach arrive for the tryouts. “Take good care of her, coach. This one’s a jewel.” She winked at her before leaving the pitch to change to her day-to-day fit.
“I see you’ve met Xinyu, she’s one of the best here.” The guy started. “I trust her judgement a lot, so you better live up to the expectation.”
Sohyun nodded, feeling a newfound determination rising within her. "I won't let her, or the team, down," she promised herself. As the tryouts began, she stepped onto the pitch, ready to claim her place among the stars of the team.
It wasn’t easy, but as she left the pitch at 7:00pm, she felt confident. She just had to wait for the call backs, give it some days, maybe 3 and she would have an answer.
But in the meantime, her mind could only recall that smile of the team’s right wing, she blushed remembering her smile and left to her dorm, ready to tell Nakyoung all about it.
“So, I assume tryouts were good?” Nakyoung spoke, smiling at her roommate once she entered their shared loft.
“Amazing” She smiled dumbfounded, which raised suspicion in nosy Nakyoung.
“And?”
Sohyun sighed, already knowing her roommate all too well. She wouldn’t leave her alone so there was no point in trying.
"I met someone," Sohyun blurted out, her cheeks flushing as she recalled Xinyu's smile. "She's on the team, and she's... incredible." Nakyoung's eyes widened, a knowing grin spreading across her face.
"Really now?" Nakyoung teased, leaning back in her chair with a smirk. "Do tell more about this incredible girl." Sohyun blushed even more, unsure of how to put into words the feelings that were still so new and confusing. “There’s no fucking way she has you blushing after seeing her once.”
”She was just nice, that’s all.” Sohyun commented, smiling at the memory of Xinyu who she had just seen once.
“Tell me more.” Her roommate protested with a pout that made her look a bit stupid to Sohyun.
”She’s not from here, that’s very obvious in the way she talks.” Sohyun had noticed this different pronunciation in some of her words. It was not weird to her at all, if anything it was charming. “And her name gave it away.”
”What’s her name?”
”Xinyu.”
With the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on the campus, Sohyun found herself heading towards her first class after lunch. She had studied all morning with Seoyeon and Nakyoung for their Audiovisual Communication class.
She skipped with the rhythm of Chappell Roan’s The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, mouthing the words to the chorus of Pink Pony Club.
She was feeling especially motivated in that moment, and her heart pounded in her chest as she saw a familiar figure walking in the same direction. She hesitated, her mind was telling her to run, maybe she doesn’t remember me. But her heart was pleading her to run up to the girl and say hi.
Before she could make a move, Xinyu, with her long black hair flowing behind her, turned to look at Sohyun, a playful smile on her face.
“Sohyunnie! Are you heading to class?” She asked, leaving Sohyun flustered with the new nickname. The girl could only nod, smiling at her senior inevitably. Xinyu started walking by her side, quiet at first.
"So, how did the tryouts go?" she asked, her voice smooth like honey, causing Sohyun's heart to flutter.
"I think they went well," She replied, trying to keep her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Xinyu chuckled, a sound that made Sohyun's heart skip a beat. "From what I heard from the coach, it seems like we found ourselves a new goalkeeper."
Sohyun's eyes widened in surprise. "Really?"
Xinyu winked at her, her flirtatious attitude making Sohyun blush, once again. "Guess you'll have to wait and see, Spider Girl."
(Oh, Sohyun was going to have a hard time acting nonchalant with all these flirting)
As they continued walking, Sohyun found herself lost in thoughts of future training sessions – the camaraderie of the team, the thrill of blocking a well-aimed shot, and, of course, more interactions with Xinyu.
But also, the anxiety that came with it, as a goalkeeper, making mistakes is unacceptable, since-
All of a sudden, the taller girl reached out, snagging Sohyun's phone from her hand. "Chappell Roan, huh?" Xinyu's voice was laced with mild surprise and a hint of amusement as she glanced at the phone's screen. "I didn't take you as someone who'd be listening to The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess before an exam."
Caught off guard, Sohyun could only respond with a confused, "What?"
Xinyu chuckled, her dimples visible in the afternoon sunlight. "It's kind of a gay culture thing, you know?" she explained, handing Sohyun's phone back to her. Her eyes sparkled with an unspoken question, one that left Sohyun blushing and at a loss for words.
Feeling her cheeks heat up, Sohyun stammered, "I... This is what I like… I mean, I like other things obviously but I’m… A Chapell Roan listener." Sohyun stammered, her affirmations sounding more like a question than anything else.
Xinyu simply chuckled, giving her a knowing look before turning her attention back to the path ahead.
“Figured, the belt gave it away.”
”What about my belt?”
”It’s cute.”
As they arrived at the building, Sohyun turned to Xinyu, her heart pounding in her chest. "Thank you," she said softly. "For walking with me."
Xinyu glanced at her, a soft smile on her face. "Just be ready for training," she replied, her voice full of warmth. As she walked away, Sohyun watched her, a sense of excitement and anticipation growing within her.
As she entered the lecture hall, Sohyun couldn't help but smile. It looked like her college journey was about to become a lot more interesting.
As the days passed, the bond between Xinyu and Sohyun continued to strengthen.
In addition to their time spent together on the road and on the field, Sohyun began to frequent the quaint, little coffee shop where Nakyoung worked part-time.
The atmosphere of the shop was warm and inviting, and Sohyun found herself drawn to the sight of the baristas working diligently behind the counter.
The aroma of freshly ground coffee beans enveloped Sohyun as she stepped into the cozy little coffee shop on campus. It was her sanctuary—a place where the world slowed down, and the comforting hum of conversation blended with the soft jazz playing in the background. The baristas knew her by name, and the worn-out armchairs near the window had witnessed countless hours of her studying and daydreaming.
But today was different. Today, Sohyun's heart raced as she scanned the room, her eyes locking onto a familiar figure behind the counter. Xinyu —the team winger with the mischievous smile and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed—was here, her hands moving deftly as she prepared an order.
Sohyun's pulse quickened. She had never seen Xinyu in this context—apron tied around her waist, hair pulled back in a messy bun, and a focused expression as she expertly frothed milk for a latte. The realization hit Sohyun like a lightning bolt: Xinyu was a barista, and this quaint coffee shop was her domain.
Xinyu glanced up, her eyes widening in surprise. "Sohyun?" she said, wiping her hands on her apron. "What are you doing here?"
Sohyun stammered, her cheeks flushing. "I—I come here often. I didn't know you worked here."
Xinyu grinned. "Surprise. Part-time gig to pay for textbooks. What can I get you?"
Sohyun ordered her usual—a caramel macchiato—and watched Xinyu work her magic. The steam hissed from the espresso machine, and the rich aroma filled the air.
"Thanks," Sohyun said, her voice barely audible after the older girl handed her the order.
"You know," she whispered, "I make the best caramel macchiatos."
Sohyun blushed. "I'll keep that in mind."
As Xinyu returned to the counter, Sohyun settled into her favorite armchair by the window. The rain tapped against the glass, and the world outside blurred into a watercolor painting.
She started frequenting the place during Xinyu’s working hours, she would make a quick conversation with the barista if the line wasn’t long and the people weren’t impatient. It became a sort of habit of hers, order the macchiato, stay for a while reading a book by the window and go home before 6 to study there.
This time, when she was handed her cup by another barista (Her name tag read Mayu) Xinyu joined her, a steaming cup of coffee in hand.
"So," Xinyu said, "what brings you here today?"
Sohyun hesitated, then blurted out, "I’m always here, what do you mean?”
“Were you disappointed when someone else handed you that macchiato?”
“Actually, I think your friend Mayu over there makes amazing coffee. I might just come here during her working hours from now on.”
“You’re too funny, Park Sohyun.”
And so, they talked—about soccer, about dreams, about the rain washing away old memories. Xinyu's laughter was like sunlight breaking through clouds, and Sohyun felt herself falling deeper. When Xinyu's shift ended, they walked together to Xinyu's dorm, the rain clinging to their hair and clothes.
Inside Xinyu's room, Sohyun hesitated at the door. "I should go."
Xinyu stepped closer, her fingers brushing Sohyun's. "Or," she said, "you could stay."
“Xinyu, I don’t want to bother-”
“Non sense,” She began, already letting her in. “I want you to stay.”
And so, Sohyun stayed. The room cozy and cluttered with textbooks, soccer gear, and a guitar propped against the wall. Xinyu’s bed was neatly made, a few plush pillows invitingly arranged.
"Make yourself at home," Xinyu said, gesturing to the bed. "I'll find you something dry to wear."
Sohyun sat cross-legged, her fingers tracing the quilt. Xinyu disappeared into the tiny bathroom, and Sohyun listened to the sound of running water. When Xinyu returned, she held out a soft hoodie and a pair of sweatpants.
"Thanks," Sohyun mumbled, her cheeks warm. She changed quickly, the borrowed clothes enveloping her in Xinyu’s scent—a mix of rain, coffee, and something uniquely Xinyu.
”It looks big on you.” The upperclassman commented with a chuckle. “You look cute.”
”Hey! I um-“ Sohyun could swear she had prepared a clever answer, but the last comment made her so flustered it was hard to talk. “I am not that small.”
”Sure.”
They sat side by side on the bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the window. Xinyu's guitar sat within arm's reach, and Sohyun wondered if Xinyu played it during quiet moments, just like she did.
"So," Xinyu said, "classes. How's your schedule?"
Sohyun fumbled for her words. "Uh, it's okay. Tough, but manageable. You?"
Xinyu leaned back, her eyes thoughtful. "I love literature classes. Tone and Nien are in my Shakespeare seminar. We dissect sonnets like detectives.”
Sohyun laughed. "Sounds intense."
"It is. But we bond over our shared confusion." Xinyu's smile was like a secret shared between friends. "And music? What do you listen to?"
Sohyun's heart raced as she was afraid she would reveal too much by revealing this informaron, still, she loved questions about music. "Clairo," she blurted out. "And Olivia Rodrigo. And—"
Xinyu's eyes lit up. "Gracie Abrams?"
Sohyun nodded. "Have you heard Risk yet?"
Xinyu's fingers brushed Sohyun's. “Pre-release fan. In Between, too."
And so, they talked—about music, about books, about life beyond soccer. Xinyu's laughter was a melody, and Sohyun found herself leaning in, wanting to hear more.
"Would you survive The Hunger Games?"Xinyu asked, her tone shifting to something more serious as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on the bed.
Sohyun grinned, tilting her head back slightly as she considered the question. "I'd probably be too lazy to even try."
Xinyu nudged her playfully with her shoulder, a bright smile spreading across her face. "I'd protect you." She said confidently, puffing out her chest in mock bravado.
Sohyun scoffed at the comment, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. “You might be tall, but you don’t look like a protector at all,” she teased, raising an eyebrow as she took in Xinyu’s slender frame and easygoing demeanor.
Xinyu laughed, undeterred by Sohyun's playful jab.
“Hey! I may not look it, but I’ve got some hidden skills,” she insisted, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
Sohyun shook her head, still chuckling. “But what’s the point of living if you carry that much trauma?” she asked, the lightness of their banter giving way to a more thoughtful tone.
Xinyu paused for a moment, considering Sohyun’s words “One could always try, just like the main characters did, right?” She replied softly, now looking out through her window. The sun caught the strands of her hair, giving her an almost ethereal glow.
Sohyun turned to meet Xinyu's gaze, intrigued by the depth behind her words. “Yeah,” she said quietly. “But do you really think it’s worth it?”
Xinyu met Sohyun's eyes steadily, a hint of determination in her expression. “Sometimes it is,” she said firmly. “Even if it’s hard. For some things, for some people and feelings, it’s worth it.”
And just like that, the conversation shifted. It became somewhat comfortable.
"Tell me," Xinyu said, her voice low, "what's your favorite song?"
Sohyun hesitated, then whispered, "Clairo's Bags. I um-."
Xinyu's gaze held hers. "It’s a classic," she said, "We are just girls who carry our secrets like treasures, our lives depend on them."
Sohyun's nervousness melted away with borrowed clothes and shared music.
"First sleepover," Xinyu said, her eyes searching Sohyun's. She was not even asking at this point. She might not be the brightest, excelling mostly at sport and physical actibvities, but she definetly noticed Sohyun’s nervousness.
Sohyun nodded. "Yeah."
Xinyu's hands caressed the othe girl’s hair, "Sweet dreams, Sohyun."
And as the rain continued to fall outside, Sohyun closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of Xinyu beside her.
The first match of the season arrived, and with it came a whirlwind of emotions for Sohyun. The stadium was packed, the electric atmosphere only serving to amplify the anxiety gnawing at her stomach.
Dahyun, another freshman from the team, and Sohyun got there first, earlier than the rest of the girls. They were both new to this sense of responsibility that wearing the team’s shirt carried.
“I assume you’re also nervous for this match.” Dahyun comented while tying the laces on her bright pink cleats.
Sohyun was wrapping tape around her fingers to prevent any possible injury. “You know I get nervous even during friendly matches in recess.” She put her gloves on and tested the grip on them. “Plus, goalkeeping is not easy, there’s no room for mistakes.”
Just then, the winger (and now co-captain, there to help Xiaoting when it was necessary) entered the room, her silky brown hair tied up in a tight braid. She smiled at Sohyun before sitting right next to her, earning a curious look from Dahyun.
Sensing her nervousness, Xinyu gently ran her fingers through Sohyun's hair in a soothing gesture. Dahyun, who had caught sight of this, took the opportunity to tease Sohyun relentlessly with her eyes, those that spoke louder than words. Yet, Sohyun didn't mind the teasing; she felt calmer, reassured by Xinyu's comforting touch.
The game started off on a rough note, with the opposing team scoring an early goal due to a dangerous foul close to the area. It was impossible for Sohyun to fly high enough to try to reach the ball. She got up frustrated, taking Xinyu’s offering hand to get up.
“You’re doing good, just keep going.” She whispered before going back to her position.
During halftime, as they huddled together in the locker room, Xinyu reached for Sohyun’s hands and planted gentle kisses on them wherever the tape was not covering her skin. The warmth of her lips against Sohyun's skin caused a blush to creep up her neck. It was an unexpected gesture, but it sparked a surge of confidence within the younger girl.
The second half of the game saw a complete turnaround. Sohyun, her reflexes sharp and focused, blocked shot after shot. Xinyu was on fire, scoring two goals in quick succession. The crowd roared in approval as they turned the game around and won the match 5-1.
After the game, as they were packing up, Xinyu turned to Sohyun. “Which goal was your favorite, Sohyunnie?”
“It’s hard for me to see from so far. But I think the way you juggled to go past those defenders in the second goal was pretty neat.”
Xinyu's eyes sparkled as she smiled and said, "That one was for you," leaving Sohyun blushing and speechless.
The freshman then went to the locker room, it was buzzed with post-game energy—adrenaline-fueled laughter, and the lingering taste of victory.
Sohyun, her heart still racing from their first official match, peeled off her gloves and sank onto the bench.
Another girl, Kaede, cheeky as ever, with a penchant for teasing, plopped down next to Sohyun. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Well, well," she said, "look who's the star player today."
(Sohyun did not know much about Kaede, apart from the fact that she was Japanese and ridiculously good at everything, despite being years younger than her.)
Sohyun didn’t even look at her, she was busy tugging at her damp hair. "Not me."
“Give yourself some credit, girl. You were amazing.”
“I just did my part.”
Kaede nudged her. "And Xinyu? Did she just do her part too?"
Sohyun's pulse quickened. Xinyu was the one who stayed late after practice, fixing Sohyun's flying technique. The one who shared secret smiles during drills and whispered encouragement when Sohyun's arms felt like lead.
"She's just being a good teammate," Sohyun mumbled, avoiding Kaede's knowing gaze.
Kaede snorted. "Good teammate, my ass. That's not how teammates usually behave."
The older girl frowned. "What do you mean?"
Kaede leaned in, her voice low. "Watch her, Sohyun. The way she looks at you when you make a save. The way she lingers after practice. That's not just teammate behavior."
Sohyun's heart somersaulted. "You're reading too much into it."
“And you’re not seeing the elephant in the room.” Kaede wasn't convinced. "The way she caress your hair when your nervous or how she holds her hand with or without gloves on? Trust me, Sohyun, I've never seen this before.”
For Sohyun, I had felt like secrets shared between friends and nothing more, she didn’t want to think to deep into it.
“And for the record,” She leaned in conspirationally “I would never kiss your hands in between a match.”
As they changed into fresh clothes, Sohyun stole glances at Xinyu across the room. The way she laughed with Jiyeon and Dahyun, the way her fingers brushed her own wristband—it all felt like a puzzle Sohyun couldn't solve.
When Xinyu approached, Sohyun's heart did a clumsy dance. "Great game," Xinyu said, her voice warm. "You really nailed those flights."
Sohyun blushed. "Thanks. And you—"
Xinyu's smile was like a secret only Sohyun knew about. "We make a good team."
They stepped out into the evening—the residential village bathed in twilight, the sky a deepening blue that hinted at the stars to come. Xinyu's dorm was just a few blocks away, but for Sohyun, each step felt like a journey through uncharted territory. Her heart raced, nerves a tangled mess beneath her calm exterior.
"Walk with me?" Xinyu asked, her voice soft yet inviting, as her hand brushed against Sohyun's. The fleeting touch sent a shiver down Sohyun's spine, igniting a warmth in her cheeks that she hoped Xinyu wouldn’t notice.
Sohyun nodded, their footsteps falling into sync as they meandered down the quiet street. The air was thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and freshly cut grass, a comforting backdrop to their burgeoning connection. Sohyun hummed a tune—soft and familiar—allowing the melody to fill the spaces between them.
"Taylor Swift?" Xinyu guessed, a teasing lilt in her voice that made Sohyun’s heart flutter.
“I know I look more like… an alt girl… I mean I am but—” She stopped herself, suddenly aware of the way Xinyu's eyes sparkled with curiosity. The moment hung between them, charged with an unspoken tension. "Is it too basic for you?" she asked, biting her lip slightly.
“Depends on your favorite song from The Tortured Poets Department,” Xinyu replied, her gaze steady and playful.
Sohyun grinned, feeling emboldened. "Quick quick, tell me something awful,” she sang lowly, letting the words linger in the air like a secret shared only between them.
“Do you feel like the poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy?” Xinyu shot back, her laughter light.
“Nah, just a regular poet.” Sohyun turned to meet Xinyu's gaze directly, her smile widening as she added playfully, “I like to think I make poetry with the films and scripts.” She grinned, letting her words fly with the wind. “What about you?” she asked, curious about the layers she could uncover with this question.
“Well, I know how to ball and Aristotle, too. Kinda… What do you think it means?” Xinyu replied with a smirk that made Sohyun’s heart skip.
“That you need to find someone that knows neither, or both.” Sohyun’s voice was teasing yet sincere; she felt bold enough to lean slightly closer as she spoke.
“How much do you know about philosophy?” Xinyu asked, arching an eyebrow in playful challenge.
“Does Tarantino count or do I have to study Stanley Cavell?” Sohyun shot back with mock seriousness. Her cheeks flushed at the realization that she was flirting more than she intended.
“So you do know philosophy,” Xinyu said, her smile widening as she caught Sohyun’s blush. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken words and lingering glances.
“Of film.” Sohyun corrected quickly, laughter escaping her lips as if to deflect the intensity of the moment. But even as she laughed, she could feel the weight of their connection pressing in around them.
“It’s enough,” Xinyu replied softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer beneath—an understanding that perhaps they were both searching for more than just casual conversation on this twilight walk.
In the time following the game, Xinyu revealed herself to be far more than just an exceptional soccer player. She was not only knowledgeable and experienced in her field, but in many other areas too. This led to her assisting Sohyun with her projects.
It was 7 at night when Sohyun entered the busy study room to finish a production book for her recent film. It was abnormally loud and bursting with people, forcing Sohyun to move to a tiny table, far away from the outlets and every charging port. That was not a problem until her laptop needed charging.
She looked around and found the girl who had been running through her mind for the past few days nonstop. She hesitated, Maybe is better if I stay.
Maybe I don’t really need to charge my laptop
But luck was not on her side (or maybe it was.)
“Hey, Spider Girl!” Xinyu called.
“Xinyu! What’s up? I didn’t see you there.” Sohyun grinned awkwardly, blushing in the slightest at just hearing her teammate’s voice.
“Nothing much. Just finishing this essay and I noticed you looked like a lost puppy. Cute, by the way.”
“I was um… Looking for a charging port.” She said, laptop on hand and heavy backpack hanging from her left elbow.
“What a coincidence.” Xinyu made a gesture with her head, signaling the spot where her things were at. “I’m just right next to one.”
“I… Uh-“
“Are you shy, Park Sohyun?” She teased, taking her backpack from her shoulder and already putting her on her own table. “Come on, I don’t bite.”
Sohyun hesitated, her fingers tapping nervously on the edge of the table. Xinyu's presence was both exhilarating and intimidating. She had admired Xinyu from afar, although they were recently becoming closer.
(Yes, Sohyun had had a sleepover at Xinyu’s, but that didn’t seem to be relevant at this point.)
She had seen the way Xinyu led the team with confidence, her sharp mind always one step ahead. Now, sitting across from her, Sohyun felt like a bumbling amateur.
"So, what are you doing here?" Xinyu's voice cut through the tension. Sohyun looked up from her laptop, her heart racing. She had to make a good impression. Xinyu was not only a teammate, but a really cute one.
"I'm finishing a production report," Sohyun stammered, turning her laptop to face Xinyu. "It's for a music video I'll be filming next weekend."
Xinyu leaned in, studying the screen. "Impressive. You're smart smart."
Sohyun blushed. "I'd like to think I'm just passionate and creative."
Xinyu chuckled. "Well, it's cool, even if I don't understand half of it."
"It's all about camera angles, lenses, and filming schedules, some art and photo directions and so on.” Sohyun explained. "Not that hard once you get the hang of it."
"Right," Xinyu said, glancing at her own laptop. "Meanwhile, I'm stuck on this essay."
Sohyun stole a glance at Xinyu's screen. "What's it about?"
"Existentialism in modern literature, it’s an elective" Xinyu replied. "Fascinating stuff, but my brain is fried."
Sohyun chuckled softly and closed her laptop with deliberate care, setting it aside to give Xinyu her full attention. “Existentialism sounds intense,” she said thoughtfully before leaning forward slightly. “But hey, since you’re diving into heavy topics like that… can I ask you something lighter?”
Xinyu raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Go for it.”
“You know,” Sohyun began with a grin, “I’ve always wondered—since you’re studying acting while I’m into film… do you even watch movies? Or do you just watch soap dramas and reality TVs?”
Xinyu laughed at that, shaking her head. “Of course I watch movies! But now that you mention it…” She leaned closer with mock seriousness. “You must have an entire treasure trove of movie recommendations, right?”
Sohyun’s eyes lit up instantly as if someone had flipped a switch inside her. “Absolutely!” she exclaimed, sitting up straighter. “Just like music, there’s a movie for everyone—thousands of films for thousands of tastes.”
“And what’s your favorite?” Xinyu asked earnestly, resting her chin on her hand again as if preparing to absorb every word.
Sohyun leaned back against the couch dramatically, tapping her chin in thought. “Hmm… it depends on my mood,” she mused before breaking into an excited smile. “But one of my all-time favorites is The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Have you watched it?”
Xinyu shook her head slowly. “I don’t think so.”
Sohyun gasped audibly, clutching at her chest like Xinyu had just confessed to a crime. “Oh my god! Xinyu!” she exclaimed with exaggerated disbelief. “It’s one of the best movies ever! Haven’t you heard or read that line? At that moment, I swear we were infinite.”
Xinyu smiled softly at Sohyun’s enthusiasm, captivated by the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved. She leaned closer and said with a playful smirk, “Tell me you’ll watch it with me.”
“Deal!” Sohyun said immediately before narrowing her eyes mischievously. “But only if you promise to watch your favorite movies with me.”
“Done,” Xinyu replied confidently before pausing for dramatic effect. She crossed her arms smugly and added, “But don’t judge me when I say they’re The How to Train Your Dragon movies.”
Sohyun blinked at first, caught off guard by how perfectly Xinyu that answer was—and then burst into laughter. It wasn’t mocking; it was warm and genuine because somehow it made so much sense.
“What?” Xinyu asked defensively but with a grin tugging at her lips.
“Nothing!” Sohyun managed between laughs before catching her breath. Her voice softened as she added sincerely, “It just… fits you so well.”
“Is that a good thing?” Xinyu asked suspiciously.
“It’s perfect,” Sohyun reassured quickly before leaning forward again with renewed curiosity.
“Okay—what else do you like?”
“I’m also a huge Potterhead,” Sohyun admitted proudly.
“A what?” Xinyu asked blankly, she frowned slightly in confusion. “…Isn’t that what they call movie nerds or something?”
“You’re joking,” Sohyun deadpanned before narrowing her eyes when Xinyu didn’t laugh or correct herself immediately. “…Wait—you’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” Xinyu shrugged casually before picking up a pastry from the coffee table and taking a bite.
“Harry Potter, Xinyu!” Sohyun exclaimed incredulously.
“Ohhh…” Xinyu nodded slowly as if finally connecting the dots mid-chew. She swallowed and added nonchalantly, “That makes sense.”
Sohyun groaned dramatically but couldn’t help laughing again at how utterly unbothered Xinyu seemed by the whole exchange.
“Well then,” Sohyun said after composing herself slightly, leaning forward with mock intensity again. “You must be a Slytherin.”
“And why’s that?” Xinyu asked curiously.
“Because,” Sohyun said matter-of-factly while pointing at her friend for emphasis, “you’ve got that cunning look in your eyes—and you’re passionate, determined. A good leader, too.”
Xinyu chuckled softly at the assessment and shrugged playfully. “Thanks, I guess I am.” She tilted her head curiously then and asked slyly, “But what about you?”
“Oh…” Sohyun leaned back dramatically again as if revealing some great secret. “I’m a Hufflepuff. Quite shy and… typically losers, not that I think I am one but that’s… Yeah. Hufflepuffs are kind and very friendly, I care a lot about people.”
”Sounds like we’re opposite.”
”You could say that.”
Xinyu grinned widely at that revelation and leaned back beside Sohyun on the couch with an air of satisfaction. "So," she said lightly but with warmth in her voice, "A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff planning movie nights together—sounds like either magic or a disaster waiting to happen."
“Probably both,” Sohyun replied with a laugh before nudging Xinyu gently with her shoulder.
“Perfect,”
They spent numerous evenings either in the library or in Xinyu’s dorm, working shoulder to shoulder on assignments, enjoying boba tea, and sharing laughter and anecdotes. One memorable evening, Xinyu was stressed about a video project she had to submit. Despite the late hours and exhausting work, Sohyun cherished these moments, relishing the camaraderie they shared.
"I just can't get the pacing right," Xinyu lamented, furrowing her brows at her laptop screen.
Sohyun, who was sitting beside her, looked over her shoulder at the video project. "May I?" she asked, gesturing to Xinyu’s laptop.
The tall girl nodded, and Sohyun began going through the video, offering advice on cutting and rearranging certain clips to improve the flow. She also suggested some transitions and effects that could enhance the overall feel of the video.
Once she finished, Xinyu let out a sigh of relief. "I don't know what I'd do without you," she said earnestly. "You're so good at this... I could literally kiss you."
The comment hit Sohyun like a lightning bolt. Her heart pounded in her chest and a flurry of thoughts raced through her mind. She could feel her face heating up, her palms growing sweaty. She had no idea how to respond, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Xinyu, however, seemed completely unfazed. She merely chuckled and ruffled Sohyun's hair affectionately, oblivious to the internal turmoil she had just unleashed within the younger girl.
Sohyun could only stare, frozen, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and panic. She was acutely aware of Xinyu's closeness, of the warmth radiating off her body, of the soft scent of her perfume. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and utterly terrifying.
“You know?” Sohyun finally gathered the courage to speak, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted slightly, her heart racing as she caught Xinyu's attention.
Xinyu hummed thoughtfully, turning to face her again, the soft glow of the laptop screen illuminating her features. “You always treat me like a baby,” Sohyun added, a hint of playful defiance in her tone.
“Do I?” Xinyu replied, tilting her head with a teasing smile that made Sohyun’s stomach flutter.
“Yeah,” Sohyun insisted, crossing her arms and trying to maintain a serious expression, though her lips threatened to curl into a smile.
“I must be doing it unconsciously,” Xinyu said with a casual shrug, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It must be because you’re so cute.” With that, she reached over and playfully pinched Sohyun's cheek, eliciting a surprised gasp from her.
Sohyun felt warmth flood her cheeks as she struggled to regain her composure. She turned slightly away, trying to mask the flustered grin that threatened to break free. Her heart raced as she let out a shaky breath, silently praying that Xinyu would remain oblivious to the effect Xinyu had on her. The tension hung in the air like an unspoken promise, both thrilling and nerve-wracking.
Yet, even as she tried to calm herself, she couldn't help but replay Sohyun's comment over and over in her mind, each repetition sending a new wave of panic coursing through her veins.
The library was quiet, the air heavy with the scent of old books and late-night desperation. Xinyu had been hunched over her laptop for hours, her eyes bleary from reading research papers and typing up notes. Sohyun, sitting at the adjacent table, was equally immersed in her textbooks, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard.
Finally, Xinyu pushed her chair back, stretching her arms above her head. "I can't take it anymore," she muttered. "My brain is turning into mush."
Sohyun glanced up, sympathy in her eyes. "Tell me about it. I think I've read the same sentence five times and I still can’t get it right!” Sohyun was frustrated because of the script she had to turn in on a few days. The first draft she sent was rejected and now she was stuck.
Xinyu chuckled. "Let's call it a night. My brain needs a reboot."
As they gathered their belongings, Xinyu hesitated. She'd noticed Sohyun's tired expression, the way her shoulders sagged under the weight of her backpack. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or maybe it was the dim glow of the library lamps, but Xinyu felt a sudden urge to offer something more.
"Hey, um…” Xinyu said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "Do you need a ride home?"
Sohyun tried to blink the weariness away. “Oh, um, no, it's okay. I can take the bus."
Xinyu shook her head. "Nonsense, Sohyun. Something could happen to you!” She said, helping her out with her backpack. “I've got my motorcycle parked outside. It's faster than the bus, and besides, I could use some fresh air."
Sohyun hesitated, then nodded. "Okay, sure. Thanks."
They stepped out into the cool night, the library doors closing behind them. Xinyu led Sohyun to where her sleek black motorcycle was parked. She swung a leg over the seat, patting the empty space behind her.
"Get on," Xinyu said, her helmet dangling from one hand. "Hold on tight."
Sohyun hesitated, eyeing the motorcycle warily. She'd never ridden one before, but Xinyu's confident grin was infectious. She climbed on behind Xinyu, wrapping her arms around her waist.
The engine roared to life, and they shot forward, the wind whipping through their hair. Sohyun clung to Xinyu, her heart racing. The city lights blurred as they weaved through traffic, Xinyu expertly navigating the streets.
“We always go to my dorm, I just realized I don’t even know where you live” Xinyu knew about Sohyun’s shared apartment with Nakyoung, it was outside of college, but aside from that she was still clueless about the rest. "Where do you live?" Xinyu shouted over the wind.
"Apartment complex near the park," Sohyun replied, her voice barely audible. “You know which one?”
Xinyu grinned. "Yeah I think I got it."
They pulled up in front of Sohyun's building, the engine purring to a stop. Sohyun dismounted, her legs wobbly from the adrenaline rush. Xinyu removed her helmet, her dark hair tousled.
"Thanks for the ride," Sohyun said, her cheeks flushed.
Xinyu shrugged. "Anytime. It's more fun than the library, and definitely better than the bus, right?”
Sohyun laughed. "Definitely."
As they stood there, the night around them, Xinyu hesitated. "Hey, Sohyunnie," she said softly. "Maybe next time, we can skip the library altogether. Does dinner sound better?"
"Really?"
Xinyu grinned. "I swear I’m a good cook. And this time, no textbooks allowed."
Sohyun's exhaustion melted away as she smiled. Maybe this ride was more than just a lift home.
The cozy living room was bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights strung across the walls. Xinyu had set up the projector, and the screen flickered to life. Sohyun settled into the plush couch, her heart fluttering with anticipation. They were about to watch The Perks of Being a Wallflower, and she couldn't help but steal glances at Xinyu, who sat beside her.
The opening scene unfolded—a lonely Charlie standing on the football field, lost in a sea of faces. Sohyun watched as he navigated high school, awkward and introverted. She wondered if Xinyu ever felt that way, leading their team with such confidence.
Xinyu shifted closer, their arms brushing. "Charlie reminds me of you," she whispered, her voice low and intimate.
Sohyun's cheeks warmed. "Me? Why?"
"Because you're like a hidden gem," Xinyu said, her eyes locking onto Sohyun's. "Quiet, but full of depth. He is all shy and overall a very caring person, just like you. But like… Only that, the nice parts, you know?”
“Oh yeah, he is a bit weird, very traumatized… And not so nice, right?”
“But I think you’re always nice.”
She tried to focus on the screen, but Xinyu's presence and movie banter was distracting. The way her lips curved into a smile, the way her fingers brushed against Sohyun's—every touch sent shivers down Sohyun's spine.
When the iconic tunnel scene arrived, Sohyun's breath caught. Charlie stood in the back of the pickup truck, arms outstretched, feeling infinite. Sohyun sang heroes under her breath but she turned to look at Xinyu who leaned closer, her lips brushing Sohyun's ear. "We could steal time just for one day," she sang through a murmur.
Sohyun's pulse raced. Xinyu was singing quietly, but it felt like so much more.
After the credits rolled, Xinyu stretched, her fingers grazing Sohyun's thigh.
"What did you think?" Sohyun asked to distract herself a bit.
Xinyu blinked, still lost in the movie's magic (And maybe something else). "It was beautiful. And heartbreaking."
Sohyun nodded. "Life is like that sometimes. Full of moments that break us and moments that make us feel infinite."
Sohyun hesitated to continue, "Xinyu, are we—"
But Xinyu was already on her feet, grabbing the DVD case for How To Train Your Dragon "Next up," she announced, "a little fantasy."
Sohyun followed her to the couch, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The familiar theme music played, and they settled in. But Xinyu's attention wasn't on the screen. Instead, she traced patterns on Sohyun’s palm, her touch sending electric shocks through Sohyun’s veins.
"Did you know," Xinyu said, her voice low, "that Hiccups and I have something in common?"
Sohyun raised an eyebrow. "Really? What?"
"We both have a thing for smart girls." Xinyu's gaze lingered on Sohyun's eyes, and her heart threatened to burst out of her chest.
"Trying to flirt during How To Train Your Dragon?" Sohyun teased, her voice barely steady.
Xinyu cuddle closer to her. "Well. Fantasy… and I guess magic is all about unexpected connections."
And so, they watched the movie—their laughter blending with the sound of roars of dragons and dragon racing matches. But Sohyun's mind was elsewhere. She was caught between the world of wizards and the enchantment of Xinyu's smile.
As the credits rolled, Xinyu turned to Sohyun. "You know," she said, "I'd choose you over any dragon"
Sohyun's heart soared. "Even over a Night Fury?"
Xinyu grinned. "Can a Night Fury have 4 consecutive clean sheets leading our team to an undefeated record?"
”Probably.”
Sohyun grinned back, her smile radiating warmth and mischief, conveying more than words ever could. She leaned slightly closer, her eyes sparkling with playful challenge.
“You know?” Xinyu began, her tone teasing as she shifted in her seat, resting her chin on her hand. “It’s really funny that you’re the goalkeeper.”
“Why’s that?” Sohyun asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
“You’re not that tall,” Xinyu replied, a laugh bubbling up as she leaned back, crossing her arms with a mock-serious expression.
“I— What?” Sohyun feigned offense, dramatically placing a hand over her heart as if wounded. “It’s not my fault you’re like 10 meters tall!” She gestured exaggeratedly toward Xinyu, her laughter infectious as she tried to maintain her composure.
Xinyu chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief at Sohyun's antics. The lighthearted banter danced between them, each teasing remark deepening their connection and filling the air with an electric energy.
“Also, I realized recently,” Xinyu began, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “you never told me what you did in that gap year of yours. You should be a sophomore like me.”
Sohyun leaned back against the wall, a nostalgic smile spreading across her face. “Oh, it was incredible… Can’t believe I never told you. I traveled across South America taking pictures.”
“Really? That sounds amazing! Where did you go?” Xinyu leaned in closer, her interest piqued.
“Everywhere! Brazil, obviously I had to go to Colombia. It really lives up to the hype. Then I went to Chile, I visited Perú too.” Sohyun said, her eyes lighting up with each memory. “I captured everything from bustling markets to quiet streets at dawn and mountains and rivers…”
Xinyu nodded, captivated. “Did you have a favorite moment?”
“Too many, but in Brazil, I stumbled upon this hidden café in Buzios. The light was perfect for photos, and I ended up chatting with the owner for hours, although my portuguese skills were not as good,” Sohyun recalled, her voice filled with excitement. “I took some of my best shots there.”
“That sounds nice” Xinyu exclaimed. “You must have so many stories.”
“Too many to tell in one night,” Sohyun chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But I’ll share more over coffee sometime.”
“Deal! I also should be able to see some pictures.” Xinyu replied, her smile widening.
“You will.”
As Sohyun looked forward to the rest of the season, she came to a realization. She wasn't just attracted to Xinyu for her on-field prowess. She was falling for Xinyu as a person – her kindness, her wit, her determination, and her unwavering support. The more time she spent with Xinyu, the more certain it became. She desired to be with her, not just on the soccer field, but at her side, in every aspect of life.
As the days went by, she found herself in a whirlwind of emotions she'd never experienced before. She had never been with a girl, never had romantic feelings for anyone, in fact. Her life had been dedicated to soccer, leaving no room for relationships or encounters outside of school or her team. She never thought that she would find herself falling in love on the very team she had always dreamed of joining.
Her feelings were a confusing and exhilarating mix of emotions. Was it possible that Xinyu felt the same way about her? Sohyun wasn't sure if she had made it clear that she was interested in girls. She thought back to the moment when she shared her favorite Chappell Roan song with Xinyu.
Wasn't that a clear enough hint?
But also, Everyone likes “Good Luck, Babe!” Nowadays, right?
And additionally, For fuck’s sake! I play soccer! That’s like the gayest sport for a girl to play.
She also thought Bags by Claire should’ve made it obvious, right? Yet the doubts still persisted, no matter how comforting her memories were.
The library was a sanctuary of hushed whispers and dimmed lights. Sohyun sat at their usual table, her fingers tracing the embossed title on the book cover: The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo. She had brought it along intentionally, hoping that these subtle hints would help Xinyu understand her feelings better.
(In other words, directly-indirectly telling Xinyu she likes girls and those other things were not just coincidences.)
Xinyu arrived, her stride confident, her eyes scanning the room. When they landed on Sohyun’s book, curiosity flickered in their depths. "I wouldn't have pegged you for a fan of this sort of thing," Sohyun commented, sliding into the chair opposite Sohyun.
Sohyun raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a half-smile. "There's a lot about me you don't know."
The winger leaned back, studying Sohyun. "Is that so? Enlighten me, then."
And so, Sohyun did. She talked about her love for complex characters, for stories that peeled back layers and revealed hidden truths. She spoke of Evelyn Hugo's glamorous life, her seven marriages, and the secrets she carried like jewels in her heart. Xinyu listened, her gaze unwavering, and Sohyun wondered if she was reading between the lines.
After that conversation, Xinyu started to behave differently around Sohyun.
(Sohyun’s stupid plan has actually worked. She would have to brag about it to Nakyoung, since she had said It’s the most ridiculous thing that has ever occurred to you.)
Xinyu became more touchy, always finding an excuse to brush her hand against Sohyun’s or to playfully nudge her. Sohyun’s skin tingled with each accidental touch, and she wondered if Xinyu’s fingers held secrets too.
One evening, as they arrived side by side to the training ground, Xinyu leaned in, resting her chin on Sohyun’s shoulder, her breath warm against her ear. "You know," she murmured, "I've been thinking about Evelyn Hugo."
Sohyun’s heart skipped a beat. "What about her?"
"She never knew how to navigate love," Xinyu said. "How to choose, how to let go and take the best decisions. I think that’s make her just so… complex. Almost as if she was a real person."
“Do you… Relate?”
“I feel like I don’t know how to navigate a lot of things in life. But love? I’m hoping I’m doing things right with love.”
Sohyun couldn’t even respond before it came the forehead kiss—the soft press of Xinyu's lips against Sohyun's skin. "For luck," She said, her eyes dancing before running off to warm up.
Sohyun's feelings were a chaotic mix of exhilaration, anticipation, and fear. She wanted to ask Xinyu outright, to spill her heart's secrets, but the words remained trapped. Instead, she reveled in the stolen moments—the shared smiles, the way Xinyu’s laughter echoed in her chest.
Sohyun was at a loss. She didn’t know how to handle these feelings for Xinyu. So, she decided to seek advice from someone she trusted – Yooyeon, an upperclassman from her Principles of Script class.
Yooyeon and Sohyun had grown close since the beginning of the semester. Their shared passion for film and storytelling had quickly blossomed into a strong bond of friendship. They trusted each other with everything, from their deepest fears to their most embarrassing stories. So, when Sohyun found herself grappling with her feelings for Xinyu, she turned to Yooyeon for guidance.
Sohyun had always been stubborn. It was a trait that Yooyeon, one of her closest friends, both admired and teased her about. Yooyeon was the wise one—the older sister Sohyun never had. She had a knack for reading people, for seeing beyond their masks. And lately, she'd been watching Sohyun closely.
The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting the soccer field in hues of gold and orange. Sohyun and Yooyeon sat on the creaky bleachers after practice, their cleats resting on the worn wooden planks. The faint sounds of laughter and drills echoed across the field as a few players lingered to practice under Xinyu’s watchful eye.
“Sohyun,” Yooyeon said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence. Her tone was light, but there was a knowing edge to it. “You know, sometimes the heart speaks louder than the mind.”
Sohyun groaned, tilting her head back dramatically. “Not this again, Yooyeon. I’ve told you a million times—I’m not interested in romance. Soccer is my life.”
Yooyeon chuckled, shaking her head as if she’d heard this excuse too many times before. “Sure, sure. But have you ever considered that maybe your heart has other plans?”
Sohyun frowned, narrowing her eyes at her friend. “What are you even talking about?”
Instead of answering right away, Yooyeon tilted her chin toward the field. Sohyun followed her gaze and immediately regretted it. There was Xinyu, standing in the middle of the field with her whistle in hand, demonstrating a move to a group of younger players. Her voice carried across the field—calm, confident, and just a little commanding.
“Zhou Xinyu,” Yooyeon said softly, almost like she was letting Sohyun in on a secret.
Sohyun’s stomach flipped at the mention of her name, but she quickly shrugged it off, forcing an air of nonchalance. “She’s part of the team,” she said with a casual wave of her hand. “And also the co-captain. It’s literally her job to spend time with us.”
Yooyeon turned to face Sohyun fully now, one eyebrow raised conspiratorially. “Is it, though? Or is there something more?”
“What do you mean?” Sohyun asked defensively, though her voice wavered just enough for Yooyeon to catch it.
Yooyeon leaned in closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Feelings,” she said simply, drawing out the word like it was some great revelation.
Sohyun immediately scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest like she was shielding herself from the accusation. “I have not!” she protested loudly. Then, realizing how defensive she sounded, she quickly added, “I mean—I show feelings! But not like that.”
Yooyeon smirked knowingly and leaned back against the bleachers as if she’d already won this argument. “Oh really? Because every time Xinyu leaves to help another player, you watch her like a hawk. And when she comes back? Your face lights up like someone just handed you a trophy.”
“That’s ridiculous,” Sohyun muttered, though her cheeks were starting to burn. She looked down at her hands, fiddling with the hem of her jersey to avoid Yooyeon’s piercing gaze.
“Is it?” Yooyeon asked gently this time, placing a hand on Sohyun’s shoulder. Her earlier teasing tone softened into something more sincere. “Look, deny it all you want—but your heart knows what it wants. Maybe it’s time you stop running drills long enough to listen.”
Sohyun opened her mouth to argue but found herself glancing back toward Xinyu instead. She was laughing now—head tilted back slightly as one of the younger players said something funny—and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away.
Sohyun quickly looked away again, shaking her head as if to clear it. “You’re imagining things,” she mumbled weakly.
But Yooyeon just smiled knowingly and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before standing up and stretching lazily. “Sure I am,” she said lightly before walking down the bleachers with an air of victory.
Left alone with her thoughts—and an undeniable flutter in her chest—Sohyun let out a long sigh and buried her face in her hands.
“Ridiculous,” she whispered to herself again.
But even as she said it, she couldn’t help sneaking one last glance at Xinyu across the field.
The next training session, Sohyun tried to ignore the flutter in her chest as Xinyu jogged over to assist another player. She focused on her kicks, on the rhythm of the ball against her cleats. But every time Xinyu's laughter echoed across the field, Sohyun’s concentration wavered.
Yooyeon watched from the sidelines, her knowing smile infuriating. "Stubborn as ever," she murmured.
Sohyun shot her a glare. "I'm not jealous."
“When did I say something about you being jealous?” Yooyeon leaned in. "You know, Xinyu has a way of making everyone feel special. But with you, it's different."
Sohyun kicked the ball harder than necessary. "What do you mean?"
"She teases you," Yooyeon said. "Subtly. Like that time she handed you a water bottle and said, 'Stay hydrated, Sohyun. We wouldn't want you collapsing from jealousy.' That was so fucking obvious, you would’ve notice if you weren’t so dense."
Sohyun blushed. "She was joking."
Yooyeon raised an eyebrow. "Was she, though? Or was she testing the waters?"
Sohyun watched Xinyu, her heart in turmoil. Maybe… Just maybe, Yooyeon was right.
As the days passed, Sohyun paid closer attention to Xinyu. The way her eyes crinkled when she laughed, the way her fingers brushed Sohyun's during drills—it was all too much. And when Xinyu leaned in one evening, whispering, "You know, jealousy suits you, you look hot" Sohyun's resolve crumbled.
Before she could respond, Xinyu ran away to pick up her equipment and stay a few minutes behind in the dressing room as she always did.
Yooyeon watched the interaction from afar, her eyes twinkling. "Listen to your heart, Sohyun," she said. "Sometimes, it knows what you need before your mind catches up."
Sohyun sat on Yooyeon's bed, her heart racing. She had never been in love with another woman before, and the realization had hit her like a lightning bolt. Xinyu—the team’s winger, co-captain with the mischievous smile and the way her eyes crinkled when she laughed—had become Sohyun's compass, pointing her toward uncharted territory.
Yooyeon, perched on the edge of the bed, studied Sohyun. "So," she said, her voice gentle, "you've fallen for Xinyu."
“Is it that obvious?”
Yooyeon didn’t even have to respond for Sohyun to grunt, frustration bubbling up inside her. She grabbed a pillow from the couch and squished it tightly against her chest, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “I’ve fallen hard, I think? But what do I do now? How do I even flirt with her?” she confessed, her voice muffled by the pillow.
Yooyeon grinned, leaning back with an air of playful confidence. “Ah, my gay little Sohyun. Flirting is an art. And lucky for you, I'm an expert.” She winked, clearly enjoying the moment.
“Do you even have a girlfriend?” Sohyun shot back, raising an eyebrow as she peeked over the pillow, skepticism etched on her face.
“Have you paid attention to your roommate recently?” Yooyeon replied with a teasing smirk, leaning forward slightly as if sharing a juicy secret.
Sohyun's eyes widened in shock, her grip on the pillow loosening as she stammered, “I—What?”
“I thought you just didn’t want to comment on it,” Yooyeon said casually, shrugging as she crossed her arms.
“Nakyoung as in Nakyoung my roommate is your girlfriend?” Sohyun blurted out, her voice rising in disbelief.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” Yooyeon asked, tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow playfully.
Sohyun shook her head slowly, trying to process the information. “No reason,” she muttered, though deep down she realized it made perfect sense. They were both charming losers—perfect for each other.
“Seriously? You didn’t notice all the pictures in your fridge?” Yooyeon pressed, a teasing smile dancing on her lips.
“I am never home, Yooyeon!” Sohyun exclaimed defensively, throwing her hands up in exasperation.
“Nice to know,” Yooyeon replied with a light laugh, leaning back and crossing her legs comfortably.
“Gross,” Sohyun huffed, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile.
The next day at practice, Sohyun adjusted her soccer cleats, her mind racing. While she was hoping Xinyu would get close to her and ask her what she was listing to.
"Hey," she said, her voice casual as she looked down at Sohyun who was on her phone, Spotify app open, which led her to say, “I don't know where I'm going from here, but I promise it won't be boring."
“We’re quoting Bowie now?”
“You know?”
Sohyun raised an eyebrow trying to act surprised as if it wasn’t all part of a plan. “I think I know well enough." Sohyun respond as casually as possible showing her listening history, Moonage Daydream still playing.
Xinyu grinned. "Well, he knew a thing or two about life's twists and turns."
“Well, we’re soccer players, we should now about that, right?”
Xinyu chuckled. "True. Although, We’re only 19, I think we might need more time to figure something’s out.”
Sohyun hummed in agreement as Xinyu took her other earphone to listen with her as they waited for the rest of the team to arrive.
“Xinyu, what’s your favorite Bowie song?"
Xinyu leaned in, their shoulders brushing. "Definitely 'Heroes.' Whenever I listen to it I can’t help but to think about this really cute girl I met once."
“Do tell me about this cute girl.”
That evening, they sat on Sohyun's balcony after training, the city lights painting constellations above them. Sohyun strummed her guitar, her fingers finding the chords to Risk by Gracie Abrams.
“It’s only been a few days since its release and you’re already learning it.”
“Everything for Gracie.” Sohyun replied matter or factly
“Oh how I wish I was as important to you as her.” She joked while Sohyun continued trying to find the chords, a smile plastered on her face.
“Xinyu,” Sohyun said softly, her gaze steady as she leaned against the wall, “do you believe in magic?”
Xinyu's eyes held a hint of curiosity, her head tilting slightly as she considered the question. “Depends. Are you about to cast a spell?” She smirked, her playful demeanor shining through.
Sohyun laughed, shaking her head as she tossed her hair back. “Maybe I could try if that’s what it takes for you to believe in it.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her excitement palpable.
“You’re insane,” Xinyu replied, rolling her eyes but unable to hide a smile.
“I’d rather be called creative,” Sohyun shot back, a cheeky grin spreading across her face.
Xinyu looked at Sohyun fondly, her expression softening as she picked up her guitar from the side. She absentmindedly strummed a few chords, trying to remember an easy way to play the F chord while watching Sohyun hold her tongue between her teeth in pure concentration.
“Gracie could put the words together to create In Between to capture the feelings of love; that must be some kind of magic,” Sohyun mused, glancing at Xinyu with a thoughtful expression.
“I don’t think she is the best example,” Xinyu replied, shaking her head lightly as she focused on the strings under her fingers.
Sohyun chuckled and leaned back slightly, crossing her arms with a playful smirk. “Ethel Cain then? Clairo? I think they have pretty nice lyrics. Taylor too.”
Xinyu raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Sohyun’s passion. “You think music is magic?”
Sohyun’s eyes sparkled with conviction as she nodded emphatically. “I know it is.” She gestured animatedly, as if trying to weave the very essence of music into the air around them.
Xinyu, seemed pleasantly surprised by Sohyun's sudden change in behavior, would now often blush whenever Sohyun was around, a clear sign that she enjoyed the attention and the jealousy she was showing.
One day, after a particularly intense training session, Xinyu found Sohyun sitting on the bench, her eyes focused on her shoes. "Sohyunnie, are you okay?"
The goalie looked up, smiling at Xinyu. "I'm fine, just tired."
Xinyu sat down next to her, her eyes filled with concern. "You've been working really hard. Don't push yourself too much."
She felt her heart flutter at Xinyu's words. "I'll keep that in mind," she replied, reaching out to hold Xinyu's hand. Xinyu blushed at the contact, but she didn't pull away.
As time passed, Sohyun and Xinyu started acting more like a couple. They were constantly together, always holding hands or whispering soft words to each other. Their teammates began to notice and the teasing became heavier.
One day, during lunch, Shion, one of the strikers of the team asked Xinyu, "So, are you and Sohyun dating now?"
Xinyu didn't deny it. She simply blushed and said, "Well, we are certainly close."
Sohyun, who overheard everything, felt a thrill run through her at Xinyu’s words. She knew it wasn't a confirmation, but it wasn't a denial either. It was a step forward, a sign that Xinyu might be feeling the same way about her.
As Sohyun navigated through these confusing feelings, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. Her relationship with Xinyu was evolving, and she was eager to see where it would lead.
Days turned into weeks, and Sohyun's feelings for Xinyu intensified. Their bond, both on and off the soccer field, had grown stronger than ever. The playful banter, the teasing, and the subtle touches became a part of their daily routine.
On another occasion, while they were sitting in the library working on an assignment, Xinyu reached out and gently brushed a stray lock of hair from Sohyun's face. The casual yet intimate gesture caught Sohyun off guard. She looked up to find Xinyu’s eyes locked onto hers, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Sohyun," Xinyu said softly, her tone serious. "I have something to tell you."
Sohyun's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching in her throat. She nodded, urging Xinyu to continue.
Xinyu took a deep breath. "I... I think I love you, Sohyun," she confessed. “Actually, scratch that. I love you, Park Sohyun and you’ve become so important to me. You motivate me to be a better person, to train harder, to love more. And I’m not good with speechess, or confessions but you deserve to know.”
Sohyun was speechless, her heart pounding in her chest. A wave of relief washed over her as she replied, "I love you too, Xinyu." Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything felt perfect.
The last match of the tournament was looming on the horizon. Sohyun arrived first at the pitch, pausing to take in the sight of the field that had been the stage for so many victories and defeats. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness, the weight of the impending match heavy on her shoulders.
Not long after, Xinyu arrived. She immediately sought out Sohyun, wrapping her arms around the (only months) younger girl from behind. Resting her chin on Sohyun's shoulder, she peppered her with light kisses, each one a testament to the affection she held for her.
Xinyu whispered into Sohyun's ear, her voice soft yet full of emotion. "Sohyun, love, just know I'm so proud of you. Your skills on the field have improved remarkably. You're an essential part of this team, and I'm incredibly lucky to play alongside you. Keep up the good work, and never forget how important you are to us all. But mostly to me.”
She reminded Sohyun of how far they had come, of the challenges they had faced and the victories they had achieved. After planting a soft kiss on the corner of Sohyun's lips, Xinyu left to change into her uniform.
As the match began, the tension in the air was palpable. Sohyun, positioned in the goal, found herself making one incredible save after another, her reflexes sharp and her concentration unwavering. From the other side of the pitch, Xinyu watched with bated breath, always ready to celebrate each of Sohyun's saves with a kiss blown in her direction or a smile.
Despite Sohyun's best efforts, however, the opposing team managed to score a goal just before the end of the first half. Dejection washed over Sohyun, her frustration evident in the slump of her shoulders. Xinyu was quick to offer words of support and reassurance, reminding Sohyun that she was a key player for the team and that no single goal could be solely her fault.
During halftime, Sohyun found herself consumed by feelings of shame and disappointment. She distanced herself from Xinyu, choosing instead to engage in conversation with Jiyeon and Kotone, the defenders of their team.
“Sohyun," Kotone started, her voice firm yet supportive. "You can't let one goal get to you. You've saved so many shots that would've been goals otherwise."
Jiyeon chimed in, "Exactly, we are all a team. One goal doesn't determine your worth as a player. Your saves were crucial in getting us this far."
“And, do accept the support Xinyu’s giving you. You know how much she loves you a appreciates you. She would never be disappointed in you, neither would us.”
Despite the challenging first half, they encouraged Sohyun to keep her head high and to remain focused on the game.
Sohyun, feeling reassured, nodded and thanked them. She resolved to enter the second half with renewed determination and focus.
The second half of the match saw a noticeable improvement in their team's performance. However, despite their best efforts, they were unable to score a goal. In the end, they lost the grand final of the tournament.
The dressing room was dimly lit, the air thick with weariness from all the team. Xinyu stood near the mirror, her heart racing. She had rehearsed this moment countless times in her mind, but now that it was real, her nerves threatened to overwhelm her. She adjusted her jersey, her fingers trembling slightly.
Sohyun entered the room, still wearing her sweaty uniform. Her eyes met Xinyu’s, and for a moment, time seemed to slow down. Xinyu took a deep breath, gathering her courage. She stepped toward Sohyun, who looked both surprised and curious.
"Xinyu?" Sohyun’s voice was a mix of confusion and curiosity.
Xinyu's gaze never wavered. "Sohyunnie," she began, her voice soft yet full of emotion.
“Yes, Xinyu?” Sohyun was nervous. That was the first time this season that the team had lost a match, and although they did their best, Sohyun hadn’t known a Xinyu after losing a game.
"Just know I'm so proud of you. No matter the result of the game. You're an essential part of this team, and I'm incredibly lucky to play alongside you.”
“We do make a good team, don’t we?” The younger girl responded with a wide smile, fidgeting with her hands while trying to keep her eyes on her.
“It’s clear we do.” She continued “I’m not only talking about the team or in the pitch, the dressing rooms. It’s much more than that.”
Sohyun expected the girl to continue with her speech, say something else that maybe would save her all the confusion, but she didn’t.
“I’m gonna… You know…” Sohyun gestures to her face clumsily and Xinyu watched as she walked away from her.
Sohyun’s delicate face being was lit by the afternoon sun casted in the dressing room, Xinyu’s heart fluttering like a thousand butterflies. How could she put into words what had been growing inside her for so long?
As Sohyun was washing her face in front of the mirror, Xinyu took a deep breath. She approached, her footsteps light on the floor. Sohyun looked up, water glistening on her forehead, and Xinyu's resolve solidified.
"Sohyun," Xinyu began, her voice soft yet filled with determination. "There's something else I need to tell you."
Sohyun tilted her head, curiosity in her eyes. "What is it, Xinyu?"
Xinyu's gaze never wavered. "You're more than just a teammate to me," she confessed. "You're my confidante, my partner in crime during late-night practices, and the reason I smile even when we lose. But it's more than that. Much more."
Sohyun's brow furrowed. "Xinyu, what are you—"
Xinyu pressed on, her heart racing. "I've watched you play, seen the fire in your eyes when you defend the goal. And every time we win, it's like a burst of sunlight breaking through the clouds. But it's not just about soccer. It's about us."
Sohyun’s expression softened. "Us?"
"Yes," Xinyu whispered. "I've fallen for you, Sohyun. Your laughter, your determination, the way you wear your heart on your sleeve. You've become my compass, guiding me through victories and defeats. And I can't keep it inside any longer."
Sohyun's breath hitched. "Xinyu…"
"I love you, my Spider Girl, my love,” Xinyu said, the words spilling out. "I’ve said it before but I want you to know. Not just as a friend or a teammate. I love you with every beat of my heart. And I don't care if it's cliché—I want to be the one who stands by your side, who celebrates the goals and victories, and wipes away your tears. I want to be the reason you smile, even when the world feels heavy."
Xinyu's confession echoed across the dressing room, and in that moment, the defeat seemed insignificant compared to the love blooming between them.
Sohyun's eyes shimmered but she was unable to respond.
Xinyu stepped closer, their breaths mingling. "I know it's risky. We're teammates, and soccer is our passion. Things could go wrong, but love? Love is the most beautiful game of all. So, Park Sohyun, what do you say? Will you let me be your teammate in life, too?"
Sohyun blinked, clearly taken aback. Xinyu's confession hung in the air, and she wondered if she had misread the situation. But then Xinyu stepped closer, her hand reaching for Sohyun’s cheek. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Sohyun’s.
The kiss was gentle, tentative—a promise of something more. Sohyun's eyes widened, and for a moment, she hesitated. But as she closed the gap, her lips meeting Xinyu's with a hunger that surprised them both. The taste of victory and vulnerability mingled as their kiss deepened.
Xinyu grabbed her face carefully and Sohyun could feel her smile agaisnt her lips. It felt perfect.
When they finally pulled away, Xinyu's heart raced. Sohyun's eyes were filled with wonder, and Xinyu couldn't help but smile. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," she admitted.
Sohyun chuckled, her fingers tracing Xinyu's jawline. "Me too," she confessed. "But I was afraid."
"Afraid of what?" Xinyu asked, her thumb brushing Sohyun's lower lip.
"Of losing you," Sohyun whispered. "You mean everything to me, Zhou Xinyu. Not just as a teammate, but as someone I can't imagine my life without."
Xinyu's chest tightened. "Sohyun" she said, her voice barely audible. "Now that I have you I promise I will never let you go."
And then Sohyun kissed her again, sealing their unspoken promises. The dressing room faded away, and all that mattered was this moment—their grand gesture of love amidst the smell of sweat and adrenaline.