.secrets
starter for @msumiyoung !
astrid rarely lets anyone in her room for longer than a few minutes. you have to be someone particularly liked by her to even sit down in there. miyoung, though, is one of the few people allowed to sleep, eat, drink, and just generally exist in astrid’s room for any length of time. astrid enjoys her company, though less so when she’s trying to study - she can’t help but want to just chat, so inevitably nothing ever gets done.
today, though, there’s no books in sight, no parchment with half finished essays laying around on her desk. they’re relaying their summer breaks to each other, just catching up, when the conversation somehow turns to something astrid wants absolutely no part in.
“jianyi?! what about him.” she responds to a mere mention of his name and an eyebrow wiggle from miyoung. trust miyoung to pick up on whatever it was that was going on between them. astrid could claim nothing was going on, but then she’d have to explain where the hickey on her neck, that she’d forgotten to cover before miyoung came over, came from. just thinking about how he’d left one in such an easy to see place makes her blood boil. it’s as if he does it on purpose, just to piss her off. she’d not put it past him, though.
she tries to subtly brush her hair over the hickey, hoping miyoung hadn’t seen it. she doesn’t want to admit that she’d been doing things with her enemy. it’s embarrassing, shameful, downright gross to think about it when he’s not around - it’s easy to hate him with not an ounce of sexual tension when he’s nowhere nearby, but as soon as she sets eyes on him... it’s a different story.
