COLD / GOLD.

‘ it’s not the choreography that’s perfect , you make it perfect , victoire. ‘ junhyuk says with a small smile , hugging her for a moment before pulling away , wiping the few stray tears that had fallen; looking at her with a certain fondness that seemed like more than just the way a friend looks at another. he admires her for a moment , looking at her for longer than he probably should before looking away , swallow hard. ‘ you did amazing , you deserve it. ‘

the  smile  on  his  face  feels  just  as  fulfilling  as  the  medal  around  her  neck.       there’s warmth settling beneath her bones that could have rivaled the worst winter nights when he wrapped his arms around her.  victoire delacour-weasley...  or woo soyeon to the general public,  wonders if this is how it feels like to be on top of the world.      

          the words of her aunt naeun echoes in her head:   ‘  give them the benefit of the doubt,  if they love you then they would make sure that you’re just comfortable in that home the same way they are  ‘.   with a deep breath,  she goes downstairs to the living room and sits next to her younger sister on the couch.      “   so...  what’s up ?   “      she starts off with a tentative tone to her voice.  she feels bad that she doesn’t even know what interests her siblings have.      \      @wistcrias​.   unprompted but the delacour-weasley siblings thread is long overdue fhdjkfhdkfd. 

junhyuk could feel tears of pride and joy blur his vision , ever so emotional , but ever so happy to see her hold that silver medal; but , regardless of if she had won something or not , he would always be proud of her. the way he looks at her wouldn’t change , no matter the outcome. ‘ you made it , victoire. i’m so proud of you. ‘ his voice breaks slightly , a few stray tears falling as he tugs her close , holding her for a moment with a fond sigh. ‘ you did amazing out there , you always do. ‘

her  heart  swells  with  pride  and  love,      the very feeling she achieves whenever she finishes with another goal met with him by her side.  holding the medal tightly as she basks in the warmth of his embrace,  she wishes to never part from him right now,  hopes that time would  STILL  and allow them to be like this for just a few moments  LONGER.      “   i can’t believe i got my  FIRST OLYMPIC MEDAL...   “      her voice is just a few decibels louder than a whisper,      “   okay but seriously,  though,  i wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.  your choreography is just...  perfect.   “      she almost called her choreographer perfect...  victoire feels her cheeks warming up. 

he   feels   like  he’s   being   studied,     as   if   there  is   going   to   be   a   quiz   on   him   at   the   end   of   the  day.      chocolate   hues  squint   as   he   returns   her   gaze,      attempting   to   appear   as   faultless   as   possible.      new  werewolves   and   all   of   them  ending   up   on   the   lacrosse  team   isn’t   exactly  the   easiest   thing  to   hide.      ❛      don’t   worry.      whatever  they   did   to   you,      it   won’t   happen   again,     alright      ?      ❜      voice  is   sincere,      a  forced   smile   turning  the   corners   of   his   lips  upwards.      an   attempt  at   a   friendly  smile,      trying   to   divert   her   attention   from  his   suspicious   behaviors.      ❛      we  good   now      ?     ❜

the  latter  statement  feels  like  a  forced  end  to  their  conversation,  victoire  thinks.      her lips curve upward into a subtle smirk,  one would easily miss it if they aren’t observant enough as she immediately regains her steel resolve.  the kumiho leans into the lockers,  arms crossing,      “   mmm...  you sure it won’t happen again ?   “      the glint of her trickster nature can be seen in the fixed look she has on him,  there’s the dragging feeling of wanting to make him squirm under her gaze.      “   must be annoying for you,  huh ?   keeping all those boys in check.   “