are u a milf cuz im a mf

Aside from it all, you were growing weary of passing her in the halls with only so much as a sneaky glance. All it took was one lick of her lips before you’d find yourselves pressed up against a locked stall, lips attached to each others’ necks and hands up Rosé's skirt. After every encounter, the two of you would walk out, inconspicuous, as if you had never spared each other the time of day.

You didn’t want that. You wanted something else. You wanted intimacy. Not the kind that ended in breathless moans and sticky fingers; the kind that held warm smiles and sweet hugs. You would try to initiate it, maybe by starting small talk or something of the sort, but when lidded eyes fell on yours, you couldn’t stop yourself.

You found yourself craving her. Unhealthily wishing for her, dreaming about her, thinking about her. You would simply look at Rosé and already lust for the honey dripping between her legs.

It was especially hard to get your mind off of her when you saw her in her oh-so-tight cheerleading uniform.

Once the season of sports began, you saw Rosé even more often outside of school than before. She would be right on the sidelines of the field with her fellow cheerleaders, stretching or doing routine workouts to keep nimble for their stunts. On the other side of the field was you, covered from head to toe in your own uniform. It was nowhere near as attractive as Rosé’s, but that didn’t stop her from continuously checking out your backside whenever you were doing your own exercises.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Rosé hopped over to you as you took a drink of water on a break, “you ready for your game?”

You sat hunched over your own knees on the sidelines, watching your teammates run drills. “So far? No.” You laugh as you flap your shirt for some air, “I’m kinda nervous. But it’s still a couple weeks or so away.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine. I’ll be cheering you on, just be sure to keep your eyes out for me on the side.” Rosé winks.

“How could I not? I feel them on me all the time.”

“That’s not the only thing you could feel on you.”

A small grin crosses your face as you sit back, Rosé leaning closer until she’s looking down at you. She bites her lip and moves away before anyone on the field can see. “Why don’t we hang out tonight? After practice?”

Rosé catches the swipe of your tongue on your bottom lip, and fights the urge to replace it with hers. You smile.

“Sounds good. Will you be wearing this?”

She smacks your shoulder and rolls her eyes. “Just meet me in the front later.”

Before you’re able to question her, you hear a whistle calling everyone back. Rosé simply gives a smug smile and saunters away back to her team. The view of her walking away was always one that you enjoyed, but also, one that you dreaded.

Moments like that— it hurts sometimes.

-

Practice for you ended a bit later than Rosé’s, so when you walk out of the locker rooms with your loud, rowdy teammates, you see Rosé sitting on the bleachers with a notebook in her lap. You bid your teammates goodbye and make sure that they’re out of sight before making your way over to her.

“Hey,” you fix your duffel bag with a smile, “sorry for the wait.”

Rosé looks up and closes her notebook. “Hi, don’t worry, it hasn’t been long.” She tucks her things away while you sway on your toes.

“So, what did you want to do tonight?”

The sky’s the limit, you think.

“Come here,” Rosé pulls you in by your wrist, just enough for the two of you to be lip to lip. “Follow me.”

With a sly grin, she lets you go and picks up her belongings, retreating back onto the field and slipping into a dimly lit area behind the storage building. You become skeptical as you follow her, but she soon sets her things down a little ways away from the field’s lights. From where you are, you can see the back of your school, eerily dark and quiet.

“Sit down.” Rosé pats the grass next to her with a smile.

You squint your eyes at her. “What are you up to, Park Roseanne?”

There was always something tricky up Rosé’s sleeve. You knew her well enough by now to realize when she was plotting something. There would be a grin on her face, or a glint in her eyes.

“We’re just going to wind down after a hard practice,” she tilts her head, “won’t you join me?”

You can’t resist that face of hers. You plop your duffel bag down and take a seat right next to her.

You watch as Rosé ruffles through her bag, trying to peek over her shoulder as she does so. She pulls out a small package, and you furrow your brows when you realize what it is.

“Rosé…” you pull back, “you smoke?”

Rosé tilts her head as she pulls out a lighter, “Yeah, I do. You don’t?” There’s a devious smile on her face, “I’m surprised. You kind of seem the type.”

Honestly, you have never smoked before. You’ve thought about it a few times, and almost have, but you’ve never taken the initiative. You were just way too cautious.

Rosé scoots closer to you, blunt in hand, and looks up at you through her eyelashes. You can see the light gleam off her skin from its lit end.

“You wanna try?”

You glance at it and back at her. The most that you’ve done was gotten blackout drunk with a few friends, and that experience is one you hardly remember. It’s probably for the best.

“Uhh. I don’t know…” You rub the back of your neck, “The coach might do a random drug test because the game is coming up, I’ve never really smoked before… and I mean we shouldn’t even be doing this on school grounds…”

Rosé looks at you unimpressed.

“Y/n. Do you know who you’re talking to? I can get you out of anything. I get out of anything.”

She has a point.

You glance up again, seeing Rosé’s sweet eyes looking you up and down. She looks intrigued by you, the pit in your stomach growing, but you were drawn to it. Maybe to her.

There was no harm in it. Right? You would just take a couple hits, nothing too crazy. Looking to Rosé, she offers a comforting smile in return.

Slowly, you lean forward and open your mouth to take the blunt, Rosé’s fingers barely touching your lips as she settles it between them for you. She’s not looking at your eyes anymore. Her lips are parted, her breathing low and quiet.

“Just inhale, slowly.”

You do as she says. The smoke fills your mouth and seeps down your throat. You almost cough and gag when the ashes feel like they burn your insides, but Rosé stops you.

“Okay, now hold it in and kind of, like, inhale it into your body. Not too hard though.”

Your back straightens and you breathe through your teeth. It feels like a ball of smoke builds in the back of your throat, but before you start coughing, you exhale. A cloud of smoke follows, and Rosé smiles at you. You’re cringing and holding back gasps for air, but you just pat your chest and push the blunt back to Rosé.

“Wow, not bad, y/n,” her eyes are focused completely on your lips, “you look sexy with that between your lips.”

“Yeah, well,” your voice strains, worried that the ashes in your lungs will catch fire, “don’t get used to it.

Rosé giggles and takes the blunt into her mouth. You watch as the expert does it. She does the same as you, inhaling and breathing air in through her teeth, looking as if she isn’t bothered in the slightest. When she lets her head fall back, the smoke leaks from the corners of her mouth and dissipates into the cool air.

You let your head rest on your knees as you watch her. You found yourself staring a lot more lately, your thoughts wandering into the furthest points of your mind, where Rosé resided.

Thoughts of your first impressions of her often popped into your mind. When you didn’t know whether your idea of her was because of envy or bitterness. When you were oblivious to her stares and motives, all while you did your best to figure her out, too.

Then, to now. Where you couldn’t go seconds without thinking of her. Days without seeing her. Though you suppose, nothing has really changed.

At first, you didn’t mind hiding you and Rosé’s sex-capades. It was the thrill that drew you in, and the thrill that kept you.

But, little by little, session by session, you began to realize how bad you had it. As much as you hated yourself for the thoughts you had of her, how gross it made you feel, you couldn’t stop them. You did your best to try.

To push it from your mind, you wonder if your hangouts would ever consist of something not so… sneaky. Like a cute coffee date. Maybe to the movies, where the two of you could still be shrouded in darkness?

Whenever you got into your own head like this, she always tapped you to snap you out of it.

“Hey,” her voice broke through the screams of doubt in your ears, “don’t tell me you’re feeling it already?”

Rosé had an amused smile on her face. Her eyes had already gone a bit pink, a result of mindlessly taking hits while she watched you zone out at a patch of grass. “Do you want to take another one?”

Sitting with a conscious mind was not something that would end well for you right now. So, against the better part of your judgement, you take the blunt and take it to your mouth.

Oh, hell yeah.

Humorously, it doesn’t take many hits later for you to start feeling it.

Your vision begins to go blurry, your eyelids begin to grow heavier and heavier. Even your head feels like a weight, falling back every so often. Everything around you seems so surreal. Your surroundings look fake, almost— you’re even unsure about your own body being tangible.

You rub your fingers along the grass and feel the blades poke at you. You move your feet and see them rock side to side. The air around you feels cooler than you remember, though you feel as warm as ever. You widen your eyes and blink again.

Next to you, Rosé’s head is resting on the knees that she hugs, looking right at you. She’s grinning when you look at her, and you can’t help but giggle.

“What are you looking at?” You nudge her. Rosé nearly tips over with even the smallest of pushes, making her burst into a fit of giggles, too.

“You’re just, so cute, y’know?” She sighs.

“Oh, am I now?” You heave a sigh and lay on your back. You feel so heavy.

Hair tickles your face suddenly and you open your eyes to see Rosé peeking down at you.

“Yeah, you are.”

You smile. Rosé’s face looks flushed and her eyes are lidded, barely open to look at you, but you know that she is. Against her pale skin, her lips look round, red, plump.

“I like you. And I like spending time with you. I think we should try to, more.”

The words just fell from your mouth. And, truthfully, you didn’t care.

With that, Rosé hides a small blush on her face. Though she’s seen you at your most bare— quite literally— seeing you in this manner was different. Where you were brazen in the dark confines of a room, you were not outside of it. You were always quiet, obedient, cute.

She won’t tell you. But even she wonders what runs through your mind when you aren’t looking at her.

Out of everything within your vicinity that your eyes could trace over, you choose to let it trace Rosé. You start at her legs, following all the way up to where her shorts ended. Then they moved to the crevice of her hips, up her smooth, slim abdomen, moving to take the last resting place on her lips. Always so plump, always being chewed on or licked.

The longer you stare at Rosé, the more the longing between your legs grows hot. You aren’t sure why. Something about your body feels light, but so heavy— your head is fuzzy, everything is fuzzy. You can’t control the rush traveling through your body.

Maybe it’s Rosé’s eyes. They’re red, lidded, almost lifeless, but she looks so good. The way she’s boring holes right into your skull, playing with her lips like she usually does. Her fingers dancing across her shins, her hair falling past her shoulders.

It could also be the image of her beneath you in your mind, crying out your name. Gripping your shoulders. Begging for more.

You tear your eyes away from her and try to blink the thought away, though only more flood in. This is what you’re trying to avoid.

“Rosé,” you begin. You’re unsure whether or not this sudden confidence is from the drugs coursing through your system or from you being fed up with these dirty thoughts clouding your mind. “I have to… I wanted to ask…”

You’re cut off by a weight plopping itself onto your lap. Rosé looks down at you through her hair, already shedding her jacket from her shoulders. Her eyes are dark, her expression is determined. It’s silent for a moment.

“I am so horny right now, y/n.”

Your cheeks burst red. You frantically look to see if anyone is around, but your vision isn’t even able to comprehend your surroundings.

You just see her.

“Rosé—”

It’s just her. Just her lips.

A second later, it’s all you feel.

Rosé’s body presses against you, her arms on either side as she snakes her body around yours. It’s almost numbing to feel her lips on your own, but at the same time, it feels unreal. With your eyes closed, your head spins.

The air in your lungs is taken from you when Rosé’s hand reaches to ruffle your hair.

“I dream about you, y/n.”

You gasp as Rosé tugs your head back to look up at her. Her eyes are lidded, with a smile on her face. You follow the curves of her body and lick your lips.

“I lay in bed, and I try to take care of myself, but I can only think of you.”

The air around you begins to grow thin. You take a deep breath and swipe your tongue over your bottom lip. Pulling Rosé into you and holding her hips still, she kisses you with a hunger that sets your inside ablaze.

“I only want you, y/n,” Rosé gasps when you bite her lip.

You pause for a moment and look up at her.

Her eyes are burning into yours. You don’t know what that means. It makes your body feel weak, your stomach feels empty.

To you, those were the words you wanted to hear.

“Just let me take care of you, then.”

Rosé doesn’t object. She looks at you and surrenders to your hands.

The night ends as it usually does. The moon descends as it should.

And there, you fall.

That night replays in your head for days. All night and day.

When you woke up the next morning in the same clothes, disheveled and wrinkly, your eyes felt like they were being held closed. Your body felt like lead, weighing you down enough to leave an imprint into your bed.

As you lay there, hissing at the sun through your blinds, you reminisce the feeling of Rosé.

You just couldn’t stop thinking about her. The feeling of it all, the gentle touches across your skin, the deep, sensual kisses that were far from what you’ve felt with her before.

The words that you spoke to each other.

You wondered if they meant something. And it bothered you.

Constantly.

You and Rosé hadn’t had any time together since that night, days ago. You were far too busy practicing, as was she with cheerleading and her studies, so you were never able to bring this topic up to the bubbly girl.

Something in the back of your mind just kept chattering away. You wanted to talk to her about what happened, what you felt. You needed to. The feeling gnawed away at your insides, making you feel anxious and nervous with every thought.

As you sit in your last class, you steel your nerves and decide to confront her during her practice. You don’t have any today, so you wouldn’t have to stay long.

When the bell chimes, signaling the end of the day, you nearly pass out.

You make your way outside and out to the back of the school. You try to think of things to say and how you’re going to bring the topic up. You think about how she might react; perhaps she’ll feel the same way. It’s hard to imagine that she wouldn’t, honestly. The thought of her smile, excitedly jumping to you— it becomes too much for your poor heart.

The field comes into view and you find Rosé chatting with her usual friends, Jennie, Lisa, and Jisoo. They’re sitting on the grass doing stretches before they all group together for drills.

You don’t want to risk approaching Rosé when she’s with her friends. It’s just another thing that hurts you to think about, having to hide away from her friends. Maybe because she’s embarrassed of you? The thought of you two being together is obviously taboo within your school, and if any rumors were to spread about the two of you, her father would certainly have you belittled and embarrassed in front of the school. The only one who seems to know anything about the two of you is Jennie, but you have no idea about the others.

Speaking of Jennie, she spots you before you can greet them. “Oh hey, y/n.” Lisa and Jisoo crane their necks to look, but they don’t say anything yet. You wave just as Rosé turns around and see that she seems pleasantly surprised at your presence.

“Hi,” she smiles, “what are you doing here?”

“Hey,” you crouch down to whisper in Rosé’s ear, “can we talk?”

At first, Rosé eyes you up and down, but soon has a look mixed between worry and confusion on her face. The girls simply watch from a distance, but Jennie raises her eyebrows. She assumes that you’re just being bold out in the open; she grins.

Rosé nods and begins to get up. “I’ll be right back girls.”

“Oh, no worries,” Jennie waves her hand, “take your guys’ time. We can finish the stretches.”

You send a nervous smile her way because you already know what she’s thinking.

The two of you make your way back to the storage buildings, into the small alley right in between them. It’s a somewhat tight fit, but you’re out of sight from anybody that may pass by. In the moments of silence, Rosé peeks at you from the side of her eye.

“Soooo, what’s up y/n?” Rosé has her usual bounce in her step and a grin on her face, “Don’t tell me you miss me already?”

You smile. It’s hard not to.

“I just wanted to ask you about… something.” You lean back on the wall and shove your hands into your pockets. Rosé is already doing the same, tilting her head and looking at you intently.

“The night that we smoked together, umm,” you weren’t quite sure how to phrase it. “It seemed like something was different. And I wanted to know if you thought the same.”

If there was an answer in Rosé’s eyes, you can’t see it. She doesn’t reply.

Rosé stood, blinking. The chattering of the students walking along the track served as good background noise, but not well enough to keep the awkwardness from seeping in between you two.

“Umm, why do you ask?”

“It’s just… that night, Rosé,” she turns her head with a small sigh when you mention it again, “it was just different. And, I don’t know. I enjoyed being with you that night, so it just felt like there was something more there.”

You take a deep breath as you wait for her reply. She doesn’t move. She only looks at you, her eyes seemingly blank. Then you hear a small scoff.

“It was really nothing, y/n,” there’s a hint of a smile on Rosé’s face, but she looks more bothered than anything. “It was just like our usual get togethers.”

It felt like someone shot you right through your chest. Rosé’s expression doesn’t even change; she looks completely unmoved.

You furrow your eyebrows. “Our usual get-togethers?”

“Yes, y/n,” Rosé seems confused, “what was different? The only thing out of the ordinary was that we smoked.”

As you stand there, staring at the girl ahead of you, you feel your stomach tightening. God, you feel sick all of a sudden. There’s no way that this is Rosé.

You clench your jaw. “Did you just forget, then?” Your tone comes out a bit more fierce than you meant it to, “You said you only wanted me that night.”

Rosé sighs and shakes her head. You can sense her annoyance through her crossed arms. She isn’t even looking at you; she’s looking off to the side, like she’d rather be anywhere than with you right now.

When she does finally turn to you, her eyes hold a certain coldness that you’ve never felt.

“Y/n, when you’re high and horny, you say a lot of things.”

You feel absolutely sick. Your eyes wide, your jaw dropping in utter disbelief. “What the fuck, Rosé,” you hiss, “so, what? We’re nothing? After all that, everything you said?”

“That’s not something you— or we, for that matter— need to worry about right now,” Rosé groans again, “Just, stop thinking so much about it, alright?”

“So then when, Rosé?” You’re growing impatient, “How long are we gonna put this off? Because, honestly, this conversation is long overdue.”

“Y/n, can you just relax?”

Rosé’s tone stops you in your tracks. She’s running her hands through her hair and muttering to herself.

“Just stop. Okay? Stop stressing over nothing.” Not an ounce of remorse is showing in her face.

You don’t have the heart to reply. You don’t have the heart to say, “you’re all I think about.” You want to tell her how much you’ve let this feeling build up. How at first, you found it to be pure lust, but it isn’t. You want Rosé near you. Without anything else, just her.

Rosé sees the look on your face and sighs. She walks up to you and takes your face in her hands. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

She has the audacity to leave you with a kiss on your cheek.

The days turn into weeks, and you have yet to speak another word to Rosé. Not so much as a text from her, not once did she attempt to speak to you again. When you passed each other in the halls, you diverted your eyes and continued on your way.

It hurt. You felt gross, used. And seeing Rosé go on as if nothing happened, laughing and walking with her friends made it worse. On occasion, you thought that you saw her looking back at you, but you know that it was all in your head.

There was nothing between you two. You were nothing more than an experiment.

It was a thought that plagued you until the night of your game.

The locker room was no place to be thinking, either. It was rowdy, sweaty and cramped. Normally, you loved this— messing around with your teammates, hyping each other up for the game, but you were far too occupied.

However Seulgi, the captain of your team, could read you like a book. She has always been a close friend, especially since you two were the main ones who could take a hit in a game. It was always one of you ending up on the sidelines with a bloody nose, and one of you laughing at the other. She eyes you as you slowly change into your uniform, not engaging in the usual rough-housing or banter that usually occurred before games.

Without you noticing, she takes a wet rag and coils it up before snapping it right on the back of your thigh.

“What the—!!” You wince and fall to the floor, “Seul! What the fuck!”

“What’s wrong with you, huh??” She threatens to coil it up again, “Why are you being a bummer right now?”

“Wait, no, stop!!” You try to retreat into your locker to hide your legs, “I’m sorry! I’m just preoccupied!”

Seulgi held the rag in her hands, armed and ready to snap, but she didn’t. She narrowed her eyes at you and lowered it. “Hm. Well, you better snap out of it! This game determines how the rest of our season will play out, you know that!”

Stupid traditions and superstitions.

“Yes, I know, Seul! God, please put the towel away, I don’t have the adrenaline to withstand the snaps right now.” You sulk, “I’ll be fine, I swear!”

One thing you appreciated about Seulgi was that she never pressured you to get you to talk about anything private. She listened and gave advice when wanted, but she would never pry. If you told her she could trust you, she would.

Seulgi slung the rag over her shoulder and crossed her arms. “Alright, I have faith in you. Come on! Slap yourself, let’s get going!”

Seulgi was right. This was something you would have to focus on another time. You shake your head, yelling and slapping your cheeks, (Seulgi so nicely slapping you harder to help out, leaving you wincing in tears) and rush out of the locker room onto the field.

The lights blind you as soon as you step outside. The sound of cheers and yells surround you entirely, drowning out any internal noise you had bouncing around your brain.

The stands are completely filled with people. Adrenaline immediately courses through your body upon seeing everyone cheering, your stomach filling with butterflies under the fluorescent field lights.

Rosé was just on the other side of the field. Standing with her cheer team, she flashes a small smile and a wink. The pit that sits within your stomach grows. You can’t let her get to your head, not tonight.

The other team meets yours in the middle. You recognize a few of them from previous parties you’ve been to, though you can’t put a name to their faces.

You nod as a greeting, adjust your shorts, bend over your knees, and get into position on the field.

The game starts.

You underestimated the opposing school. Drastically.

They were running circles around your team, elusive and nimble as they were. It began to frustrate you. Play after play, they would score, and a chorus of groans would sound out through the stadium.

“Yo, what the heck!” Seulgi comes from behind and smacks your shoulder. You almost laugh; even in the most annoying situations, she refuses to curse. “We’re off our game!”

“Yeah, well, I’m trying here,” you huff, “try to get the ball to me. I got it.”

Seulgi gives you a thumbs up and sets up the next play to do exactly that. She sends the ball flying towards you, and you catch it with ease. The crowd jumps in excitement.

You guard the ball as best you can as the other team runs at you. The net was just within your grasp; you ready yourself to give the ball a hard kick before a leg comes out and sweeps your single leg from right beneath you, feeling someone’s shoulder ram right into your chest and knocking you down.

The crowd shrieks in horror as you plummet on your back. You choke out a gasp as soon as you slam onto the floor. You try to open your eyes and lift yourself up, but all you see are stars, and they are not pretty.

Seulgi sprints over to you the second she registers what happened and tries to help you up, but you roll on the ground in pain.

“What the fuck, dude…” you groan and look up at the other player, glaring at them with grit teeth. They’re not even paying you any mind. They smile and turn their back on you.

That was what made you quickly push yourself from the floor and storm over to them. The anger you feel is unmatched to however you’ve felt before. They turn and immediately take a step back, but before you can even get closer, a hand is on your chest.

“Whoa, whoa, ha ha,” Seulgi quickly and awkwardly pushes her way between the two of you, “let’s relax, come on.” She takes your hand and tugs you back a bit, making sure to look back at the other player, who has not moved from their spot. Not another word is exchanged between them as Seulgi walks with you back to starting positions.

Your team seems shocked. Not one of them says another word to you, not when you already have your eyes set on the person you want to take down.

While the cheerleaders scream and hype up the team to continue going, Rosé stops. She’s staring out at you, honestly puzzled by your demeanor today. She wants to go over to you and genuinely ask you what’s wrong. The look on your face isn’t one that she’s used to seeing you wear.

Your mind at the moment is only focused on the game. As soon as the referee blows the whistle, you bolt forward.

You grind your teeth together and begin to rush at the other player, running faster, pushing yourself and shouting for your teammates to do the same.

The other team has the ball. You’re far too determined now to let them make yet another score. As soon as you are near the runner, you dart your leg out and slide right by, knocking both the player down and gaining control of the ball. The audience goes wild, screaming your name as you sprint over to the other side. Seulgi watches your back, running with you, all up until you send the ball flying into the goal.

The screams that echo throughout the field nearly burst your eardrums. On top of Seulgi screaming into your ear, your cheer team is losing their absolute mind. It’s the first time you’ve heard your name come from so many mouths, and it honestly makes you feel really good.

It pushes you to continue doing your best. You and Seulgi let the rest of your team know of the plays you want to do, and you all agree on one thing; do whatever you have to do.

In doing so, you get called out by the ref a couple times for aggressiveness. You roll your eyes each time and resume playing just as you did before.

The cheers of the crowd drown out as you run and slide all over the field. Sweat drips from your chin, illuminated by the blaring lights above you. Your teammates yell and slap a hand on your shoulder whenever you make a goal; you smile and give a wave to everyone watching.

Rosé is looking at you intently. She has always liked watching the way you get so serious for these games. She liked seeing how your uniform stuck to your body when you were dripping sweat, whenever you pushed your hair back from your face.

You’re different tonight though. She can see it in your stoic body language. You’re rough, tougher on the outside than you usually are. The expression on your face shows your determination. It’s like you’ve opened yourself up, a new image for others to see.

Across the field, there’s another pair of eyes on you, watching with such intrigue and amazement.

They saw you the moment you stepped onto the field. They saw the way all eyes fell to you the moment you got into position. Exuding so much confidence, they thought.

As you hunch over, catching a well needed breath during a small quarrel between an opposing player and the referee, you glance around the field to take a look at everyone.

Your schoolmates are going crazy in the stands. You’ve managed to catch up to the opposing team, now only being a mere couple points away from winning in the game’s last moments. You don’t dare look at the cheer squad, though you can hear their screams of encouragement.

When you look over at Seulgi, she’s bent over just as you are, dripping sweat. You give a questioning thumbs up to check on her, which she returns with her usual large smile and a thumbs up right back.

You stop when your eyes lock with a cheerleader from the opposing team. She’s standing with her pompoms in hand, completely zoned out as she stares. The others are just chatting around her.

You can’t see her very well— all you can make out is bright orange hair— and the fact that she’s definitely turned to you, unmoving.

Her eyes widen and she turns to hide her face when she notices you looking back at her. She’s tall, so you can still see her forehead behind the others, but you pay no mind. A confused yet flattered smile crosses your face before you turn back and resume your position.

Motivation floods throughout your body. You can’t look bad now, now in front of all these people— not in front of Rosé. You turn to look at where she is and see her cheering the team on, but you peel your eyes away before you rush back into the mess.

The last play of the game resumes. You rush at the players and push your way through, watching as Seulgi takes the ball. You guard her, running and pushing yourself until it feels like your ribs are going to burst from your abdomen; Seulgi drives the ball right to you. With one strong, final swing of your leg, the ball is sent spiraling right through the goalie’s hands.

You hear the screams before the ball even touches the net.

Exhaustion settles into your body right when your knees touch the floor, but Seulgi rushes up and engulfs you in a bear-hug, lifting you up and spinning you around.

“Wow, y/n!! That was amazing!! I’m so proud of you!!”

For the second time that night, your name spills from the mouths of hundreds.

The crowd is still vast when you and your team emerge from the locker rooms. Everyone around you is slapping you on the back, cheering your guys’ names and congratulating you. You do your best to smile and thank everyone passing, but you can’t even register anyone’s faces as they mull on by.

There is one person you haven’t seen yet, though. You suppose it’s a longshot if you do, but… a “congratulations” would be nice. You crane your neck upwards, looking out over the crowd and searching for Rosé, but the sea of families and friends flooding the area makes it hard.

You sigh. She’s nowhere to be found.

“Hey! Tough guy!” Seulgi comes out of nowhere and slaps her hand on your shoulder, “You’re coming with us to my house to celebrate, right?”

Even if you’re looking at her, Seulgi can notice that you aren’t really listening. So she just stares at you.

“Umm,” you peek back over at the crowd, “I’ll see if I can. I might have something to take care of.”

Seulgi immediately deadpans and lifts an eyebrow. She knows that look on your face more than anything. It’s the, “I’m going to make up a lie so that I can stay inside by myself,” look.

“Well, don’t be a downer,” Seulgi punches you now, “Whatever’s on your mind, store it for another day. We’re gonna drink a little bit. Nothing major.”

“Hm??” You snap your head back around, “You??”

“Y/n, don’t act so surprised,” she rolls her eyes, “you act like you’ve never done that before.”

Before you can reply, someone comes up and takes Seulgi’s forearm and tugs on it. “Hey. We should get to your place early to set up.” The stranger says before turning to you with a small smile, “Hi, y/n. Great game! Seulgi always talks about you.”

You recognize her as one of Rosé’s friends. She’s usually off doing schoolwork or running clubs around the campus, as you’ve been told. She, however, shouldn’t know too much about you. You still greet her with a smile.

“Okay, Irene, I’m coming—”

Oh, her name is Irene.

Seulgi nods and looks to you, “I’ll see you there!” She makes sure to send you dagger eyes before being quickly tugged away by the shorter girl. As you watch them run off together, you squint your eyes. Since when has Seulgi mentioned hanging around Irene?

Interesting. That’ll be something you think about later.

For now, you stand and lean on a tree just outside the stadium. People are still flooding out of the gates as they connect with their friends and leave with their families, so you wave and say goodbye to many as they go. A few of them come up and ask if you’re going to Seulgi’s house, to which you tell them you’re not sure yet.

Because you’re here waiting for a miracle.

You hope that your phone can be more entertaining to you than watching cars honk at each other as they pull out of embarrassingly tight parking spaces.

No new notifications. No surprise to you.

You spend your time scrolling through stupid videos on your phone. Messages from your team’s group chat start flowing in about being on their way to Seulgi’s or what they should wear and bring. You sigh and swipe up on the notifications to be rid of them.

The cool, night breeze feels good on your body. It wakes you up and shakes you from your sleepy daze. Right now, you want nothing more but to take a hot shower and crawl into your bed to laze around and bask in your victory by yourself. Being around an entire crowd makes you feel somewhat uneasy; who would be there? Strangers? Just your friends?

If Irene was going, maybe that meant…

No. Honestly, you were unsure why you subjected yourself to waiting. You didn’t even know what you were waiting for. The talk that you had with Rosé should have been enough discouragement to begin with.

You were just about to tuck your phone away and head to your dorm when someone comes up and gently taps your shoulder. Your blood pressure spikes, expecting to turn to see a certain strawberry blonde— it’s not.

Instead, it’s a girl with bright orange hair.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you,” the stranger smiles. Her voice is soft and her smile is wide— she’s beaming at you. “I just wanted to congratulate you, for the win. You were really great.”

You look her up and down. It’s the cheerleader you saw from the other team, no doubt. Even if it was from a distance, the hair color is a dead giveaway. Though now, up close, you see her puffy cheeks and big, doting eyes. You don’t mean for your eyes to linger, but she’s cute.

To make light conversation, you laugh as you gesture to your uniform. “Thank you, but… are you sure you’re supposed to be congratulating me?”

She keeps the smile on her face. “Well, you played amazingly. No doubt about that.”

A curse that you had was blushing every time you talked to a pretty girl. You were sure that pink had crept up to your cheeks by now. “Thank you. Honestly, I almost thought I wouldn’t make it. Your team got pretty intense,” you took a deep breath and laughed, “I almost died on the floor.”

“Yeah, they…” she sighs and shakes her head, “they get pretty crazy about it. Apparently there’s this superstition that the outcome of the first game sets up the season, or something.”

“My captain said the same thing!” You may have said that a bit too excitedly, but she laughs. The dopey grin on your face doesn’t falter one bit. She has such a calming demeanor about her. Her voice is almost comforting with how gentle she talks. “You know, you made me kind of nervous when I saw you across the field.”

The girl suddenly gets a bit bashful. “You saw me?”

“I did, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I zone out really easily.”

“No, it’s okay. I was the one staring— I mean! I was watching you play, of course! I wasn’t cheering for you though, since that would be wrong and all, I just saw how determined you looked. And it was honestly really cool, the way you—”

You watched the girl ramble on and on. She seemed to be muttering to herself by now. You wanted to laugh, but honestly, you found it to be endearing. She didn’t seem like the shy type when she initially approached you but her mumbling makes you think otherwise. You don’t want her to feel awkward, so you try to help out a bit. Doing your best not to be rude, you interrupt her quiet ramble by blurting out, “What’s your name?”

She blinks. It looks like she’s having a system reboot.

Before you know it, she’s once again beaming. “My name is Sana!” She abruptly puts her hand out for you, “And you’re y/n?”

You smile. “I am. Did you figure that out, or did you have to ask around?”

“I did have to strain my ears to make out what the crowd was saying, but I was able to figure it out.” She giggled, “But you’re quite a hot topic right now, so it wasn’t like I didn’t hear your name everywhere afterwards.”

Tonight seemed like a weird night. You won your game, hundreds of people chanted for you, and now this random, pretty girl has come up to you to strike up a conversation. You began to wonder if you really did die on that field, and you were just living an extended version of your life in heaven.

Sana sways on her feet while the two of you talk. You, in turn, start rambling as well, going through topic after topic. Your schools, classes, hobbies— you learn that you two have quite a few things in common.

After some time, your guys’ voices come to a lull, and the two of you are simply standing under the streetlights and trees. Sana begins to sway on her toes.

“Anyway. Sorry, I didn’t come over to waste your time, um…” she plays with her hands that are now behind her back, “I wanted to ask if you would like to hang out sometime? Maybe we can go out to celebrate your win?”

Now was your turn to do a system reboot.

Was this pretty girl asking you out?

You’re cautious. And for a good reason; is she just trying to take you back home?

So you pause and squint your eyes. “Like… like out? Out out?”

Sana furrows her brow. “Um, yes? I’m not sure what just one ‘out’ would mean rather than two,” she laughs and plays off her shyness with a shrug, “I think you’re cute.”

You have never been given such direct words before. At least not in a sweet, wholesome way. Your cheeks quickly flare up and turn pink right before Sana’s eyes; you know that she sees it because her smile grows wider.

You begin to weigh the pros and cons. Sana is really cute. Even seeing her from a distance had you staring at her. She’s sweet, she’s smiley, and she’s very direct with you. That’s good.

Cons. You’re in a sticky situation that you would rather not drag anybody, especially someone as nice as Sana, into. But, why does that matter to you? You did try to talk it out, and in the end, you were left in the dust. You have no ties to anyone right now.

It isn’t wrong of you to just innocently see where this would lead. Right?

You open your mouth to agree, but you pause. As much as you want to say yes, you think about how devastated Seulgi would be if she learned that you chose a date with a stranger over a party at her house. Though you feel like she’d understand, you know it would be wrong.

So you sigh. “Tonight isn’t the best. I’m actually heading to a friend’s party right now. I’m sorry.”

Although Sana seems a bit bummed out at first, she tilts her head. “Is it Seulgi’s?”

“How do you kn—”

“My friends are friends with them, too. She had invited us over earlier,” Sana smiles, “I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”

You give a final look back to the field. It’s starting to clear now, but you still can’t find what you’re looking for.

With a sigh, you look back and smile. “It doesn’t, actually. I’ll see you there?”

“Can’t wait.” She leaves with a wink.

When you finally arrive at Seulgi’s, it takes a minute of you gripping your steering wheel to gather your courage and go inside. Music is already vibrating the outside of her home, so you assume quite a few people are already there.

You finally leave your car and go inside.

Yeah. Way more than a few people.

“Heyyy, you made it!” Seulgi rushes up to you as soon as she sees you trying to quietly close the door, “I’m glad you decided not to stay holed up in your dorm!”

“Yeah, yeah.” You push her off of yourself and laugh. As you stare at Seulgi, you squint your eyes.

“Have you already started drinking?”

Her hair is disheveled, more so than it usually is, and her cheeks are flushed too. Seulgi quickly pats her hair down with a laugh. “No, not yet! Just been… running around trying to get all the stuff ready. Why, did you want to now?”

You stop to think. It’s been some time since you’ve drank, so there shouldn’t be any harm in it. As you look around the house, you see your oh so innocent friends sipping from cups— you suddenly feel like a prude.

“Yeah, why not. Just not strong, alright?”

Seulgi gives you a salute and heads off to grab you a cup.

“I’m serious, Seul, not strong!” You call off once more because you know she doesn’t listen to you.

As you wait, you look around and recount the people you know. There’s a few, including the girl from earlier, Irene, hovering around Seulgi and smiling constantly. Familiar faces, but not the ones you’re looking for.

On the couch of the other room sits a group of girls that you don’t recall seeing before. They’re all talking and laughing with their cups in hand, probably gossiping about the latest school drama and whatnot. Yeri is over there, as is Joy, so you decide to walk over to say hi.

Intimidation settles over your body the minute you get closer. When their faces come into view, pretty and scary as they are, you turn on your heels and almost run away.

“Hey, y/n, you came!”

You clench your eyes shut. Damnit.

With a slow turn you look towards Yeri and Joy with a smile. “Yes, hey guys.”

“You neeeever come out dude,” Joy gestures you over, “come here! Meet our friends!”

All eyes are now on you. Hesitantly, you walk over to the side of the couch and give a wave. “Hi, everyone. I’m y/n.”

“Y/n is great, she’s the one you guys saw get knocked on her ass and then almost into a fight,” Yeri grabs you in a headlock and laughs, “Quiiite aggressive, this one.”

“Yeri, geez, do you mind…” You push her off with a groan.

The girls all chuckle and the blush in your cheeks bursts across your face. You recognize them now— they were still wearing their opposing school colors.

“These are the cheerleaders from the other school. This is Jihyo, Nayeon, Momo, Tzuyu…” Joy’s voice trails off as you follow their faces. There’s a whole bunch of them; there’d be no way you’d remember their names by the end of the night.

“And that’s Sana.”

Your eyes fall on her last, but she’s already looking at you. She has a drink in her hand, a smile on her face upon seeing that you finally showed up. She looks expensive, you think; she holds her cup so dainty, and her legs are crossed at her thighs.

You dart your eyes elsewhere, embarrassed to have her watching your friends tease you.

“First, we want to apologize on behalf of our team. We know they can get a little…” The girl whose cup read “Jihyo” sucked air through her teeth and scrunched up her face.

“Intense.” Sana finished. You look over at her and smile this time.

You make conversation with the girls until Seulgi finally brings your drink to you.

“What is this?”

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll like it!”

You take a sip and grimace. You definitely don’t.

“Don’t be picky, tough guy.” Seulgi laughs over the music and sits beside you, Irene following suit. You wave to Irene and she does the same.

“How are you, y/n? The other team kinda…” Irene winces. You wave your hand.

“I’m fine now, it’s okay. Kinda got the wind knocked out of me, though.” Yeri doesn’t hold back on her laughs and slaps her hand on your shoulder. With a roll of your eyes, you put your arm around her shoulder and squeeze her until she whines.

“But, enough about me,” you talk over Yeri’s complaining, “How are you, Irene? How long have you known Seulgi?”

She is unfazed by the question and just smiles. “She helps me out with setting up the club events sometimes. It’s been a while, actually.”

“I am so surprised that jock-Seulgi even knows that other clubs exist.” You get a hard jab to your arm and laugh, “I’m just kidding!”

Seulgi grumbles and smacks you again. “Anyway. You’ve met the girls, right?” She points ahead. They all nod in unison with you.

“Okay, cool, so we don’t need any introductions. Why don’t we go dance?!”

The girls wasted absolutely no time in jumping from their seats and rushing to the “dance floor” which was just Seulgi’s living room with all of the furniture pushed away. You watch as they take a gulp of their drinks before practically tossing them down and stumbling over each other.

Finally, you’re left with Sana, who scoots closer to you. Nervousness quickly begins to take over, so you decide that you need a few gulps of your own drink before you talk to her and do exactly that, visibly holding back groans when you finally stomach it.

Sana nudges you. “I’m glad you were able to make it.”

When you turn to her, you take a deep breath and smile. “I’m glad you were invited. I would’ve been really upset if I had to turn down your invite out.”

The two of you spend a good amount of time talking, playfully joking with each other as you go through one, two, three drinks. She asks you about yourself, though you fear there isn’t much for you to tell her. She has many more interesting things to tell you when you pass the conversation to her; she tells you about all of the trouble that she and her friends have gotten into while in their dorms, her hobbies, her interests… you begin to doze off as she talks. Not because she’s boring, but because you could listen to her rant all night.

“Sana!! Come on!!” Someone yelling snaps you out of your trance. You turn your head and see that it’s Dahyun frantically waving her arms and gesturing you guys over. Next to her, you catch a glimpse of Seulgi dancing with Irene in the mess of a crowd, and you chuckle.

Sana waves her hand and mouths, “One second!”

Your head starts to feel a bit fuzzy as you sit there. A part of you wants to get up and join your friends, though you think maybe that wouldn’t be such a great idea.

“Do you dance?”

Sana is eyeing you when you turn to her.

“Oh, no,” you scoff, “not at all. I dance like I have no balance with a third leg. And not the good kind.”

Sana bursts into laughter and smacks your arm. Her laugh is so genuine and her smile is so bright. You enjoy her presence next to you as you casually drink and watch your friends make fools of themselves on the dance floor.

Meanwhile, Sana watches you. She rests her chin on her hand and looks up at you, eyes shining under the ever-changing lights. Her eyes follow your movements, the way your legs bounce as you sit, the way your fingers twitch around your cup, the way you’re always looking around the room, but not directly at her. Though you’re nervous around her, she finds it cute.

You jump when you feel Sana’s hand slide into yours. “Come dance with me!”

“What?” you gasp, shaking your head, “Did you not just hear me say that I don't dance?”

“Just because you don't doesn’t mean you can't.” Sana takes you by your hand and pulls you into the crowded, makeshift dance floor, stumbling over your feet and knocking into bodies around you.

She tries her best to guide you to the dances but she breaks into laughter every time you mess up, though half of the time is because Sana is stepping on her own feet. You spend the rest of the song laughing, jumping, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

You remind yourself that you deserve to have this fun. Forget all of the mindless nonsense and delusions that have been in the back of your mind; especially since you were probably not even a thought for another.

The crowd dancing in the small living room only seemed to grow, gradually pushing you and Sana closer together, but you didn’t mind. You’re not sure where Seulgi and them wandered off to, probably somewhere meshed into the crowd too, so you and Sana stay facing each other and goofily jumping to the music.

It’s easy for you to get carried away, especially with the way Sana eyes you up and down, staring at her sweet smile with alcohol tingling every inch of your skin. Amidst the crowd full of flushed faces, you can’t take your eyes off of the glowing girl right ahead of you. Your vision is impaired, but you see her smiling at you, tugging on the sides of your shirt to get closer.

Her eyes continuously dart between yours and your lips. You have half a mind to lean in, just a little bit.

Sana’s hands skim down your forearms to take your hands into hers, and you let her. You try to move along with her, key word try, and she laughs at how bad you are at keeping up with the beat, and you laugh along with her. Based on your incessant giggling, the alcohol was surely starting to take its toll on you.

Your eyes falter as you watch her. There’s a certain look in Sana’s eyes— one that you have seen before, but coming from Sana, makes you flustered. The way that Sana looks at you is so different from how Rosé does. Sana’s eyes stay on yours. They scrunch up when she smiles.

Her lips are parted, her breathing heavy. Her gentle hands caress the back of your neck and leave you shivering under the touch.

Your movements were more in sync now. Or maybe the liquid courage just made you think so.

It’s new to you, that a touch as simple as that could make you feel such a way. The smile on her face never fades and you can’t stop gazing at the way her eyes sparkle at you.

The distance between the two of you begins to lessen, ever so slowly. You catch her eyes darting down to your lips and feel something greedy beginning to bubble within you. Inch by inch, you move closer until you feel her breaths, smelling of watermelon margarita, on your lips. You hope that you smell just as good.

But Sana gently presses her finger against them. Your eyes open as you pause, surprised at the touch.

Sana is looking up at you through lidded eyes and has a dopey smile on her face. “We’re drunk,” she giggles, “and you haven’t taken me on a date yet.”

You blink. Your eyebrows raise.

“A date?” You ask, slowly taking her hand and holding it in yours, “You want to go on a date?”

Music is blaring throughout the room, people are bumping into each other, but it doesn’t bother you one bit. Your tunnel vision is directing you straight to Sana.

“You’ll have to ask me better than that,” she rolls her eyes and juts her bottom lip out in a pout. You practically melt right then and there.

You smile and lean in again. She almost stops you once more, but you only press against the side of her head to whisper in her ear.

“Why don’t I ask you when we’re not drunk?” You lean some of your weight onto her, albeit accidentally, “I’ll do it properly.”

Sana melts under your hold. She takes her arms and wraps it around your neck, holding you there, and smiles.

“Yes, I’d like that.”