invicto
@yfxyang
volleyball practice is the best part of sunmi’s weeks, that she has no doubt of. and she has been trying to be reasonable, that she also has no doubt of. she has been trying really, really hard to be a good person, to not get into petty fights with people who obviously do not deserve a single second of her time. but sunmi, as much as she likes to think of herself as a chill person - and truth be told she can be very chill in most situations - is not one, at least not when it comes to li yang.
that girl. that fucking stupid gerbil drives her nuts every single time. no exception.
so she ends that practice with her skin crawling with annoyance, hands clasped tight and her teammates head back, thinking that maybe she could stay and practice a little more. it’s not that late, and she doesn’t feel all that tired. also, she is too tense, too annoyed by that rat to be able to just head back home. until she notices she is not alone, someone else seemed to have the very same idea. and of all people, of course, it had to be yang.
sunmi stares at her, tying her hair up again, rolling her eyes. “will you stay?” she asks, and then scoffs. “planning on training a bit more? maybe then you’ll finally get it right, instead of spending every good ball i send your way.”
spent as she is from another long afternoon weekday practice, yang is determined to get this right. the spikes at the front row are no issue—it’s the ones from the back row that get her every time, when the ball lobs high above her head and she’s suddenly taking in the whole expanse of the court, from the teammates with limbs planted firm front of her, anticipatory, to the foreboding net and both sides of the antennae, to all of the bodies standing beyond the threshold on the other side, ready for a counterstrike. needless to say, it’s a scary place to be. when she’s up at the front, everything is much simpler. she just hits with all the force her lithe body can muster.
it’s clear that she’s not here alone though, as yang discovers after returning from a brief visit to the drinking fountain and sweaty pat-down in the locker rooms. she finds their team setter, sunmi, pacing around the wooden flooring with squeaking sneakers, and isn’t that apt, yang thinks smugly to herself, that her sneakers are as annoying as her pig face. the pig. the prickly hog. the freshly-slaughtered swine girl. yang has a whole jar full of insults she’s reserved specially for sunmi. she instinctively faux-gags as soon as she locks eyes with her.
striding towards the end of the court, yang raises her hands up slightly above her shoulders, an indication that yang intends to stay for after-practice session despite knowing full-well that sunmi probably has two sleeves of shit to throw her way after today’s rather subpar performance. “what do you think?” yang snarls, rolling her eyes back at the other girl. “just get on with it, piggy,” she follows up with a few quick snorts, crude, immature, and as completely uncalled for as they are.