spectrum【fem!reader .lookism】

. xviii

The girl only shot them a dry look.

Despite her actions, she actually was pretty glad to be back in this energetic and welcoming area. She's always been closer with those in the boxing gym than with those that does taekwondo.

"Oh, but Yongsoo Kim isn't here today."

"Who?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"You know, the guy you last fought before moving?"

Ah, him? The one who was so determined the last she saw him?

Remembering how he was almost nonstop with his training when she left, she was slightly surprised he wasn't waiting to ambush her everyday in this place.

"Alright, since you're here, how about—"

"No," (Y/N) hurriedly says, glancing down on her jeans. "I have to get home with preferrably unripped pants, thank you."

"Tsk tsk...breaking your promises now, I see."

"I never promised anything anyway."

From the corner of her eye, she can see the coach's piercing gaze seemingly looking for something in her demeanor.

"You..." he lowly spoke to her. "Have you found something good?"

"Me?" she turned her head and pointed to herself.

"Or something nice happened lately?"

"Well, kind of."

"I see." The man exhaled and smiles slightly at her. "That's good. It's already affected you quite well."

"What?"

"You'll find out eventually."

Of course he won't explain.

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(Y/N) endure quite a while of complaints about her not bringing even souvenirs after so long.

In the end, no one paid any more attention to the equipment in the gym, in favor of being able to talk to her. She has never really realized  how family-like this place has become to her, until that moment.

The (h/c) haired girl was only allowed to go under the condition that she'd visit again before going back to the city.

She was more than ready to agree.

When she got home, the skies has long since gone dark.

It was oddly reminiscent of the time she came home to the sound of raised voices and ungrateful words that should've never been said. But unlike before, thinking about that memory no longer send her in a murderous rage.

Her feet stopped just in front of the familiar wooden door.

When she looked to where she just came from, two familiar faces looked back.

"You..." Her eyes first trailed to the taller, handsome version of Daniel. Then to Jay standing next to him.

...Wait. Why was Jay here?

HOLD ON, ISN'T THIS A PROBLEM?

Jay knew her as Daniel's sister, right? Not the short Daniel, but the other Daniel. She has no reason to be here, unless she says she was also friends with the shorter version of her brother.

But even if they manage to convince Jay that she was also just visiting a 'friend', he'd figure something is wrong if her mom sees her and calls her as her daughter in front of the unexpected visitors.

And there's no way she's sleeping outside tonight. It's been months since she's here.

She shot a look at her sweating brother, hoping that he can hear her cursing him to hell and back for bringing this crisis upon them.

Why? Just...why?

This was the original top student in their classroom. The one that doesn't need two bodies to cheat during exams. There's no way he won't find the situation suspicious.

Jay Hong, will you please turn around and go to...maybe Busan instead? Isn't that place good for solo travelers?

This Thanksgiving is going horribly wrong. And it's just the first day, too.

So of course, at that moment, their mom just had to open the door as if she sensed them.

Mother, I do love you. But please don't do this to me.

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Unedited.

When I wrote chapter 2 I thought it was such a hassle coming up names with everyone in the gym while not shoving all the ocs up to everyone at once.

Now in chapter eighteen, I'm wondering why I never gave any of them actual names...