seulgi said she would call.

she said she would– yeri remembers it clearly. seulgi pushed her into the closet at bae joohyun’s 18th birthday party. seulgi had kissed her so passionately– the alcohol on seulgi’s breath mixing with yeri’s, seulgi’s hands entangling gently in yeri’s hair, the way yeri had moaned desperately into seulgi’s mouth. they had kissed until the sharp knocks on the closet door startled them apart, no doubt belonging to bae joohyun and her clique.

“sorry, yeri, i’ve got to go,” seulgi had said, all breathless and beautiful and, god, in that moment, she had looked just like the goddesses yeri had read about in her favorite fictional novels. “i’ll call you, i promise.”

one soft kiss on the cheek, and she was gone as soon as she had appeared.

and, yes, maybe yeri had smiled for the rest of the night. because anyone who knows kim yerim knows that she’s had the biggest and most embarrassing crush on kang seulgi for years– ever since yeri was in third grade and seulgi was in sixth and she told off those boys on the playground that were teasing her over her lunch. and yeah, sure, yeri probably should have grown out of it.

but seulgi had kissed her. her! that means– well, that means kang seulgi knows she exists! she knows, and she kissed her, and, well, that must mean something, right?

but she said she would call.

bae joohyun’s 18th birthday party was two weeks ago. fourteen days. and people get busy, yeri