What Chaeyoung did see were her hopes of scoring disappear as quickly as the ball slipped from her possession. What she did see was the imminent fall that awaited her, only she wasn’t falling onto the familiar hard turf beneath her feet. No, instead she fell onto a firm body that let out a hefty ‘oof’ at the collision. Her hands had instinctively went out to brace her fall.

Chaeyoung would’ve much rather preferred the bruising brutality of the grass.