​​​​​​a/n: Yuna ace inspo came from the hockey game on Weekly Idol

also, y'all know I had to incorporate the superior b-side into a title :)

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                After warming up they went back to the locker room for a quick pep talk from Coach Moon, where she said they’ve been working really hard at practice and she thinks it is finally going to pay off today. They knew they’re better than this team, but that doesn’t mean they should slack off. She looked at Tzuyu briefly before saying she wants a clean game and whatever happens, happens with a good attitude. Tzuyu looked at Jeongyeon, and Jeongyeon nodded back seriously at her, as if she was agreeing with Coach Moon. Tzuyu sighed in acceptance.

 

                Then the teams walked out in line on the field, side by side as the anthem played. After that, the starting lineup ran to their respective sides and Jihyo had them circle up so she could say a couple last minute words to them. Tzuyu, Jeongyeon, Rina, Soyeon, and Yuju watched everything from the bench. The starters screamed a cheer and then split to their positions. The game was about to start.

 

                ~

 

 

                Sana looked on boredly and let out a yawn. She raised her hand to cover and Nayeon slapped it down, “Sana! Quit yawning and focus! Smile on!”

 

                Sana finished and shot Nayeon back an overlarge fake cheerleader smile, and the older seemed to be satisfied with it.

 

                “Let’s start with Cocky!” Nayeon bellowed.

 

                “Float like a butterfly sting like a bee

                One two punch like Rocky

                Yeah we’re good

                You think we’re cocky

                But we’re the best

                At field hockey!”

 

                ~

 

                Their team started strong, but the opposition started stronger, and before they knew it they were making a shot on goal. Sowon easily gloved the ball, but that didn’t stop Suyeon from letting out a string of curses at Ryujin for being careless and letting them get a scoring opportunity.

 

                “Sowon won’t stop! Ready, OK!” Nayeon commanded.

 

                “Stronger than steel,

                Hotter than the sun;

                Sowon won't stop,

                'til the game is won!”

 

                “Sana, smile!” Nayeon hissed.

 

                Sana half-heartedly pulled her fake smile back on and Nayeon looked at her a little longer before turning back to the game. She didn’t have time to have this battle with her right now… maybe halftime, but definitely not now.

 

                Their team was controlling the ball again, Haseul passed to Jennie, Jennie up to Somi, and Somi up to Yuna who was cutting back to open herself up. The opposing team had clearly done their research and knew Yuna was their ace, because she had the ball for two seconds before they backed into her, cutting their stick in and stole it to pass back to their side of the field.

 

                Tzuyu was watching the game with a blank expression, but Jeongyeon was on her feet screaming and looking like she was going to tear her hair out, “Are you blind? That was illegal, she can’t do that!”

 

                The ref shot Jeongyeon an annoyed look and Soyeon grabbed a fistful of Jeongyeon’s jersey and tugged her forcefully back on the bench before he could think to card her. He shook his head and ran back to the action.

 

                “Thanks,” Jeongyeon grumbled appreciatively.

 

                The ball was shot and went flying at Hyunjin’s head. She hit the deck faster than lightning and managed to avoid it, but that didn’t stop Soyeon from taking it personally. She jumped up next and started shouting, “That was a direct attack! Suyeon, pulverize her!”

 

                This time it was Jeongyeon who pulled Soyeon back down, “Ever think this is why you don’t start?” Jeongyeon joked as Soyeon panted, steaming in anger.

 

                “I’m a cleaner. My job isn’t to start, it’s to finish. I go and clean up any messes they’ve made. And yes, I’m taking mental notes of who all is going to see the end side of my stick,”

 

                “What ever happened to not hurting people?” Tzuyu asked, raising an eyebrow.

 

                “That was a friendly scrim, against your own team,” Soyeon shot back, “This is war. If you want to step on someone today, T-Star, you have my blessing to do so,” she reached her fist across Jeongyeon and dapped Tzuyu, then she cut a glare back at Jeongyeon, “But don’t be stupid and get carded before you even get in the match,”

 

                “Yuju, what about you?” Tzuyu asked, she knew Rina rarely got to play unless Sowon became injured or they were playing a team they would easily beat.

 

                Yuju sighed as she tore her eyes away from the dance team and focused on the girls talking to her, “My job is to protect Sowon-unnie at all costs. If she’s getting pummeled, that’s what I’ll do,”

 

                ~

 

                Momo pressed play and a familiar beat came out of the speakers, 5, 6, 7, 8. The team started dancing flawlessly to a dance remix of Ariana Grande’s “Thank You, Next,” They were nailing the choreography and could hear the whooping and hollering, of not only the field hockey fans, but their own fans.

 

                As the song ended, Momo felt eyes on her back. Well to be honest, she’d felt them the whole dance, but she was too focused and, in the moment to notice them. She turned around just in time to see Chaeyoung from her usual spot in the stands snap a picture of her before turning back to the game. Momo smiled shyly as Chungha shoved her teasingly, “That photographer has a good eye. You’re killing it today MoChine,”

 

                “Thanks, you too Chica,”

 

                The members of the dance team sat down for their short break and chatted amicably as they drank from their waters. Mina was tugging self-consciously at the sleeve of their skimpy dance costume, which didn’t go unnoticed by Momo.

 

                “What’s wrong?” Momo asked the younger girl.

 

                “I just feel so exposed… what if someone sees?” By “someone” Mina meant Dahyun, but really if anyone saw it wouldn’t be good for her.

 

                “We covered them, don’t worry,” Momo said appraising the thick layer of makeup she’d helped Mina cake onto her shoulders.

 

                “And my scars, Momo I just… feel uncomfortable,” Mina said shifting to rub her knee.

 

                “It hurts?”

 

                “No, but I don’t like people being able to see them. It shows weakness,”

 

                “You’re not weak Mina. You have a whole tebori mural on your back, that’s definitely not for the weak,”

 

                Mina grumbled unintelligibly as she flopped down on the cold bleacher bench in frustration.

 

                “Would you feel better if you could wear stockings underneath?”

 

                “I would feel better if I could wear a whole bodysuit underneath,” Mina answered quietly.

 

                Momo rubbed the back of her neck in contemplation, “Ok,”

 

                “Ok?”

 

                “Yeah, ok, I want you to be comfortable. Just make sure you’re back for halftime,”

 

                And Mina gratefully scampered down the bleachers towards the locker rooms in a hurry. She didn’t notice Dahyun watching her and follow her… or the two burly men that followed after her.

 

                ~

 

                Mina quickly made work of her dance costume, putting it on the hanger as she searched her bag for her trusty long-sleeved leotard and stockings. She was completely topless, and in team mandated seamless underwear, but her tattoos were mostly covered by makeup in case any of the other girls walked in so she wasn’t completely worried when she heard the door open.

 

                Someone put their hand on her shoulder, and before Mina could even think she was reacting. She grabbed the person’s wrist and turned them around, swinging her leg over top and holding her in a submission hold, with just the right amount of pressure on the elbow.

 

                “Yah! Mina!” Dahyun shouted in fear.

 

                “Dahyun!” Mina breathed in shock as she quickly let go and backed up against her locker, attempting to cover her chest with her hands, “What are you doing here?”

 

                “I came to ask you the same thing,” She examined her hand, and the smudge of makeup that had come off on her, “Why are you wearing so much makeup?”

 

                “It’s for the costume,” Mina shrugged her off. Her shirt was in her locker, but she didn’t dare turn around and grab it because she was afraid Dahyun would see through the makeup, “I came to change though,”

 

                “Why? You looked fine to me?”

 

                “I—I was cold,”

 

                “What’s that on your arm?” Dahyun asked, seeing a dark smudge near the top of her shoulder. She leaned forward to get a better look, but Mina flinched back, covering it with her other hand, so she stopped.

 

                They heard the door open again, and both of their eyes flickered to the end of the lockers, “You should hurry up and get dressed then,” Dahyun said as her eyes turned back to Mina and trailed down her exposed body, pausing ever so slightly on her bad knee.

 

                Mina’s eyes widened with panic and she looked down and covered her face in shame. Dahyun could see her body, more of her than she had allowed anyone to see in a while. She felt her skin burning under Dahyun’s calm gaze. She wished she would just say something, or if nothing else, then look away.

 

                “You’re beautiful,” Dahyun breathed, stepping closer. Mina thought Dahyun was going to her face, maybe hold her hand, even tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, but nothing happened.

 

                When she finally removed her hands, she saw Dahyun with duct tape over , being held back by two massive goons.

 

                “Sorry miss, but we have strict orders from your parents,” one of them said in Japanese noticing Mina’s inadequate clothing and then instantly covering his eyes with his hand. With his other hand he covered Dahyun’s too.

 

                Mina quickly took this opportunity to turn around and pull on her shirt and stockings.

 

                The second goon gasped at the sight of her back, “Ojou-sama, what happened to your—”

 

                “Who said you could look at me?” Mina spat, silencing him, and he also threw a hand over his eyes.

 

                Mina could hear Dahyun whimpering in fear through the duct tape.

 

                “, Katashi let her go!” Mina commanded in Japanese. They immediately let go of Dahyun and Mina gently removed the duct tape from , looking pleadingly in her eyes for her not to ask questions right now. The girl must have gotten the hint because she stayed quiet… but most likely just from terror. The men were packing heat… and hadn’t even tried to hide it.

 

                “Your father sent us to check on you, they’re coming next week,” Katashi said.

 

                “I’m aware, but what part of that sounds like ‘kidnap Mina’s friend and risk exposing the whole family business’ to you?” Mina cut back, “At least hide your guns, are you trying to cause a scene? My parents don’t own the police here like they do back home,”

 

                Both of the men hesitantly moved their guns into the waistbands of their suit pants.

 

                “You could have been in danger… you were undressed. We thought it is weird for another girl to be so close like this. She was going to touch you. In Japan no one is allowed to touch Ojou-sama at all unless it is her parents or one of her private handmaidens,” The other man recited.

 

                “We’re not in Japan, are we Daisuke?” Mina asked.

 

                “No, ma’am,” He replied obediently.

 

                “Get out of my sight… and remain out of my sight,” Mina commanded, “Tell my parents, I will not act so sparingly on the next goons they send to spy on me,”

 

                “Yes ma’am,” They grunted and hurried out the locker room.

 

                Mina sighed and turned to Dahyun, “I—I’m sorry about that, they were lost,” she stuttered nervously, back in Korean.

 

                “F—friends?” Was all Dahyun managed to say.

 

                “What?” Mina asked, slightly taken aback.

 

                “You told them I was your friend,” Dahyun answered shakily.

 

                “You speak Japanese?”

 

                Dahyun nodded. She had been learning to surprise Mina. She knew the basics, but now hardly felt like the time to explain that.

 

                “Kuso,” Mina cursed, clenching her fist in frustration. How could she have not known this? How could she have been so careless?

 

                The door opened again and Chaeryeong poked her head in the locker room, “Mina, come on, we’re about to go on the field,” she called.

 

                Mina looked at Dahyun pleadingly again, “Please don’t tell anyone… I promise I’ll explain everything later,” she whispered before running after the younger girl.

 

                ~

 

                “Sana, what’s going on? You’re never this unfocused,” Nayeon asked, as the girls prepared to go on the field.

 

                “Nothing, I’m just tired,” Sana shrugged her off, “I don’t really feel like cheering right now,”

 

                “Because Tzuyu isn’t playing? Sana, neither is Jeongyeon, but you still see me cheering!”

 

                “No, because I’m tired. I got two hours of sleep this morning, and I’m also emotionally exhausted from chasing after someone who clearly wants nothing to do with me. So yeah, I don’t really feel very peppy today,” Sana snapped.

 

                “Sana I’m—”

 

                “—Let’s go!” Coach Bae shouted, “On the field, ladies!” she gestured for Nayeon to get in front and the girls to begin their strut onto the field where they would perform with the dance team.

 

                “I’ll be fine, I’ve got this,” Sana said reassuringly, face softening at the worried look Nayeon had given her.

 

                Momo shot Sana a supportive smile which she honestly tried her best to return. She quirked her lips up in a fake smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes for the crowd and the performance began.

 

                ~

 

                Everyone patted Sowon on the back as they entered the locker room. The girl was a rock star and had already made so many great saves today. The other team had been able to get in scoring position way more times than they should have due to some missed calls. They were up 2 – 1, but it wasn’t by luck. The girls on the field were really hustling and doing their best, especially with how the refs were calling the game. Coach Moon told them to keep their heads up and to keep playing fair despite the other team’s mischief. She looked at Jeongyeon before reminding them not to get too heated, because they’re ahead for now and that’s all that matters.

 

                Jihyo announced that Yuju and Soyeon would start the second half in place of Hyunjin and Ryujin. The freshman had done great despite the other team’s efforts, but now it was time for their defense-defenders to come in and clean things up. Then she shot Tzuyu and Jeongyeon an apologetic glance, but didn’t sub either of them in.

 

                The team walked back out just in time to see the finishing halftime number. Nayeon winked at Jeongyeon who smiled uneasily in return. Tzuyu tried to catch Sana’s eye, but the girl seemed too focused on the routine. Her brow was furrowed, and she was biting her lip in concentration. Tzuyu couldn’t help but sweat a little at how good she looked when she was putting everything into her performance.

 

                As they finished and began to strut off the field again, Tzuyu wanted to tell the girl she had done a good job, but Sana wouldn’t come near her. She had Jinsoul and Jiwoo flank her on either side as they quickly walked past the team.

 

                Nothing was going her way today.

 

                ~

 

                The second half started with a bang, the opposing team scored almost instantly, taking them by surprise. They had shoved over Doyeon, hard enough to displace her bandage. Tzuyu thought Coach Moon might send her in, but since there was no blood, Doyeon was allowed to keep playing. Soyeon got in a fight and nearly got kicked out of the game. Jihyo scolded her, even though she was secretly proud of her for sticking up for her teammates.

 

                After the first goal, Yuju refused to let anyone else near Sowon and they managed to hold off the opposing team for a while.

 

                The attackers’ teamwork was impeccable as well, but they were making silly mistakes now it seemed, and they just couldn’t get it in the net. Jeongyeon and Tzuyu were sitting on the edges of their seats practically begging to be put in. If they were in, they could definitely score!

 

                Jihyo passed to Jennie, Jennie passed to Yuna, who was being double teamed, but managed to send the ball in between Haseul and Somi. One of them would get it, right?

 

                There was the unmistakable crack of a stick making contact… then the whistle was blown, and everyone was on their feet.

 

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                It all happened so fast, one second they were within scoring range once again and the next Somi was clutching her face and stumbling towards the sidelines as the ball skittered harmlessly out of bounds. There was a collective gasp from the spectators as everyone jumped out of their seats to try and figure out what happened. Momo had had her back turned as she commanded the dance team through a routine, but when she turned around Somi’s nose was bleeding. Haseul was instantly by her side trying to help her walk, but Somi shoved her off, her expression annoyed as the blood poured unhindered out of her nose. The school’s athletic trainer was handing both Haseul and Somi towels to clean the blood. Haseul had some on her stick as well as her arm, and Somi’s own jersey was unsalvageable… the ref informed her she wouldn’t be able to return to play.

 

                Coach Moon pointed at Jeongyeon who ran on the field after Somi had been helped off. Somi spit curses as she passed by the cheerleaders on her way to the locker room. The girls squealed and tried to get out of her way to avoid blood dripping on them.

 

                Haseul had her head in her hands and looked like she wanted to cry. Tzuyu stood up and crossed the bench to talk to Coach Moon, pointing at the girl frantically. Coach Moon shrugged before pulling Haseul off the field too and allowing Tzuyu to replace her.

 

                A nosebleed? In the middle of a game? What were the odds? Momo was frozen in shock. She looked up at Chaeyoung in the stands, not being able to hold back her thoughts that this had somehow indirectly been her fault. The photographer was no longer taking photos of the game, but looking worriedly where Somi had disappeared to, and then suddenly she was sprinting down the stands.

 

                ~

 

                “On a scale of 1 to 10, 1 being none and 10 being the worst you’ve ever experienced, how would you rate your pain?” Chaeyoung heard the Athletic Trainer ask, and she immediately followed the voice, her worry growing by the second. At least if he was able to ask her questions that was a good sign, right?

 

                “I don’t know, like a six? I just took a stick to the ing face!” Somi replied indignantly.

 

                “Language!” The athletic trainer chastised, and Somi grumbled another response that Chaeyoung couldn’t make out.

 

                “Nik! Nik! Oh my God are you ok?” Chaeyoung shouted worriedly as she ran down the hall to the locker room.

 

                Somi was seated on the treatment table and the athletic trainer was shining a small flashlight back and forth between her eyes.

 

                “It’s just a nosebleed Kat,” Somi downplayed, but something was off and Chaeyoung noticed it instantly.

 

                “Oh my God, wait smile? Let me see your teeth? Please tell me you were wearing your mouth guard!” Chaeyoung said stepping closer to get a better view.

 

                Somi smiled sheepishly, but kept clamped shut.

 

                “Miss, I’m going to need you to back away,” the Athletic Trainer said to Chaeyoung.

 

                “But I need to—"

 

                “Chaeyoung! There you are! What are you doing?” Momo shouted nervously, entering the training room.

 

                “It’s the sugar mommy,” Somi whispered, nudging Chaeyoung teasingly in the ribs with her cleat.

 

                “Momo, not now,” Chaeyoung huffed before turning back to Somi worriedly.

 

                The Athletic Trainer sighed, before turning back to Somi, “Since your parents are in Canada and it’s the middle of the night there… is there a next of kin or a guardian responsible for you here that I can call?” The Athletic Trainer asked.

 

                “That would be—”

 

                “That would be me!” Chaeyoung answered.

 

                “Really? She’s just a kid…” The Athletic Trainer asked suspiciously.

 

                “Well—that’s her,” Somi sighed in defeat.

 

                “I’m not a kid!” Chaeyoung said annoyedly, taking out her wallet and pulling out her ID, “I’ve got proof, now tell me what’s wrong with her,”

 

                “Chaeyoung!” Momo hissed, “Don’t you think it could be—y’know?” she asked.

 

                “What? I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Chaeyoung exclaimed stressfully.

 

                Momo sniffed exaggeratedly a couple times and raised her eyebrows.

 

                “No, don’t be ridiculous. My kids don’t sniff, I taught them better than that,” Chaeyoung said rolling her eyes dismissively and turning back to the athletic trainer.

 

                He eyed Momo warily, and Chaeyoung turned to her desperately, “Please go back and dance, let me handle this,”

 

                Momo relented with one last hesitant look at a grimacing Somi.

 

                “She’s got a concussion… and lost a tooth… that’s why she was spitting out blood almost as fast as it was coming out of her nose,” He joked, gesturing to Somi who finally hesitantly revealed the gap in her teeth to Chaeyoung.

 

                “She should be fine to return to play after about a week, absolutely no contact at practice during that time, but overall just monitor her to make sure she’s not acting lethargic, confused, or just anything out of the ordinary. She’s lucky… when you take a stick to the face you don’t always bounce right back up wanting to fight whoever did it… in this case, her own teammate. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask,”

 

                “Wait, yeah I have one. What next?” Chaeyoung asked.

 

                “I’d take her to the dentist first and see if they can pop that er back in,” He handed Chaeyoung a glass of pink milk before patting Somi on the shoulder and returning to the game.

 

                “Thanks,” Chaeyoung said before putting the glass to her lips.

 

                “Don’t—” Somi shouted before Chaeyoung spit the milk back in the cup.

 

                “That’s not strawberry milk. Ok that was disgusting,” Chaeyoung said gagging over the nearest trash can.

 

                ~

 

                Taught them?? It had never occurred to Momo that Chaeyoung could also have a drug problem. That could explain why she’s always so tired right? Holy crap what am I getting myself into. She needed to do more research just to be sure.

 

[Google search: other ways to ingest white

                Did you mean: other ways to ingest ]

 

                The first article was very… insightful. It was a wikiHow on unconventional ways to get high. The second article also proved to be just as useless because it mentioned being able to rub coke on your gums as an alternative to snorting… yeah right.

 

                “My mouth hurts Chaaaaaeng,” Somi groaned as Chaeyoung and her walked out from the training room, “My gums feel all gummyyyyyyy,”

 

                “Quit touching them, you’ll just get an infection or something,” Chaeyoung said swatting Somi’s hand away from .

 

                “Ahhhhh, I’m bleeding again, thanks a lot,” Somi whined before spitting out more blood.

 

                “Yeah and you’re gonna keep bleeding until we can fix that ing hole in your mouth,” Chaeyoung grumbled, then she looked up and her face softened, “Momo, what are you still doing here? Don’t you need to be dancing?”

 

                Momo looked back and forth between Somi who was massaging her lips and groaning, and Chaeyoung, “I—uh—yeah I should go—I just wanted to make sure…” she trailed off.

 

                Chaeyoung smiled weakly at her. “I’m sorry I snapped at you before… Do you maybe wanna hang out after? I’m just going to take her to the dentist or something and then I’ll be free,”

 

                “I might just go home after the game,” Momo said, “I think most people are going to get food though,”

 

                “Well I’ll swing by your apartment then. I can bring you food, where do you live?”

 

                Momo told herself she shouldn’t see Chaeyoung. She was a drug dealer who got high off her own supply… she was bad news… but she also offered free food, “Okaeri,” Momo answered. She was weak.

 

                Chaeyoung shot her a smile, and Somi mirrored it. Momo gasped at Somi’s bloody gap, and she instantly shut .

 

                “We’re gonna go, see you later!” Chaeyoung said tugging Somi away with her.