“Lee Ah is passing the ball, and we’re not sure where she’s aiming towards. We’re hoping that this lady will pass it over to Min Rin. She’s available. She’s open! Seoul High supporters are definitely nervous right now. Min Rin crosses the ball to the center. She had it over to Park In-Na. We don’t know what’s going on. Park In-Na grabs the ball to the right side - counter-attack. Defense open, tackle her way out and - she scores! GOAL! GOALLLL! Seoul High wins Dalshabet High. 4:2! They hold the winning trophy for the Underground Match!”

“Goal!” I screamed hoarsely, fist-pumping in the air. Clamor brimmed inside of me.

Tears of joy trickled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe it. We did it. We finally did it.

“We ing did it. In your faces. Burn!” I threw in mocking faces towards the ballerina and her posse. The ballerina kicked my legs in retort. Fury and rage blemished her flawless face. She tackled my right leg, leaving unsightly marks.

Wait what?

Bam.
 

"Niel! Niel! Get up man.”

A voice travelled to my ears, sounding distraught and unnecessarily attentive.

In my head, I was thinking about that wonderful thing that had just happened. A warm, fluttery feeling encased me. Nothing should come in between that beautiful dream and me. Well, besides the part where she-devil has decided to make a cameo during our standing ovation.

“In-Na-ssi, you’re bleeding, Holy crap, you’re bleeding!”




Reality struck me. Panic, I realized that I was on the dormitory’s flooring, sprawled like a turtle. A deformed turtle. I couldn’t find the right words to describe my unappealing appearance. My face collided to the ground, back-faced towards that voice that has disrupted my beauty sleep. My moment of glory. Traces of shock were evident on my face, taking notice that it was him who has woken me up.

Saving me, for that matter.

“You’re bleeding!” Myungsoo jabbed the nape of my neck, trying to get me to turn over. I squirmed, having him looking directly with a trace of a grin.

“You fell off from the top bunk, In-Na-ssi.” At the mention of my real identity, I swallowed the nervous knot, sitting up from that ‘unglamorous’ falling position.

“Where’s the blood?” I hissed, tapping my forehead impatiently to see if there were blood trickling out from it. I held my breath, checking my palm. Nothing. Na-da. “Hey, where is it? You said that I was bleeding, you-”

That was when, I realized that he was just playing around. His head were drawn to the back, beguiled with a smirk. Myungsoo broke into hearty laughter, seeing how horrified I looked like. Both sides of my cheeks warmed, biting my inner lips in pure embarrassment. He raised a brow, face turned scarlet red from all that laughing.

“Goal!” Myungsoo flailed his arms, squatting on the ground, leveling his sharp eyes to meet mine. “Very passionate, even in your sleep - In-Na-ssi.”

I pressed my palm to my face, his words running in my head. He wasn’t letting this go, that easily. Myungsoo knew and deep inside my heart, I was thankful that he hasn’t gone around telling the others. He’d better. I presumed, he would think that he was the only one who was aware of this fact. Perhaps, it was better this way. I was starting to feel conflicted. Conflicted in between, being an all-saint or sticking to my comfortable, defiant shell.

"Annoying. Really annoying, Myungsoo-ssi."

 

“So since you know, can I curse you?” I flared up, brushing my hands off the ground. An agitated tone spilled out, ignorance welding the mind.

“Curse me?” his eyes filled with a look of incredulousness, grin shifted in between his lips. “Uh-uh. You’re supposed to be Park Niel, aren’t you?” he said, waving his sole finger, being a tease. Annoyance welled up at the back of my head. I stood up, flicking my wig-hair in order.

“Since we have this all clear, don’t come close.” I weaved a threat, grabbing the long-sleeved cardigan off the hook. My bruises were pressed to my arms, and I wasn’t ready to have it exposed to the world. “Got that? Striker boy?”

“I don’t get it,” his eyes