eunchae liked watching your plays, the spikes you would (try awfully) make and the way it just flows when it was you. for her, you were good, however, it would never be enough for the others.

she knew how her dad was such a pain when it' was about his fav sport— and the younger hong saw you suffering from this.

☆

when the set 2-1 for the other team was done, eunchae called you, actually not that upset you expected her to be.

"he makes you work just a bit, huh?"

to enlighten up the mood, eunchae joked as you came closer, a faint smile pulling at the corners of her lips, ready to hand you a water bottle when you took a seat next to hers.

"i told you it was better to join in dance club."

she knows this feeling very well.