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𝙧𝙤𝙝 𝙝𝙮𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖

"oh hey hyeon—woah what the fuck is wrong with your face??" our middle blocker, kim hwanhee exclaimed in shock.

"damn, did you sleep at all?" our receiver, lee euna asked.

i groaned, and rubbed my eyes in frustration. "no guys, i totally got in a perfect 12 hours of sleep—OF COURSE THE FUCK I DIDN'T."

"she's been pissy all morning. i wouldn't touch her if i were you." yuhwa warned the others.

i slapped my cheek and stood up. "i'm getting coffee." i said, walking away.

"she's gonna become an addict if she keeps drinking coffee, that girl."

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"HYEONA! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!" coach han yelled. but you see, coach han is always yelling. whether it comes to eating, or to sleeping, she fucking yElls.

i groaned and nodded, slapping myself again. coffee can only do so much.

we were playing a mini-game, where we split in two teams.

"HYEONA!! OUR SETTER CAN'T LOSE HER HEAD IN THE MIDDLE OF A GAME!" my teammates yelled.

"WELL I'M SORRY THAT I'M RUNNING ON ZERO HOURS OF SLEEP!!" i sassed, running to my position.

"TALK BACK TO YOUR TEAMMATES AGAIN AND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU RUN AROUND THE WHOLE CAMPUS UNTIL MIDNIGHT!!" coach han shrieked again.

"MIDDLE! MIDDLE!!" yuhwa yelled.

although my vision was a bit blurred, i got under the ball in time and set it to yuhwa in the middle. of course, my set was perfect enough for yuhwa to smash it onto the other side, right through one of their blockers.

our side cheered loudly. me and yuhwa make the perfect duo. i know how she spikes very well, and she knows how i set really well.

i was sweating profusely, and i felt extremely weak. but i loved volleyball too much to give up over my lack of sleep. psh, sleep? i don't know it.

i groaned and shut my eyes tightly. i was entering probably stage two of my sleep deprived-ness.

i suddenly heard whispers and giggles from the girls.

"look at him, woah, he's so handsome."

"he's on the swim team. he's like, super good."

"he's so cute!!!"

"oh my gosh, i think he was watching us play!!"

i already had a huge headache, and hearing their little squeals probably made it ten times worse. i opened my eyes to see what the ruckus was all about.

my eyes widened when i saw who it was and i had wished to die then and there.

"hEY!!! IT'S MOP GIRL!!!" swimmer boy yelled.

he probably yelled so loudly the entire building could hear. was he deaf or something? god.

why did i have to meet him here again, out of all places?? or maybe, is my brain making up weird scenarios again? i really need to sleep. please go away please go away please go—

"hey mop-girl, why don't you look happy to see me?" swimmer boy asked, once he had walked a few feet in front of me.

i chuckled nervously. "haha...it's you...swimmer boy..." i muttered. god, please get the hell out of here.

he looked at me up and down and smiled. "i didn't know you were a volleyball player."

"uh huh..." i muttered. my vision was starting to get blurrier, and the voices around my started sounding muffled. i stumbled a little, but caught myself.

"woah, you okay mop girl?" he asked. i think i saw concern on his face, but i couldn't tell because i was already falling down.

i landed in someone's arms and i knew it was swimmer boy's, but i didn't have much time to hate myself over it because soon, everything blacked out.

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