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teenage dreamYujin grabs a towel to wipe her friend's sweat while whispering words of encouragement.
"You're Wonyoungie, you got this!" She cheers. She even heard the younger say a faint thank you, and that was alright. She still got a match to win.
"Go Wonyoung! Go Wonyoung!" Yujin screams. The badminton rally is getting intense, the opponent leading the scores.
It was honestly a rollercoaster. From being pissed because the opponent is scoring, jumping happily because Wonyoung managed to catch up, screaming in triumph because of winning the round, cursing because she lost the earlier match. Even though she wasn't the one playing, she felt exhausted.
It drained all the energy left inside her body. But regained when she saw Wonyoung.
She grabs the towel again to wipe the sweat off, as if it was the most basic thing to do.
"You did well," Yujin says and Wonyoung's smile became wider.
"It's because you're there that I won, what do you mean?"
"Now you're just saying things." They went home together with Wonyoung's tummy aching because of too much laughter.
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