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With a loud thud Mira’s back hit the floor of the dojang. Rumi, their ever strong and elegant leader standing above her, wooden sword pointed to her throat, sporting an almost smug yet somehow still professional smile.
“You should focus more on your stance.” She reaches out an arm towards Mira, not even sounding out of breath “You’re good at throwing that stick around but there is no point if you end up on the ground with a sword aimed at you.”
Mira just scoffed, taking her hand. “You’re like insanely strong you know that right? How can you look so frail and still be able to throw a gorilla over your back?”
Blinking Rumi just looked at her with genuine confusion “Gorilla?... Are you calling yourself that or?”
“What?! No!” Mira sputters out flustered while Zoey’s loud laughter rings out in the dojang. Clutching her stomach while slapping the mat like she’s trying to tap out of a fight.
“Omg you totally looked like an angry gorilla the way you charged at her!” Zoey kept wheezing.
“Whatever.” Mira tried to brush of her embarrassment even with a slight blush on her cheeks.
Grabbing her water bottle she slowly drank while watching Zoey roll around on the floor giggling while Rumi just looked softly at her. Almost proud of herself for making their dongsaeng laugh so hard. Gently scolding her while pocking her with the sword.
Mira always enjoyed these moments. The moments where they could just be dumb and loud. Where she didn’t have to worry about being too sharp, to jagged.
Even when she was mad and frustrated from talking to her parents Rumi would just gently drag her out to the dojang to help get her anger out while Zoey would loudly follow along. Declaring that ‘They are like the three musketeers. They should always be together!’ She still remember the horror on Zoey’s face when they told her they’d never seen it before, promptly followed by a movie and cuddle night.
They just fit. Even if she still felt angry and sharp Zoey balanced her out by being loud and bubbly, while Rumi was their glue. The gentle and goofy leader that pushed them when needed or quietly sat down on the floor with them with gentle words of kindness and encouragement when they were too tired to go forward.
Mira chuckles to herself. Thinking of how stuck up she thought Rumi was when they first meet each other. She thought she was the truest form of nepo baby. Doing everything to perfection. Perfect reincarnate even. Then slowly, one action after another she became more flawed, more human.
An awkward girl with the goofiest smile and cringiest dad jokes. A girl that only knew how to work, work, work and have clearly never had the joy of having fun just to have fun. But slowly with Zoey’s endearing prodding and Mira’s persistence she became soft, even playful at times. Mira would not have it any other way.
“What are you chuckling about over there miss gorilla?” Zoey asked her with a teasing tone. Now standing, practically draping herself over Rumi’s back, arms gently hugging around her neck.
Mira just groaned, putting down her water bottle.
“Don’t call me that” she said with a glare that didn’t really have any bite behind it. Earning her another playful giggle from Zoey and gentle smile from Rumi.
Yea, she really loved these moments.
“I don’t know about you two, but I could really go for a bath right about now.” She said while stretching her sore muscles.
“Omg! Yes! Bathhouse!” Zoey started to excitedly jump still hugging Rumi from behind jostling the poor girl.
She just accepted her fate awkwardly and tried to not topple over with Zoey’s excitement when suddenly her hand snapped up towards her t-shirt sleeve. With a jarring move she pulled down on her sleeve and harshly stepped out of Zoey’s grasp.
“Sorry. I forgot Celine wanted to go over some teachings with me.” Rumi lied through her teeth.
They all knew it was a lie. She never was good at lying. But they always let her. Always believed her. Believing that when the time comes, she will tell them the truth.
Mira abhorred lies but for Rumi she would always believe it all. There’s nothing she would not understand.