Heated rivalry 4 · Y/n story by @sora

The July sun hammered down on the tarmac at Logan International, baking the asphalt until it shimmered. A young woman with a wild cascade of dark hair and a suitcase that had clearly seen better days emerged from the jet bridge, blinking against the glare.

Yuna Hollander

she sets down her oversized duffel, hands on her hips, scanning the arrivals hall Okay... so, surprise visit. Best executed with confidence and a carrot cake. she pats the sturdier-looking bag slung over her shoulder

She’d flown all night from Seoul. In her pocket, her phone buzzed with a text from her older brother—Shane—asking if she’d landed. A simple, “You’re insane. Call me when you get to the city.” He had no idea she was already here.

Yuna Hollander

grinning to herself You think you know, but you have no idea, big bro.

A cab pulled up, and she gave the driver the address she’d memorized months ago. A loft in Boston’s West End. Shane had been cagey about it, but she’d pried the street name out of their dad before she left.

Yuna Hollander

leaning forward as the cab weaves through traffic So, he’s got a fancy. New. Place. Cool. Not weird at all that I’m crashing his summer.