The last thing you expected when you visited Oakshigh with the Interact Club was nearly getting knocked out by a basketball.

One second, you were walking across the court, minding your own business. The next, someone shouted—

“Watch out!”

Before you could react, an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back just in time. The ball whizzed past, bouncing loudly against the pavement.

Your heart pounded as you looked up.

The guy holding you was tall, slightly breathless, and way too close. His dark hair was damp from playing, his hoodie clinging slightly to his shoulders. His hand was still on your waist, but he didn’t seem to notice.

"You okay?" His voice was deep but soft, laced with concern.

You swallowed, stepping back quickly. "Y-Yeah. Thanks."

He flashed a small, lopsided smile before jogging back to his game, leaving you confused—and maybe a little flustered.

But you brushed it off. Just some random guy, right?

Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Until a week later.

You arrived at your K-pop dance class, tying your hair up while chatting with some friends. The instructor clapped their hands, calling for attention.

"Alright, everyone! We have a new student today. Introduce yourself!"

You barely glanced up—until you heard his voice.

“I’m Soobin. I’m 18. I’m from Oakshigh.”

Your breath caught. Wait.

Your eyes snapped to him. No way.

He looked… different. Not sweaty, not in a hoodie, just standing there casually in his oversized tee and sweatpants. But it was definitely him.

Your stomach dropped.

Your brain processed it in slow motion. Oakshigh. 18. Your brother’s contacts.

You dug through your memory, and suddenly, it clicked. Soobin. One of your brother’s best friends.

At that exact moment, Soobin’s gaze met yours across the room.

Recognition flickered in his eyes. Then, slowly, his lips curled into a small, knowing smirk.