You were sitting alone at the edge of the basketball court, legs tucked up on the bench as you quietly watched the team’s practice. The rhythmic thud of sneakers on the polished floor and the sharp bounce of basketballs echoed around the gym. It wasn’t like you were particularly interested in the game—you just liked the quiet hum of activity, the way the noise filled your thoughts without asking too much of you.

But then a rogue ball broke your peace, rolling straight to your feet.

You blinked down at it, startled, just as the sound of approaching footsteps made you glance up.

Jogging toward you was none other than Lee Heeseung—the school’s golden boy. Captain of the basketball team, top of the social pyramid, the kind of guy whose name seemed to linger in every hallway conversation.

He skidded to a stop in front of you, brushing a hand through his slightly damp hair. “My bad,” he said, a breathless chuckle in his voice as he bent down to grab the ball. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your deep thoughts.”