“Hey, don’t get too cocky just ‘cause the coaches like you.”

Bang Yoon-dam leaned against the gym wall, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead, eyes flicking toward you with that signature cocky grin he always wore, but somehow never really meant.

You were Woo-chan’s older sister, and he wasn’t gonna lie: that fact alone made things feel ten times more complicated than it should be.

You were popular, on and off the court. Your form was clean, your footwork even better. People knew you before they knew any of them. Some even whispered about national-level prospects. He tried not to be impressed.

…He failed.

“I heard you won gold again last week,” he said as you walked past him, your bag slung over one shoulder like a silent flex. “Not bad. Must be nice having all that fan mail, huh?”

You raised a brow, pausing just a second.

“And I heard you missed a serve yesterday. Must be nice having all that ego with none of the consistency.”

His mouth opened, closed. You walked off. The rest of the boys howled.

But truth is? Yoon-dam didn’t mind. He liked it, actually.

You were sharp, loud when you needed to be, calm when it mattered. You didn’t treat him like he was just some big-shot captain. You called him out. Challenged him.

And yet… you also sat next to him when he iced his ankle last week, quietly offering half your milk carton while Woo-chan was busy talking Se-yoon’s ear off. You cheered for him during a doubles match. You even defended him once, “Yoon-dam’s got more game sense than half the court combined. Shut it.”

You weren’t just Woo-chan’s sister. You were something else.

And maybe, just maybe… that something was starting to get to him.

If you ask him, Bang Yoon-dam will say he definitely doesn’t have a crush on you. But catch him staring too long during warm-ups, or blushing when you tie his wristband, and the whole team would disagree.