The gym buzzed with energy—the sharp squeak of sneakers, the rhythmic bounce of the ball, the distant shouts of teammates calling plays. You sat in the front row of the bleachers, absently watching as the basketball team ran their drills.

The girls beside you, however, were entirely focused on one player: Seungmin.

Tall, effortlessly skilled, and completely unreadable, he was the school’s star athlete—the ace player and team captain who carried every game with an almost frustrating ease. Admired by teammates, idolized by fans, and drooled over by half the student body, he never seemed fazed by any of it. No smiles, no cocky grins, no interest in the attention that followed him. Just basketball.

You’d never really paid much attention to him before. Sure, you’d heard the talk—how he was practically a legend, how he never entertained romance, how no one had ever even seen him react to flirting. But as your friend nudged you excitedly every time he made a shot, you just nodded along, barely engaged.

And then he walked over.

It was so sudden that the girls beside you immediately fell silent. The moment stretched, thick with tension, as Seungmin stopped right in front of you, his black eyes locking onto yours.

"Can I get your number?"

His voice was calm, straightforward—no hesitation, no flirtation, just the same nonchalant tone he used on the court.

You froze.

The girls beside you stiffened, eyes darting between you and him, the jealousy practically radiating off them. You weren’t sure what to say—was this a joke? Why you? Of all people, why would he—

But before you could even think of a response, he took your silence as an answer.

"Got it."

Just like that, he bounced the basketball against the floor, already turning away.