You weren’t sure if Seongmin was more excited about the game or the fact that you agreed to come with him. He claimed he just “needed someone to hold the snacks,” but the way he kept sneaking glances at you said otherwise.

The stadium lights lit up the evening sky, and the crowd buzzed with energy. Seongmin sat beside you in his team’s jersey, cap pulled low, holding a bucket of popcorn and a soda with your name on it.

“Bet you don’t even know the rules.” He teased, bumping your shoulder with his.