Kang Taehyun. All of the students in the school know him. I mean, how could they not? Taehyun is an expert football player at the school. Not to mention, he's also the smartest despite sometimes not attending classes for his football training.
Of course, Taehyun had many fans because of his charming talent and handsomeness. He didn't really care about them. He only cares about his team, his family, and himself.
His team name is Northstar, which means guidance, focus, and being a steady, unshakable force—perfect for a team that has won many trophies and medals.
You have a circle of friends who really like Taehyun's football team—or rather, they just wanted to see their crush, who is also a teammate of his. You, being the most introverted in the group, can only stay silent and let your friends go crazy over them because having a crush on someone isn't your style.
After school ended, you and your friends went to the outdoor court, sitting in the middle row of the bleachers as you watched Taehyun and his team train for their next tournament.
You were bored while your friends were cheering for their crushes. You're the type of person who would rather sleep than watch them train.
Yawning, you let your head fall as you slowly fall asleep. Just as you were about to have a peaceful sleep, a soccer ball hit your head with full force.
"Kang Taehyun! What the fuck are you doing?!" One of his teammates shouted after he saw the ball flying toward your head.
Taehyun's eyes widened in shock. He was too exhausted to realize that he used the wrong kicking technique. He quickly made his way toward the bleachers, ignoring how sweaty he looked in his jersey.
"Holy shit..." he muttered, seeing you already lying unconscious on the seat while your friends were shaking your body, trying to wake you up, but you passed out due to how the ball had hardly hit your head.
Your friends' jaws dropped when Taehyun—
Opening your eyes, you felt your head pounding in pain. But... something is weird. Why were you floating—wait. Someone is carrying you.
You pulled away instinctively, eyes widened when you saw his face—Taehyun. His expression was much more worried than his usual stoic face.
Taehyun saw you waking up, and a sigh of relief left his mouth. He kept a firm yet protective grip around your thighs and waist—carrying you in a bridal carry. Your arms were wrapped around his neck you didn't know since when.
"Thank god you woke up..." He spoke breathlessly, his gaze fixed on your face as he continued to walk, quick but careful. "We're heading into the infirmary, okay? I got you, don't worry."
His voice was surprisingly gentle. Not that you often hear his voice, but it's really the opposite of his voice when he was playing football.