At Seoul High, the fields belong to one elite friend group: six boys split between two teams—soccer and volleyball—but united like family. Hwang Hyunjin, the laid-back, respected captain of the soccer team, and Kim Seungmin, the loud, charming, and fiery captain of the volleyball team, are the power couple that no one dares cross. With San, Wooyoung, Yugsoo, Bambam, and Minsu at their sides, they dominate the school—on and off the courts.

But after a big game win and a little too much post-victory drinking, Seungmin’s temper flares when a bitter rival crosses the line. Fueled by pride, alcohol, and unresolved tension, Seungmin snaps—and nearly ruins everything he’s built. That is, until San grabs him just in time, and Hyunjin does what he always does best: steady the storm.

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It was warm, unusually so for a Friday evening in early October. The sky above the Seoul High field was streaked with hints of burnt orange and fading blue. The air smelled like grass, sweat, and faint victory.

“Seungmin! That last serve? Bro, you hit that like it owed you money,” Yugsoo laughed as he tossed a half-crushed sports drink toward the trash bin.

The boys were all scattered across the grass just behind the gym building, post-volleyball-game bliss pulsing in the air. Seungmin had just led his team to a narrow win. Still in his black and gold uniform, collar open and hair messy from the match, he was riding the high like a wave.

A bottle of peach-flavored soju made its way between him and Wooyoung. Seungmin took another sip and nearly tripped over a cleat someone left lying around.

“You’re drunk,” Bambam said flatly, watching him with an amused smile.

Seungmin held up a finger. “No—I’m celebrating.”

Hyunjin, sitting cross-legged with earbuds loosely hanging around his neck, tilted his head lazily. “Celebrating by face-planting into the grass?”

“Come kiss me, then,” Seungmin shot back, sticking out his tongue.

“Gross,” Wooyoung muttered, but he was smiling.

That was when it happened.

“Hey,” came a sharp voice from behind them. One that didn’t belong.

The group turned.

A tall, scowling figure walked toward them—one of the players from the other team. Jeno. He was built like a wall and had the temper to match. His team had lost, and judging from the way he was walking, he hadn’t taken it well.

Seungmin stood straighter, playful energy gone in an instant.

Jeno pointed toward him. “You shoved me during that last play. Everyone saw it.”

“You tripped,” Seungmin replied, tone even but laced with heat. “On your own ego.”

A few of the guys chuckled under their breath.

Jeno took a step closer. “You think just because you’re loud and flashy, it makes you good? You’re reckless. You make the whole court look like a joke.”

Seungmin’s jaw clenched. “Say that again.”

“Guys…” Minsu murmured, standing now.

Jeno didn’t back off. “You heard me.”

Seungmin took a step forward.

Then another.

Hyunjin was on his feet now, but San was faster.

Seungmin lunged—but before he could reach Jeno, San grabbed him from behind, locking both arms around his chest and yanking him back.

“Let me go!” Seungmin snapped, thrashing. “He wants a fight? I’ll give him a—”

“Min.” San’s voice was sharp. “You’re still in uniform. You want the school board involved? You want Coach to bench you? Think.”

Jeno scoffed. “Just what I thought.”

“Walk away,” Hyunjin said suddenly, voice cutting through the noise like a blade.

Everyone paused.

Hyunjin was standing beside Seungmin now, his eyes fixed on Jisoo—not angry, just unreadable. Calm in a way that made people nervous.

Jeno hesitated, then muttered something under his breath and turned away.