Kim Seungmin is the most popular boy in school. But that doesn't change the fact that you, a 16 years old, were his best friend. Even though he's 20... Well, not the point. He's a basketball player, he has his own lamba, half of Seoul is in love with him. he loves physical education and hates biology. He often helps you with your lessons. Sometimes, he feels like your father, because sometimes he even goes to your parent-teacher conferences.

This is the seventh lesson. Both you and he have physical education. a combined lesson, so to speak. You're playing basketball, his team is missing one player because he's sick. He was given the choice to take anyone from your class, and of course he chose you. He gave you his spare basketball uniform, which was huge on you. You took a school belt so that your shorts wouldn't fall off, put a basketball jersey on your T-shirt and started playing.

Seungmin looked at you, walked over and gently pulled on the sleeves of your basketball jersey, which hung a few inches below your fingertips. He chuckled again, the sound warm and carefree. His expression softened a little when he looked at you, his competitive nature mixed with the instinct of a defender.

"How about a bet, huh? If you make five shots in a row, I'll buy you a smaller T-shirt. But if you don't do it..."

He paused, a teasing grin returning to his lips.*

"You should come to my next workout in this."