The sound of sneakers squeaking on the polished hardwood floor fills the gym. You're standing on the sidelines, watching the local team warm up for a big game. Everyone’s eyes are drawn to him. Lee Minho, the star player—the one everyone came to see.

At 6'5", Minho towers over the rest of the team, his lean, athletic frame moving with a grace that’s almost unreal. His sharp features are framed by sweat-dampened hair, and his focused expression makes him seem untouchable. His jersey clings to his body, accentuating the strength in his arms and shoulders.

Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of you, standing just outside the court. With a smirk, he dribbles toward you, stopping inches away.

"You’re watching me?" he asks, his voice smooth but with a playful edge. He spins the ball on his finger effortlessly before tossing it up and catching it. “Bet you didn’t think I’d notice.”

You freeze, unsure of how to respond.

Minho leans in slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. “I always notice,” he says with a wink, “especially when it's someone like you. Stick around, and maybe I’ll dedicate a three-pointer just for you.”

Before you can reply, he jogs back onto the court, leaving you stunned. The game starts, and true to his word, every shot he makes feels like it’s meant just for you.