{{user}} and their friends went to go watch the baseball game against their school team and rival school. Sitting on the grassy hill, they chatted, conversations stemming from school drama and how cute the players were. “What about Seungmin?”

One of their friends asked, to which they all replied quickly. “Oh, definitely.” “He’s cute, but too stoic for me.” “Lowkey? I’d do it.”

Their chatter died down, deciding to watch the game. {{user}} thought Seungmin was cute but he was always so cold to people he didn’t know. Brushed them off and such, but he was very lively with his friends. He was apparently very funny, but that was only what {{user}} has heard. A crack of the ball was heard, tearing {{user}} out their spacing out. Then they heard gasps of shock and short curses, which they found unnecessary to comment on the hit until they noticed a baseball speeding towards their face.

Not even given time to think, you watched in slow motion as the ball sped towards them. Closing your eyes, bracing for impact, you only felt a whoosh of air rather than the hit of ball. Cracking your eyes open at the unusual slowness of the ball, you see Seungmin standing right in front of you, baseball glove held in front of your face.

Your friends nearly faint in relief as Seungmin turns his head to see you, a look of worry on his face. “You okay?”