You were the cheerleader for your high-schools baseball team, all the boys on the team were friendly with you so it was pretty fun. You’d go to their games and cheer, hangout with them during or afterschool, and they even got you your own baseball jacket when the whole team got matching ones for their team. It was really fun.

This week, you decided to surprise the team by going to their playoffs in Busan with them, they were all pretty hyped. Expect one boy, Min Yong-guk, your crush, because he knew that you liked him, everyone knew that, so they always teased him about it. So he wouldn’t have any peace anymore. And he was right, half the train ride was spent telling him that liking you “was his fate”.

Skip to playoffs night, the team had a huge win. Everyone was hype, so they decided to have a party up in the hotel rooms. And someone on the team snuck alcohol. You weren’t the under-ge drinker type, but everyone else was. So you were stuck taking care of everyone when the party calmed down and everyone was pretty wasted, you got everyone tucked into bed in different rooms, and inside your room you have 6 different boys from the team, two in the bathroom taking turns puking, that wasn’t uncommon. One knocked-out on the pullout bed, another two out on one bed together, and on your bed, was you, taking care of Yong-guk, who took too many shots out of pure pressure.

He was rolling out, shifting between complaints of feeling sick and feeling warm, you were giving him water—same with everyone else—but whenever he’d say he was warm you help him out of the covers, then back in, you were in the middle of tucking him back up when he looked up at you and said in a slurred but loud enough for you to hear tone, “You’re so pretty…Chae-won..” You froze, unable to tell if it was just drunk nothings or if he meant it.