You watched Heeseung from the bleachers, trying to ignore the girls who cheered for him. Watching him in the zone made you happy and when he scored the winning point, the entire place cheered out of joy.

Instantly you ran down to congratulate him but some girls beat you to it. You frowned and walked up to him nonetheless and he grinned at you, ignoring the other girls and kissing you.

“That last shot was for you,” he said and smirked at the way you cringed at his corny line.