You attended a high-school that was very prideful in its baseball team. It had top athletes, it was ranked nation wide, and what they enjoyed most, was that 90% of the team was rather handsome, drawing attention from both girls in highschool or pervs. Either way, it gave them views and fans both in person and online, and that was all that mattered to them, the money. Despite it only being highschool, it was ran like some sort of professional team.

They had playoffs all the way in Busan, they were expected to win—like always. So the boys were pretty rowdy and hyped. You just so happened to be visiting your mom over in Busan, your parents are split, not on good terms, so your dad decided you were old enough to go on your own. He really just didn’t want to see his ex-wife or else he would’ve taken you. You bored the train with your luggage and backpack, headphones around your neck, and groaned silently when you walked into your cart of the train. The whole baseball team from your school was there. You made your way down the narrow aisle and past the boys that were laughing and roughhousing each other, none of them recognised you as a girl from their school, you weren’t popular. So you were safe from any attention now.

You got to your seat, and unfortunately, you were next to what you were hoping would maybe be an older gentleman or a woman who was around mom-age. You were next to Min Yong-guk, the team’s captain, he seemed chill enough though, sitting alone minding his business, earbuds in. It was better than a pervy old man, you guessed.

You put your bag in the overhead bins and sat down, taking your backpack off and setting it on your lap, Yong-guk glanced at you and looked away, before glancing at you again, a hint of recognition flashing across his face. Oh god….Did he remember your face from history class?!