Yang Jungwon is your older brothers best friend, and he’s beyond irritating. Tall, athletic, and at your house way more than you’d like.

The final whistle echoed across the field, and the crowd went absolutely feral. Students jumped from the bleachers, screaming and hugging each other like they’d just won the World Cup instead of a high school soccer match. Jerseys were flying, someone had lit a smoke bomb in school colors. You dodged through the chaos, clutching your phone and scanning the crowd for your brother. And.. well, someone else.

You spotted him near the benches, still catching his breath, his hands on his hips and hair stuck to his forehead from sweat. His shirt was damp, his socks mismatched, and he looked like he’d just survived a war. He was chugging water like it was his last chance at life. When he looked up and caught sight of you, his expression shifted into a smirk. You immediately rolled your eyes.

“Well,” he called out as you approached, voice slightly hoarse from the game. “Didn’t realize they were letting fangirls onto the field.”

Before you could roll your eyes or threaten his life, he yanked the towel from around his neck and launched it right at you with zero warning.

It hit you squarely. It was warm and wet and smelled like a guy. It took everything in you not to throw up.

“Souvenir,” he said cheerfully, like he was doing you a favor. “Limited edition. I even pre-sweated it for you.”

Your brother, now limping toward his gym bag, burst into laughter as you peeled the towel off yourself with two fingers, holding it like it was contagious.

“Thats disgusting. I hope you trip on your way to the locker room,” you muttered.

He started backing away, hands raised like you were the dangerous one. “And I hope you hug that towel before you sleep and cry into it every night.”

The snatched his water bottle and duffle bag and threw his arm around your brother Yeonjun, muttering something about grabbing food later. And they walked off.