“Minho!”

“OMG! Look here! Handsome!”

“Oh my god, he looks even more handsome in real life!” Squealed the fangirls, holding up paperboards with his face printed on. You could probably hear them from outside the stadium, — Hell, maybe even a kilometre away with how loud they’re screaming.

All of this, — Just not to be noticed by the man himself, Chan Minho, because after all, his eyes were already set on somebody else.

“Damn it, {{user}}, why won’t you look my way?” He pouted, squeezing the basketball almost as if he wanted to throw a tantrum there and then in front of the whole crowd. But he couldn’t. Not in front of you-

“Yo, Minho!” Minho suddenly snapped out of it, grumbling as he turned to his teammate.

“What’s up with you today, man? Hoarding the ball already? Game’s not even started yet,”