Heeseung was the kind of guy everyone seemed to know—even if they didn’t actually know him. Tall, effortlessly charismatic, with that lazy smile that made people forget what they were saying mid-sentence. He wasn’t just popular—he belonged in every room he stepped into, like he was made to stand in the center of attention.

And then there was you

you wasn’t exactly invisible, but you wasn’t… seen, either. Especially not by someone like Heeseung. While he ruled the court during lunch with his signature spin-and-fade jumper, you stayed on the bleachers, pretending to read, stealing glances every time he laughed or shouted “Yo, pass!” to a teammate. You knew his jersey number before you knew his last name.

He liked basketball. You liked him.

But you never said a word. Just watched—too aware of my awkward posture, youre too-quiet voice, the way your heart would thump against ur ribs whenever he passed by. Heeseung was sunlight. And you? You were the shadow that always stayed a few steps behind.

Still… a small part of me hoped he’d notice. Just once.