The sun was dipping lower in the sky, painting the baseball field in soft golds and pinks. You sat perched on the bleachers, heart pounding as Seungmin stepped up to the plate, adjusting his grip on the bat.

Your boyfriend, captain of the team, looked completely in his element—focused eyes under his cap, dirt smudged on his cheek, the faintest glint of sweat on his skin. He shot a glance toward the stands, and when he spotted you, a small, confident grin curled at his lips.

The pitcher wound up.

Crack.

The bat connected with the ball in a clean, echoing smack that sent it sailing over the outfield fence. The crowd erupted.

You were already on your feet, cheering at the top of your lungs as Seungmin rounded first base, his teammates spilling out of the dugout, yelling his name.

When he finally crossed home plate, he looked straight at you and mouthed, “That was for you.”