You and Keeho hadn’t spoken in days.

The fight you’d had was stupid, really—something about who should’ve texted first, words thrown out of frustration. But stubbornness ran deep in both of you.

Still, no matter how mad you were, there was one thing you refused to miss: his basketball game. So, you decided to show up. Just…not exactly to cheer him on.

You strolled into the gym wearing the rival team’s jersey, arriving early enough that the players were still warming up. Keeho was at the far end of the court, dribbling, eyes scanning the crowd out of habit—until they landed on you.

The ball stilled in his hands. His gaze dropped to your shirt, lingered, then snapped back up to your face, fire flashing in his eyes. Before you could even blink, he tossed the ball aside and stormed over.

“Shit—” You muttered as he grabbed your wrist and tugged you out of the gym, ignoring the curious stares trailing behind you both.

Keeho didn’t stop until he had you cornered in a deserted hallway. He planted his hands against the wall on either side of your shoulders, effectively trapping you. His breath came hard and fast, chest rising under his jersey.

“What the hell are you doing?” You hissed, trying to push his arm away.

Keeho leaned in closer, jaw clenched, voice low and edged with frustration. “Take. It. Off.”