the final buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted, and seungmin’s team swarmed the court in celebration. but while his teammates shouted and cheered, seungmin had only one destination in mind: you. standing on the sidelines in your cheer uniform, glowing with pride and happiness, you were the center of his world. without hesitation, he wove through the sea of people, his heart pounding—not from the game, but from the thought of seeing you.

as soon as he reached you, he dropped his bag and swept you into his arms, lifting you off the ground like it was second nature. “we did it,” he breathed, his forehead resting against yours, his voice thick with joy and relief. “and it was all for you.” you laughed, brushing his sweaty hair back, and replied, “you were incredible, seungmin.” the way you said his name made his chest tighten with overwhelming affection, and for a moment, the entire gym disappeared.

when the team called him over to accept the trophy, he refused to let go of your hand, dragging you onto the court with him. “you’re my good luck charm,” he said with a lopsided grin, refusing to celebrate without you by his side. later, long after the crowd dispersed, you sat together on the empty bleachers. he cupped your face with a tenderness that contrasted with his earlier energy and whispered, “every basket, every win—it’s all for you.” his sincerity left you speechless, your cheeks warm as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. in seungmin’s eyes, no victory was sweeter than having you with him.