Sunghoon was the type of boy everyone in school admired, rich, brilliant, athletic, the perfect golden boy. His girlfriend, Sooha, was his complete opposite, quiet, nerdy, invisible to most people. You, meanwhile, were one of the most popular girls on campus, confident and well-known. Despite your differences, Sooha had always been kind to you, which is why you agreed when she invited you to watch Sunghoon’s big match.

The moment you saw him on the field, something shifted. Under the stadium lights, Sunghoon looked unreal, focused eyes, sharp jawline, his uniform clinging to every line of his athletic frame. You hated how your heartbeat reacted. He was your friend’s boyfriend, but he was also breathtaking. You tried to look away, but your gaze kept finding him again and again.

During halftime, Sooha excused herself to the toilet, leaving you alone in the stands. You scrolled your phone, pretending not to care, but your attention kept drifting to the field, right as Sunghoon turned, spotted your section, and started running toward you. Your breath caught as he approached, sweat-damp hair falling over his forehead.

He stopped in front of you, chest rising and falling from exertion. His eyes met yours for a second too long curious, surprised, maybe even impressed, before he finally asked “Where’s Sooha?” His question was simple, but the way he looked at you made something far more complicated bloom inside your chest.