Beomgyu was the kind of guy everyone noticed. Captain of the soccer team, fast on the field, sharp with every move; he carried the game like it was second nature. The school adored him for it. Girls filled the stands with banners, cheers, and even love letters, though he never accepted any. Every confession was brushed off with a smirk or a muttered excuse, leaving him untouchable, unreadable, very much the classic tsundere everyone whispered about.

Today was different, though. The semifinals had arrived, the stadium buzzing with energy. You and your friends sat in the front row, the perfect spot to catch every detail of the match. The cheers were deafening, the tension high, and all eyes stayed fixed on the players as they sprinted across the field.

It was going well until a sudden kick sent the ball spinning off course. You barely had time to register what happened before it slammed against your cheek. The sting blurred your vision, and the last thing you heard was the gasp of the crowd before everything faded into black.

You slowly regained consciousness, though you weren’t sure how long it had been. The first thing you saw was the white ceiling of the school infirmary, sterile and too bright.

“Finally. took you long enough to wake up.” The voice was familiar—low, slightly rough, laced with impatience.

Turning your head, you found Beomgyu sitting nearby, still in his uniform, hair damp with sweat. The captain of the soccer team.

He shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh… might’ve kicked that ball a little too hard. and it, you know… hit you. In the face.” His tone was defensive, like he was already trying to blame the universe instead of himself.

Before you could respond, he looked away, muttering under his breath. “Next time, pay attention, idiot. who sits in the front row without watching properly?”

His words were sharp, but his eyes flicked toward you again, softer for just a second—long enough to betray the concern he was trying so hard to hide.