.𝖾𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾
/ɪnˈvɪzɪdʒ,ɛnˈvɪzɪdʒ/
𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻: contemplate or conceive of, as a possibility or a desirable future event.
Wherein I try to envisage what clearly is impossible.
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*Cha Eunwoo *High-School AU *Basketball Player Eunwoo x OC
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CHA EUN WOO!!
CHA EUN WOO!!
CHA EUN WOO!!
The whole stadium cheered his name, the roof almost blowing off! Sneakers screeched. Thumps of the basketball hitting the floor echoed through the whole room with occasional yells and calls from the players.
You sat on the bleachers, holding onto your breath as your eyes followed every movement of his. One final buzz, you jumped up. Your hands fisted as the star player celebrated with his teammates. It took him quite a while to notice your presence. But, the moment he did, he started walking towards you.
"It's your game next, isn't it?" He asked, looking at you. "Yeah! Good game, Cha!" You said, patting his shoulder and starting towards your locker room. The crowd which was on the bleachers grew in number. The clock ticked away to the final match of the season. And Eun Woo was on the bleacher, surrounded by his friends.
Like you had been when his game was going on. You changed out of your black sweatshirt and pants into your basketball jersey and shorts. A voice from the other side of the changing room made you stop in your tracks.
"Hey, guys! Eunwoo sunbae is on the bleachers. I heard he's here to watch someone specific. Who could it have been?" "Yah! Don't you know? It's the captain of the other team. He's here for her." Said another voice.
"I really don't understand what's so special about her. Cha Eunwoo is the iceberg of this school, she's the only one he talks to. Tch!" The side of your lips curled up in a smirk that did not go unnoticed b your teammates.
"Aish! She's so done for." Your co-captain and small-forward said, smirking. "She's the point guard for the opposition team, Captain." Your team's point guard said, flipping her hair.
"Aish guys! Stop focusing on her and concentrate on the game. It's the finals and, I am not wishing to miss by an inch." Your voice grew stern. Your teammates were used to it. The way you never held back at yelling, criticizing, and praising them was what made you good at what you did. You were the type of person who liked to focus on one thing at a time. When you were playing, nothing in this world existed for you. The only thing you saw was the basketball and the hoop at the other end of the polished court.
And so you did.
You weren't any taller than 5'6. Still, you had skills and tactics enough to be the centre of the team. You stood close to your basket, your eyes roaming all over the court. And someone else's eyes were fixated on you.
