Fluffs? (IZ*ONE x M! Reader)

More Than Friends

Requested by : ChaerySF21

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You were now sitting on the bench, trying to catch every breath you can get after playing for the past 4 quarters with little to no rest. The game has been close all the way from the tip-off until now with only 12 seconds left remaining in the game. You watched your coach set up the defensive play as a thought then crossed your mind. 

You know who they're gonna send the ball to. And he's the one who's been on fire all game long. The two of you kept scoring on each other's backs and are now most definitely gonna be battling each other to get the last possession.

"Coach." You called him as he turned to you.

"Let me guard the guy inbounding the ball. I know what to do." 

"Are you sure? 'caus-"

"Trust me. I'm sure you know who they'll pass it too right? And I predict that they're gonna use the inbound play they used near the end of the halftime. I know what to do."

"...since you're basically the ace of this team, guess we'd have to try. But this is the semi-finals, Y/N. You know that right?"

You nodded.

"Okay. I'm counting on you." You huddled with your other teammates who're gonna be on the floor as you guide them.

"I'm gonna try and get the steal. This is gonna be a longshot, but i'm sure this plan is gonna do well. Just guard everyone closely, and make sure to let number 10 a little bit free." Your team nodded as you then looked for the space you're gonna be in. Just then, you glanced towards the crowds looking for your friend.

You then spotted her not far from you as you gave her a smile. 

Good luck, Y/N! was what her mouth seemed to be saying as it made you gain a bit of energy for the last possession. 

You were now standing in front of the guy who’s gonna inbound the ball as the other team was getting ready for their own play. Just as the ball had touched his hand, you started counting inside your head.

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1001….

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1002…

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The inbounder’s eyes lit up towards your left trying to fake you off the ball as his hands were going to your right. Noticing this, you  extended your hand to reach for the ball, and it worked. You quickly palmed it to your hands running the other way as cheers were growing loud inside the arena.

You were about to go up for the winning point when…

“Y/N!!!!” A deafening scream came from the crowd, ringing throughout the whole place. You were now grunting in pain holding your right arm after falling in an awkward position due to being pushed by the opposing team’s player. Your teammate came to you as the others attempted to confront the guy. Had it not been the referees who intervened into the fight, a riot would’ve broken out between the two teams. 

You were then escorted towards the infirmary by your friend Sungchan as Chaeyeon followed you from behind worried sick. He then opened the infirmary as it turns out that no one was there.

"Ms. Wendy probably went somewhere. You stay here, Y/N-ah. I'll look for her. Can you look out after him, Chaeyeon-ah?" 

"Yes." She answered shortly as he then ran to the direction where the teacher's lounge is. Chaeyeon slowly led you, setting you down slowly as she grabbed a chair for her own.