Game - Haechan

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They watched the flashlights directed towards the opposite team, swarm of reporters following the members around as they took videos, probably for their own vlogs. The broadcast of the match has yet to start, yet the reporters had already live streamed the current venue, mostly on the famous team, bombarding them with questions.

The fans on the benches were extremely excited as the team sat at the front row of the stadium, waiting for their manager to usher them to the waiting room. A few were trying to take pictures and get the members to chat with them. The members could only returned a few greetings and smiled at them before they dashed to the backstage after their coach came out to get them.

Yoonna uninterestedly watched the opposite team's movements from the huge TV screen in the waiting room, feeling bored as she checked on her phone. The rest of her teammates were trying to discuss of the tactics they would be using for their matches, and Yoonna knew she wasn't needed at the moment.

She stood up, sauntering away from her team's waiting room after informing the leader she needed to go to the washroom, not minding if her coach was threatening to put her on hiatus if she dared to step out of the room.
Whatever you said, it doesn't matter.

Reaching the balcony she spotted during her aimless wandering at the backstage, she stared out at the city, admiring the view as her mind cleared up slightly. Her hands leaned on the railing, letting the breeze blew her hair backwards to clear her sight.

A quiet footsteps neared the area, stopping beside her while she was enjoying the scenery. Another pair of hands leaned onto the railing, surprising Yoonna when the railing shook slightly forward. Her head snapped towards the stranger, noticing he was wearing the opposite team's lanyard.

His honey skin glowed as the sun shone onto him, purplish brown dyed hair swayed slightly along the wind. Dressed in a striped black t-shirt paired with a black jeans, along with a plain white jacket over him.
He must be one of the players. Nice visuals, no wonder they have so many fans.

"Are you going to stop staring at me?"

A voice cut her out of her thoughts as she blinked. Realizing that the boy was referring to her, she turned her head back to the view, looking out at the city. His snarky tone brought an irritation up her spine, but there's still a slight embarrassment in her that made her control her eyes from rolling.

I would have embarrassed myself for saying he is nice looking, what am I thinking.

"Whatever," she mumbled absentmindedly, standing straight to loosen her aching back due to her bending it for some time. Yoonna was about to stride away from the balcony when a hand caught onto her wrist and pulled her back. She glanced back at the male who had stopped her on her tracks, almost causing her to stumble backwards, the male's eyes were already bored into hers as she did.

"Are you not going to pay for the photo you took or do you want me to report you to the guards outside? You know it's illegal for fans to lurk around the backstage and I am supposed to report you right now."
The taller male raised an eyebrow as he towered over Yoonna due to his height.

Baffled at his question, Yoonna took a step back as she stared back at him questioningly. The male followed after, stepping closer until her back hit the wall as she let out a sound of pain, now she was trapped between the railing and his arms.
"You like it when I do this don't you? Unfortunately, I'm not into you, sasaeng."

"Excuse me??" Yoonna questioned, now extremely confused on how the male in front of her had claimed her as his sasaeng if she was wearing a lanyard too. His opponent's lanyard. She looked up at him, giving him an unsatisfied look as she fought the urge to shove him rudely and leave him right there.

"I am very clear that I came in to the backstage legally and have the rights to stay here, especially with my own lanyard. Please remove your hands, I still have things to attend to."

"To sell my picture?" the taller chuckled deeply. "I'm not letting you leave until you pass me your phone, or you delete them by yourself right here."

"What picture?"

"Don't act innocent," he lightly growled.

Not getting the reason why he was pissed at herself when they were just mere strangers, she lightly pushed the boy's arm.

"Please, I'm getting late," as polite as she could, she said, hoping that the boy would stop pestering her and pleaded for the boy to free her from the corner in her mind.

The male was unsatisfied with her actions, removed one of his hands and shoved them into his pocket. He stood there, watching her adjust her jacket over her shoulder that had slid due to the commotion just now. 

"Your name."

Yoonna raised an eyebrow at him. His glare directed at her when she looked at him as he waited for the girl to speak.

"Yoonna," She said, glancing at his other hand that had moved to grab onto her wrist after he shifted, afraid that she would run away. He let go of her, repeating the name in his head as he strode away.

"Tsk," rubbing her wrist that had turned reddish, she ambled back towards her team as the coach gave her a dissatisfied look.

Whatever, today's not the best day to be out of the house. 

Cheers resonated in the stadium as the opposite team stood up, engulfing each other as they punched the air in glee. The fan chanting their team name while waving their fan-made banners, celebrating their victory. 

"That was the easiest game I ever played," one of them shouted as they were returning to their waiting room. The rest of the team cackled at his words, agreeing as they collected their stuff at the benches. 

Yoonna sat on the couch in her team's waiting room, unbothered as she watched the screen showing the other team cheering. The camera channeled back at her team that were sulking as they stepped down from the stage. 

Their coach and manager stood up from their seats at the table when the five players entered through the door with their heads lowered, welcoming the players in a hug.

She stood up from the couch, pulling her hand out from her pocket and gave them a small handshake. 

"It's fine," she heard their coach uttered, engulfing their team leader into a tight hug. "It's your first time."

Hello, another chapter's up!
Couldn't get myself to upload one last week as I had tests on last Monday, but I'm back with another!

I'm gonna have another test so soon this coming week 🫠
A levels is srsly so stressful and there is so little time for me to relax

Anyways, enjoy the chapter and I'll see u guys soon again on the next one! ☺️