First Glance [Minsung]

Chapter 24

"Do you think it's a good idea?" Hyunjin once again asks, still a bit unsure.

"It is. Trust me."

"What is this good idea you both are talking about?" Jisung asks curiously. He apparently just got back from washing his hands.

"For you to stay."

Jisung blinks his eyes. "Nope. Not happening. I'll be the only one watching from our school and it looks plain sad when the other team have at least three supporters." Then grimaces at the thought. "Besides, I already told my dad I'm gonna go home as soon as we had lunch break."

Jeongin makes a fake-pout face at that. "Please stay, hyung."

"Yes, Sung. We barely have a chance to play, you know that."

"And you're here already. Spending another hour won't hurt, right?"

"Please, Sung. Ple-"

"Okay, fine. Fine. Gosh, you both are so-" He shakes his head in amusement. "I'll call my dad to let him know that I'm staying. Happy?"

His two best friends widely grin at the statement.

🌸🌸🌸

Jisung might not promise his best friends to cheer them, but the least he can do is to pay attention to them; how they dribble the ball, steal the ball from the opponent, do some free throws, or even make some fouls. But he can't.

No matter who's having the ball at the moment, if it isn't Minho, he doesn't care. So if his best friends ever asked him how they were during the game, he might be in a big trouble.

Jisung sighs, once again trying to refocus his attention to Hyunjin, but miserably fails when the ball is passed to none other than Minho. He cannot help but instinctively react, as if the hand movements he makes will have an effect to help the older to score. Satisfied noise escapes his mouth when Minho made it despite almost being blocked, giving the team another two points along with one free throw for the opponent's foul.

"Come on, sunbae! You can do it!" He whispers to himself.

Or so he thought.

His jittery legs stops stamping when everyone suddenly looks at his direction. Silly grin turns into a big O as his eyes widen at the late realization. "I did not just do that, did I?! What the fuck, Han Jisung!"

He instinctively covers his face with his hands and makes himself look extra tiny by pulling his legs to the seat as well. To say he's embarrassed for making fool of himself is an understatement. Yet, he cannot help but peek at the basketball court, wanting to see Minho's reaction.

He's looking at him with a small, sheepish smile. Their eyes meet for a split second and he mumbles something. He doesn't have that much time to react as the referee blows his whistle, a sign for Minho to throw the ball.

Even louder cheer fills the sport hall as Minho makes another point. He hugs his legs tighter upon hearing his buff best friend saying at him says "you did it, sunbae!" in such loud and teasing tone. He cannot help but whine at the secondhand embarrassment until he notices Minho's neck and ears. 

Oh my God. Is he blushing?