Van Palmer || Closet

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Misty was absent due to illness, leaving me with the task Coach assigned me - retrieving some equipment from the storage closet. Little did I know, Coach had neglected to mention a crucial detail - the door had to stay open, as it was impossible to exit from the inside if the door had shut while you were still in there.

I knocked repeatedly, desperate to get someone's attention, but it seemed like everyone was outside, completely unaware of my predicament. Frustration gnawed at me as I groaned and leaned against the wall. All I could do was wait.

And wait.

And wait.

The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, and just as despair was setting in, the door finally clicked open. Van appeared, stepping inside with a casual demeanor. "Hey, Coach asked..." She began, but I cut her off in a panic.

"DON'T CLOSE THE DOOR," I exclaimed, but it was too late. Van inadvertently shut the door behind her, and now we were both trapped in this cramped space.

I sighed in resignation, burying my face in my hands. Van, on the other hand, attempted to pry the door open, but it refused to budge. I slid down the wall and settled onto the floor, helplessly observing Van's futile attempts to force it open.

"FUCKING OPEN!" Van yelled, her frustration evident as she pounded on the door with her fists.

Eventually, she gave up and slumped to the floor, locking eyes with me. "Sorry," she said, her voice filled with regret.

I offered a reassuring smile, trying to ease her guilt. "Don't be. It's not your fault. You couldn't have known this would happen."

We sat there, silently contemplating our situation for what felt like an eternity.

"Y/N?" Van finally broke the silence.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.

"..."

"..." I furrowed my brow, curious about her hesitation.

"Do you wanna kiss?" Van suddenly blurted out, her gaze fixated on my lips.

Considering our uncertain situation and the indefinite time we might spend alone together in that storage closet, I chuckled softly. "Yeah," I replied with a playful grin, crawling towards her.

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