With my TOPIK exam out of the way, Hyunjin and I could finally put all our focus on our project. And just when I thought things couldn't get any better, we got linked to Seirin Basketball Club—one of the biggest and most prestigious basketball teams in the city.
It was an opportunity to die for.
The moment we stepped into the club, it felt like we were part of something bigger. Everyone was warm and welcoming, treating us like honorary members of the team.
For Hyunjin, though, this wasn't just exciting—it was personal.
Playing for Seirin had always been his dream. And now, getting to work alongside them, analyze their games, and even train with them? It was like a free trial of the future he wanted so badly. Every time he stepped onto the court, I could see it—the fire in his eyes, the hunger to prove himself. And let me tell you, he was ridiculously good.
And no, I'm not just saying that because I might have a tiny thing for him.
I mean super good.
Good enough to hold his own against pro players, good enough to make even the Seirin team sweat during one-on-one matches. It didn't take long for him to impress the coach, Lee Sanghoon, and the team captain, Choi Yeonjun.
But here's the best part—Coach Lee was impressed with me too.
He started asking for my input on player stats, match strategies, and opponent analysis. And I lived for it. Every second spent reviewing footage, every discussion about game tactics—it was exactly the kind of experience I had dreamed of. Being an athletic trainer wasn't just an idea in my head anymore. It felt real.
So, everything was perfect, right?
Wrong.
Because while we got along with most of the team, there was one exception.
Han Seojun.
The youngest player on the team and one of the hottest rising stars in the sports world. His face was everywhere—billboards, magazine covers, sports tabloids. He was the golden boy of basketball, and the world adored him.
And to be fair, I kind of did too.
He was easy to talk to, friendly, and had that effortless charm that made it impossible not to like him. We hit it off right away, laughing about random things and exchanging game insights.
Which, for some reason, pissed Hyunjin off.
Was it jealousy? Oh, how I wish.
But nope—Hyunjin hated Seojun, and the feeling was mutual.
The tension between them was unbearable. If looks could kill, there would have been a crime scene every time they were in the same room.
And me? I was stuck in the middle.
I couldn't talk to one of them without setting off the other.
I swear, being the center of attention between two insanely competitive basketball players sounds fun in theory—but in reality? It was exhausting.
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Hyunjin and I were sitting in a cozy little coffee shop, enjoying lunch and laughing over the usual nonsense. It was one of those rare, easy moments where everything just felt right.
That was, until she walked in.
An elegant woman, radiating confidence, her mere presence commanding attention. Heads turned as she strode through the café, her designer outfit practically screaming, You can't afford me.
I was still staring when she walked straight up to our table.
And then, to my absolute horror, she hugged Hyunjin and smothered him in kisses.
