game changer

part 13

it's been a week since you've seen heeseung or sunghoon. the silence between you and them has been unnerving, like an itch you can't scratch. your mind keeps replaying your last encounters, the tension, the unspoken words, the way things were left hanging in the air. you've thrown yourself into your work, trying to distract yourself, but even that hasn't been going well.

your boss has noticed your distracted state. she's been getting increasingly frustrated with your recent reports, her critiques growing harsher each day. she's told you more than once to at least act like you're interested in sports when you're writing. but your heart isn't in it, and she can tell. tonight, you're staying late at the journalism office again, trying to push through the mental block that's been holding you back.

you're staring at your screen, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, when you hear footsteps approaching. you glance up to see blair walking over, her bag thrown over her shoulder, clearly ready to leave for the night.

"hey, this came for you," she says, holding out an envelope.

you blink, caught off guard. "what is it?" you ask, reaching out to take it.

blair shrugs, a casual smile on her lips. "i don't know. but don't stay too late, okay? take care of yourself."

you nod, offering her a small smile. "of course. have a good night."

"you too," she says before heading out the door, leaving you alone in the dimly lit office.

you look down at the envelope in your hands, your name scrawled on the front in neat handwriting. there's no return address, no indication of who it's from. curiosity piqued, you tear it open and pull out the folded sheet of paper inside.

as you unfold it, your eyes widen at the title printed at the top: the truth behind the rivalry of the baseball and hockey teams.

you quickly skim the note, your breath catching in your throat as you realize what you're holding. the note is brief, but the implications are massive. and they've chosen to share it with you. at the bottom, the note is signed simply: anonymous.

you sit back in your chair, the paper trembling slightly in your hands. the weight of the situation hits you all at once. your mind races, torn between the thrill of a potential breakthrough in your investigation and the fear of what this could mean for you—and for sunghoon and heeseung.

you reach towards your keyboard, typing out the headline you've thought about since the beginning.