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niki pov
the break couldn't have come at a better time. i needed to cool off, catch my breath, and get my head back in the game. but just as i was about to grab a drink, i noticed k and yuta up to something by the bleachers. typical.
they were whispering to sunoo, who looked a little confused but still amused. next thing i knew, k gave sunoo a playful push toward me. my instincts kicked in, and before i could think, i reached out to steady him.
"whoa, easy there," i said, my hand gripping his arm gently.
sunoo, clearly caught off guard, didn't pull away. instead, his arms came up around me in a quick, automatic hug. it wasn't anything dramatic, just natural, but it caught me off guard. it felt... right.
i wrapped my arms around him too, holding him close for a second longer than necessary. the warmth of his body against mine, the way his hair brushed lightly against my chin—it was enough to make me forget for a second that we were in the middle of a game, surrounded by people.
"thanks for catching me," sunoo mumbled as he pulled back, a soft blush coloring his cheeks.
"anytime," i replied, trying to sound casual, though my heart was racing like i'd just run laps.
just as he was stepping back, i caught something out of the corner of my eye—jay. his eyes were locked on us, his expression hard to read, but it definitely wasn't friendly. for a split second, we made eye contact. i couldn't help it—a smirk pulled at my lips. jay's glare darkened, and i could practically feel the frustration radiating off him.
good.
sunoo gave me a small wave as he headed back to his seat, and i turned to grab my water bottle. k and yuta were standing there, shaking their heads like i was some love-struck idiot.
"what?" i shot at them, still feeling the buzz from sunoo's hug.
"nothing," yuta said, grinning. "just watching our boy fall hard."
"i'm not—" i started, but the words died on my tongue. was i?
before i could dwell on it, the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the break. the game was about to start again, but my mind was still stuck on sunoo—his hug, his smile, the way jay had looked when he saw us.
as i jogged back onto the court, i shot one last glance at jay. he was still watching sunoo, his expression tight with jealousy. and honestly? it felt good to know i had the upper hand for once.
the game resumed, but my thoughts kept drifting back to sunoo, to the way he felt in my arms. i couldn't wait for the game to be over—not just because we were winning, but because i wanted to talk to him again. i had a feeling this was just the beginning.
and jay? well, he was going to have to deal with it.
maow
jay pov
i couldn't believe it. one second, i was getting an earful from jake about how i was "missing plays" and "not focused," and the next, i look over and see that. sunoo—my sunoo—hugging niki.
my chest tightened, and my fists clenched at my sides. i couldn't hear a word jake was saying anymore. it was like the whole world went silent, except for the pounding in my ears. sunoo was wrapped up in niki's arms, looking completely comfortable, like it wasn't the most ridiculous thing i'd ever seen.
jake followed my gaze and groaned. "seriously, dude? you're gonna let that mess with your head now?"
i snapped out of it, glaring at jake. "just shut up, alright? i'll handle it."
"handle what? it looks like sunoo's already made his choice," jake muttered under his breath, rolling his eyes as he walked back towards the bench.
i couldn't stop staring. niki had this stupid smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what he was doing—like he was rubbing it in my face on purpose. and sunoo... he looked so damn pretty in that oversized shirt, niki's shirt, hanging off him like he belonged to him. the thought made me sick.
"this isn't over," i whispered to myself, jaw clenched.
i had to focus. i couldn't let niki get the best of me like this. but the way sunoo had hugged him so naturally, without a second thought, it messed me up. maybe jake was right. maybe i was losing my edge. but i wasn't about to give up without a fight.
the second half of the game was starting, and i forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. the court felt like a battlefield, and niki was the enemy. no way was i going to let him win—on or off the court.
as the game resumed, i threw one last look at sunoo in the bleachers, and my determination doubled. this wasn't over, not by a long shot. if niki thought he had the upper hand, he was dead wrong.
because i was going to fix this. i always did.
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made slight change in the last chapter dont forget to vote mwah
