The Whispers (Underworld 6) VK

6: The Weekend Match

It was a bright Saturday afternoon, the sun high in the sky, casting a golden hue over the university grounds. The sound of cheers and excitement echoed from the sports field as students gathered for the big basketball game. Hansol's team was on a winning streak, and the entire campus seemed to buzz with anticipation. Moonbin, however, had his eyes set on something—or rather, someone else.

"Come on, Boo! You have to go! It's the biggest game of the season, and Vernon's team is dominating," Moonbin urged, tugging at Seungkwan's sleeve as they stood near the entrance of the sports complex.

Seungkwan groaned, his entire body protesting the idea. "Why would I want to go watch a bunch of sweaty guys throw a ball around?" he huffed dramatically, rolling his eyes. "It's not like I haven't seen enough of that already." He crossed his arms, clearly not in the mood for sports.

But Moonbin was persistent, and after several more pleas—and maybe a promise of free food after the game—Seungkwan found himself dragged to the bleachers, seated among a sea of excited students. The game had already started, and Hansol, of course, was leading his team with an almost effortless grace, making every shot count, leaving the crowd roaring in approval.

Seungkwan sat there with his arms crossed, his face set in a permanent scowl. He scanned the crowd of girls swooning over Hansol every time he scored. It was nauseating. "Look at them," Seungkwan muttered under his breath, casting a side-eye at a group of girls in front of him who were practically fawning over Hansol's every move. "It's like they've never seen a guy play basketball before. Calm down, it's not like he's solving world hunger out there."

Moonbin nudged him, trying to stifle a laugh. "Oh, come on, Seungkwan. It's not that bad. Hansol is really good, you have to admit."

Seungkwan's sass was in full swing. "Good? Please. He's tall, sure, but anyone with a functioning set of legs could do what he's doing. The only difference is he knows how to smirk at the right time, and apparently, that's all it takes to have a fan club." He tossed his hair back in mock superiority, earning a laugh from Moonbin.

As the game continued, Seungkwan's patience wore thinner and thinner. Every shot Hansol made, every cheer from the crowd, especially from the girls, felt like nails on a chalkboard to him. His annoyance grew with each passing minute, and the final straw came when Hansol's team made the winning basket. The entire crowd erupted in applause, chanting Hansol's name like he was some kind of god. The girls in the stands screamed, practically swooning at the sight of him, and Seungkwan could feel his blood pressure rising.

"Of course they win," Seungkwan scoffed, standing up abruptly. "Because why wouldn't they? Hansol's here to bless us all with his perfectly sculpted jawline and basketball prowess. Heaven forbid he doesn't give the people what they want." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and Moonbin couldn't help but laugh, even though he knew Seungkwan was completely over it.

Hansol, now basking in the post-victory glow, ran his hands through his hair as he walked off the court, sweat glistening in the afternoon sun. The girls were in a frenzy, waving, giggling, and calling out his name. Seungkwan grimaced at the sight, shaking his head in disbelief.

"It's like they're under a spell or something," he muttered. "I don't see the appeal. A guy dribbles a ball, and suddenly he's Leonardo DiCaprio? What are we, in high school?"

Moonbin nudged him again, trying to bring some levity. "You know, he is kind of—"

"Don't even finish that sentence," Seungkwan snapped playfully, holding up a hand to stop Moonbin. "If I have to hear one more person call Hansol 'charming' or 'amazing,' I'm going to throw myself off these bleachers."

Just then, Hansol's gaze shifted from the adoring crowd to the stands. His eyes landed squarely on Seungkwan, who was still standing with his arms crossed, looking thoroughly unimpressed. There was a brief moment—an almost imperceptible one—where their eyes met, and Hansol's smirk widened just a little, as if he found Seungkwan's disinterest amusing.