mansae (II) - dk, wonwoo, seungcheol

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DK's POV

I was at the side of the court, watching the basketball game the guys were using as practice for the upcoming tournament. (y/n) was watching the game, cheering the guys on enthusiastically. Every goal they scored, regardless of which team got the point, she would have a little, mini celebration on her own. She was interested in sports too huh?

My attention was not on the game, but on (y/n). Her continuous change of expression entertained my lovesick heart. She would occasionally jump, a little leap in the air while clapping like a proud mom. This side of her melted my heart and automatically brightened my day. I looked  down at her feet to see her shoelaces untied. She's gonna get hurt if she trips and falls...

The thought sent me on my feet as I approached her. Prepping myself one knee on the ground, I did her shoelaces. She stopped immediately, looking down at me with the other members' gazes on my back. The game was stopped halfway, the balling rolling on the ground. I did her laces and gave her shoe a tiny tap, causing her feet to pull back. I got up and smiled at her.

"Be careful, (y/n)" I reminded her. She looked back down at her laces and scoffed lightly. 

"You could have just told me" she replied bending down and completing a complicated knot on her shoelaces and tightening it.

"There," she muttered contently. The others started guffawing with laughter as I felt my cheeks burn. Aish... Backfired plan!  I muttered to myself, glaring at the guys.

"Come on, continue" (y/n) urged the members which immediately set them to their task. I hit myself at the back of my head while chuckling to myself. She is not a normal girl to be flattered by just this simple act,  I have to up my game I muttered to myself, taking a seat on the ground.


Wonwoo's POV

I grasped the plastic wrapper and milk carton in my hand, standing at the front of the class. Just put it on her desk and walk away, like nothing happened  I gave myself a pep talk. I breathed out, straightening my shirt and set off on the task. I took nervous strides and approached (y/n)'s table. My heart beat was resounding in my head as I approached her, never taking my eyes off her. I quickened my pace and placed the plastic wrapper on her table. In an instant, I walked straight to my desk and smiled to myself. 

But when I felt the milk carton in my hand, I sighed at my forgetfulness and walked towards her table again, now placing the carton. Failing to be quick enough to return back,  (y/n) ended up tugging  at my sleeve.

"What are these for?" she questioned me an puzzled expression on her face. She looked so cute I wanted to pinch her cheeks.

"Yah Wonwoo, she's asking you a question" my sister resounded, bringing me back to reality. I glared at her before replying "to eat" and speed-walked away. I saw (y/n) examining my 'gifts' as my sister shook her head at me. I smiled to myself seeing (y/n) putting it inside her bag.

And that set off a mini celebration inside of my head.


S.Coups's POV

"Why did you call me here?" (y/n) questioned me. I just smiled and threw my basketball at her and she caught it, almost missing. I signalled for her to throw it back to me and she bounced it back to me. 

"For this," I said and shot the basketball through the air from a 1-pointer position. It smoothly went inside the hoop, with (y/n)'s eyes on it all the while. I grinned at my victory and punched the air. Are you impressed yet, (y/n)?

(y/n) looked at me and nodded a little, making me leap into the air and jump around like a kid. While I was celebrating, (y/n) took the ball in her hands and positioned herself at a 3-pointer shoot angle. I watched her and almost scoffed. No way that she could do it. Right?  I asked myself.

She released the ball, perfect body and hand coordination. The ball was sent flying in the air and I watched it with bated breath. The ball went straight through the hoop, the smoothest entry and I knew it wasn't luck, just pure skill.

"3-pointer, just like that. Maybe next time, Seungcheol. Keep trying" she encouraged and left, a smirk on her face. What just happened?


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