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3-pointer • choi minho (shinee)😚

Theme: Minho is a basketball player in the NBA. Although he is extremely successful in this field, he's willing to give it up just for you.

**This was the moment of Minho's career. If he didn't make this shot, he could lose his chance to become an NBA player. The scout was right there, and Minho saw him recording something on his notepad. He saw his, what felt like, belligerent gaze boring into the side of his head, watching him breathe.

Dribbling the ball, Minho searched the crowd quickly for your beautiful face. He saw you cheering so loud with his old jersey on and fell in love with you over again. The looking at the backboard, he aimed and shot the ball perfectly in the hoop gaining three points as the timer ran out.

The crowd erupted in obnoxious cheers as the winning shot bounded to the glossy, wooden floor in glee. Every one of Minho's teammates ran to him, crashing into his side with euphoria. Even his best friend, number 14, Changmin, who played on the opposite team, yelled at the top of his lungs. He ran to him with his arms outstretched, and they hugged tightly, Changmin whisper-yelling a "good job" in his ear.

And then you were there, standing so gorgeously it took Minho's breathe away. You were crying and Minho was confused for a moment too long as to why until you smashed into his chest. Your big tears soaked his number 89 on his jersey as he coddled your head.

"What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing, Minnie. I am so proud of you."

"Minnie?" The man with his notepad and aggressive writing smiled with a grimace. His dark brown handlebar mustache glistening with sweat from the heat circulating the room. He stuck his hand out and gave Minho a firm shake. "Cute nickname, pretty boy."

Minho didn't know what to say or do to those words, only pulling you closer to his side. Wrapping his arm around your back, he bunched his fingers into the material of your jacket. Minho was intimidated of this man and the only way he could think to calm him was you being close.

Realizing Minho's uncomfortable stature, the man cleared his throat tucking his notepad under his arm. His thumb and pointer finger patted down the loose strands of his mustache with the sweat on his face.

"That winning shot was pretty impressive for someone like you."

"Like me?" Minho asked out of curiosity. His heart picked up in pace as he thought the worse meaning behind those words, but nevertheless, he waited for the response.

"I mean someone of your... background."

"Background?" He listened intently for the man's further explanation. He makes a gesture to Minho's height, skintone and eyes, but before he can feel offended, your hand tightens in his.

"What are you trying to say?" You cut in with a harsh click of your tongue. "You didn't expect him to make that shot because he's Asian, is that it?"

"Ma'am, I didnt mean to offend you or him--"

"I don't care what you meant to do. That was very unnecessary, and I don't appreciate the stereotypes you are suggesting. Now, speak what you were asking so we can go, and I don't report you to the National Basketball Association, Peter James."

Peter stood there with wide eyes and a dry mouth. It took everything in Minho not to laugh at the foolish look on the man's face. Peter passed an enveloped letter to Minho without looking away from you. He apologized and turned to leave the gym just as everyone else.

You and Minho stood in the gym with the envelope staring you both down like starving vultures. Giving the letter to you, Minho looked down at his shoes like a shy schoolboy as he waited for you to open and read the piece of paper. Smiling at his cuteness, you kissed his cheek before tearing it open. He blushed as you begun to read.

"Congratulations, Mr. Choi! You have been chosen to come play in the NBA. If you except, your name will potentially be drafted to play for a team in America. We hope you contact us soon. Thank you!"

After hearing congratulations, Minho picked you up and spun your body around in a circle. Laughing as you continued to read, he kissed you all over your face. You put the letter down after finishing the short paragraph, and he moved to kiss your lips.

"I love you," he says as he snuggles into your shoulder. You can his heart racing as he mutters his previous words. "Throughout this career, I want you by my side."

You smile and grab his neck, massaging it the way he likes before pulling off to kiss him.

"I'll always be by your side."