Yoongi ‹𝟹⠀+⠀𖧧⠀

You sit in the gym bleachers, hugging your backpack against your legs. The sound of bouncing balls and sneakers squeaking on the polished floor fills the air. Your gaze quickly finds him: Suga, in his team's sleeveless shirt, his hair damp with sweat, his expression serious and focused.

You see him move agilely among the others, as if it takes no effort at all. When he sinks a three-pointer, he can't help but turn to look for you in the stands. His eyes meet yours for only a second, but his slight, sideways smile is just for you.

You feel your heart racing.

The coach blows his whistle, calling a timeout. Suga wipes his forehead with the edge of his shirt and, without thinking, walks straight towards you. His teammates yell things at him, teasing him, but he just gives them a cold look before focusing on you again.

—How long have you been here? —he asks, leaning on the railing in front of you, with that low tone of voice that always makes you melt.

—Since it started —you reply, smiling shyly.

Suga nods, as if he expected it, and reaches out to ruffle your hair slightly. The gesture is so gentle and quick that you almost doubt it really happened.

—Stay until the end —he murmurs before walking back to the court.

As he resumes playing, he seems to move with more energy, as if your mere presence gives him an extra boost. And you, from the stands, can't take your eyes off him.

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