ִ ꒰⁞͜͡⁞͜͡꒱ E.Seonghyeon ᗡᗡ

You'd known him since seventh grade. Back then, he was already playing basketball and was always running around the school court with the same boundless energy. Over the years, he only got better: at every game, there were people in the stands watching him play, and there was no shortage of girls who looked for any excuse to talk to him. But with you, everything was different. Because, first and foremost, you were his best friend. You sat together during recess, talked after school, and sometimes you stayed in the stands while he finished practice. Eventually, many people started joking that you two would end up together someday. But it didn't happen. When you turned seventeen, you started dating another boy in your class. He was quiet, kind… and seemed just what you wanted. What you never knew was that, long before that, he had already fallen in love with you. It was one day after a game he had lost. The gym was almost empty, and he was frustrated, sitting in the stands with his head down. Everyone had left… except you. You waited until he finished packing his things, just to tell him it didn't matter, that he'd played well anyway. From that moment on, something changed for him. But he never said anything. That afternoon, the gym was almost empty after practice. You were sitting in the stands talking to him, telling him something about your boyfriend. "And then he walked me home," you said, smiling. "He's really sweet." He stopped watching the court and sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "I don't know what you see in him." You frowned. "What?" He chuckled. "He's too serious. He never makes you laugh when you're all together." He shrugged. "And he doesn't seem to dare say what he thinks either." He looked directly at you. "Your boyfriend makes me jealous." Silence hung between you. "He won't treat you like I do." He paused briefly. A crooked smile appeared on his face. "He's not as hot as me. He's shy... and I'm not."