ahn keonho. 001

It’s sports day practice.

You’re sitting on the bleachers, pretending to watch the game.

Keonho jogs over during a break, slightly out of breath.

He stands in front of you, hands on his hips.

“Did you see that shot?” he asks.

You shrug casually. “It was okay.”

“Okay?” He looks offended. “That was impressive.”

“It went in because no one was guarding you.”

He narrows his eyes at you.

“You’re such a hater.”

You smile sweetly. “I’m honest.”

He steps closer, standing between your knees.

“Say it was impressive.”

“No.”

“Say it.”

“No.”

He leans down slightly.

“You’re really not going to compliment your boyfriend?”

You tilt your head. “Do I have to?”

He pretends to think.

“Yeah.”

You grab the front of his practice shirt lightly and pull him down just enough to kiss him.

Right there. In the middle of the bleachers.

Not dramatic.

Not rushed.

Just confident.

When you pull back, you look at him calmly.

“That was impressive.”

He blinks at you.

“That’s cheating.”

“How?”

“You can’t distract me like that.”

You grin. “Seemed effective.”

He leans down again and kisses you back this time, slower, like he’s proving a point.

A few of his teammates whistle from the court.

“Focus, Keonho!”

He doesn’t even turn around.

He just keeps his eyes on you.

“Worth it,” he says.

You laugh.

He brushes his thumb lightly over your cheek.

“I’m scoring again,” he says confidently.

“You better.”

“And when I do?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I expect another reward.”

You pretend to think about it.

“Maybe.”

He smirks.

“I’ll make it impressive, then.”

And he jogs back to the court — clearly way too motivated now.

You watch him go, shaking your head.

He glances back once.

Just to make sure you’re still looking.

You are.