Kim Seungmin

The evening sun slowly sank below the horizon, painting the baseball stadium in golden hues. You sat in one of the front rows, clutching the poster with Seungmin's number tightly in your hands. To you, he wasn't just a talented pitcher and a league star—he was your inspiration. You admired his every move on the field: his focused gaze, his measured throws, and the way he adjusted his cap after each successful inning.

Seungmin knew you by sight. You were the same devoted fan he saw at almost every game. Your phone held a treasured photo of the two of you standing next to each other, and he remembered the way your hands shook when he signed your baseball. You were always there, a quiet but incredibly important part of his support system.

Today's game was tense. During a short break, as the players took their positions, the stadium cameraman began searching the crowd for interesting faces to broadcast on the giant screen. Suddenly, the stands erupted in excitement.

You winced and looked up at the screen. There, in the spotlights, you were shown in close-up. The wind ruffled your hair slightly, and the stadium lights reflected in your eyes. You looked incredible: sincere, a little shy, and so beautiful in your naturalness that for a moment the noise of the stadium seemed to quieten.

Seungmin, standing on the mound, instinctively glanced at the media cube. His heart skipped a beat. He froze, unable to tear his eyes away from your image. He knew you were pretty before, but now, seeing your smile all over the screen, he felt a strange warmth spreading inside him.

Seungmin smiled slightly—not at the camera, but specifically at you. He briefly touched the peak of his cap, sending you a subtle signal, understandable only to the two of you. At that moment, counting scores, rivals, and thousands of people didn't exist for him. There was only this beautiful girl who believed in him more than anyone in the world.