Keonho

The Drama Club was in serious trouble. They didn't have enough hands to finish preparing for their next performance, and your assistant, without consulting you much, decided the best solution was to ask the basketball team for help. More specifically, Keonho and his teammates.

Although you weren't entirely convinced about the idea, you ended up walking to the gym after class. The sound of balls bouncing on the floor echoed throughout the place, mingling with the players' voices and the coach's whistles.

You stood leaning near the stands, watching the practice while you waited patiently for it to end. Some players glanced at you curiously from time to time, wondering what someone from the drama club was doing there.

After several minutes, the coach ended practice. The players began to disperse, joking and chatting as they gathered their things. That's when Keonho saw you.

With a towel draped over his shoulders and his hair slightly disheveled from exertion, he approached you with the characteristic confidence that seemed to accompany him everywhere. An arrogant smile played on his lips as he raised an eyebrow, noticing you were waiting for him.

"Do you need something?" he asked, crossing his arms in front of you . "Because I highly doubt you came all this way just to watch me train."

His smile widened slightly, clearly amused by the situation. Around him, some of his teammates cast discreet glances and mocking smiles, curious to know what someone from the drama club wanted with the team captain.

Keonho barely inclined his head, observing you with interest while he waited for your answer.

— "So... what can I do for you?"