Han Jisung - .

The locker room was almost empty after the match. Most of the players had already left, leaving behind the noise of the showers and the distant murmur of the coaching staff.

Lee Know was sitting in front of his locker, slowly removing the bandages from his wrists when Han appeared in front of him.

—Are you going to continue ignoring me?

Lee Know looked up.

—I'm not ignoring you.

—You haven't looked at me for twenty minutes.

—Because I'm tired.

Han smiled and leaned against the locker next to him.

—Of course. It has nothing to do with you being angry with me throughout the second half.

Lee Know let out a dry laugh.

—And why would he be angry?

—Because I scored the goal you wanted to score.

—I'm not angry about that.

—So you're jealous.

Lee Know raised an eyebrow.

-About what?

Han leaned slightly towards him, with that confident expression that always managed to drive him crazy.

—That everyone was shouting my name.

Lee Know stared at him for a few seconds before looking away.

-Be quiet.

Han burst out laughing.

—Ah, so that was it.

-They have.

-That?

-Go away.

Han didn't move. On the contrary, he sat down next to her.

-No.

-Because?

—Because we still have to celebrate our victory.

Lee Know sighed.

—And how do you plan to celebrate it?

Han smiled.

—That's up to you.

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