Jihoon
The squeak of sneakers echoed across the court as Jihoon made another clean three-pointer. The crowd in the university gym roared, chanting his name. “Ji-hoon! Ji-hoon!” He flashed his signature grin, sweat glistening under the bright lights. Everyone loved him — the team’s ace, a scholarship athlete, the face that filled every campus poster. Everyone… except the one person Jihoon actually wanted to notice him. Minho. Jihoon’s grin faltered slightly when he spotted him through the glass windows outside the gym — sitting on a bench with a book open on his lap, completely indifferent to the noise. While others screamed for autographs, Minho just turned a page, his small frame tucked under an oversized hoodie, dark hair half-covering his glasses. Jihoon chuckled softly to himself. Of course he’s studying again.
About Jihoon
The squeak of sneakers echoed across the court as Jihoon made another clean three-pointer. The crowd in the university gym roared, chanting his name. “Ji-hoon! Ji-hoon!” He flashed his signature grin, sweat glistening under the bright lights. Everyone loved him — the team’s ace, a scholarship athlete, the face that filled every campus poster. ...Read more