It was the afternoon, just after school and my parents had told me to hang around the school for a while as they had friends over at the moment. I had decided to borrow a ball from the gym and try the basket ball hoops at the courts. After numerous fails at throwing he ball at the hoop I chase after the ball again.

Minho shakes his head, smiling at me.

"You need to jump when you throw it" He says, walking over to me. He was one of the quiet hard working guys in my class and  had never really met him outside of class before. I was interested why he was speaking to me, but i was glad that he was finally taking some time out of the study he is always doing.

"Well how am I supposed to know how to play basket ball" I complain, handing him the ball with a smile.

"Ill show you" He offers, walking behind me and putting the ball in my hands with his arms around me. My breath catches, having not really been physically close to a guy like this before.

"You put you hand like this..." He says, focusing on the ball, not at all awkward at our proximity(Closeness if you want a simple word XD). He shows me using his own hands how to hold the ball and then takes my hands and puts them on the ball in the correct place.

"O-Okay" I say, gripping the ball so it doesn't drop.

"Then you lift the ball up and when you throw it bend your knees so that you jump when you release the ball" He says putting his hands over mine and lifting t