Saying Names

Minho/Krystal

Romance, AU, PG-13, ~1,030w

Krystal was surprised that he, out of all the people, knows her name.

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He touches the ball swiftly and it lands at the other side of the court just as quick as the players of the opposite team were not able to save it. It’s a sunny afternoon, and to mention that the sun is all up and shining so hot not with its usual heat temperature, the players of the opposite team sigh almost in unison as they went back to their position. The girl nearest the ball lazily pushes it forward, pouting afterwards.

“22-17.” Key announces the score boringly as he leans his head on top of his arms already enough for him to see the game. Sitting in the umpire’s position, he also can feel the unusual heat of the sun and every now and then, he wipes his sweat with his face towel. “Oi, Minho. Can you please finish the game quick before the time ends?”

Choi Minho just grins shyly as he takes the ball from the ground. He is the main star of their class, one who does so well in their Physical Education subject.

“I think we’re going to win this game. We can do this!” Sulli cheers for her teammates, her smile also shining so brightly.

On the other hand, Krystal, despite Sulli’s cheerful and loud voice, can barely hear the words. She stands so stiffly as her hands are shaking a little. She has never been good at this, in fact, she’s the one who has been committing the mistakes in the first part of the game—sometimes hitting the ball too strong that it would reach after the line making the other team gain a point, and even just by not being able to receive the ball properly since her hands were too weak and unexperienced with this. She feels like a burden to their group, and even when this is just a practice game for their PE subject, still she could feel the eyes of her groupmates on her, probably cursing at the fact that she’s in the group. Since without her, their group would have been a perfect combination of the ‘players’ in the class.

Krystal steps out of the court, before the line, as she waits for her turn to serve. She looks at the space before her and sees Minho holding the ball in his hand. Her cheeks immediately went hot but it’s because of the weather, I’m sure of it.

“Krystal, here..” Minho throws the ball softly at her, and Krystal swears he just smiled.

Her heart skip a beat because of that though Krystal is inwardly telling herself not to