“ONEW’S POV”

Practice is getting harder and harder every single day. Our school is trying to win after a long series of being at the bottom. It is such a challenge to transform that. I want to make it clear. I did exaggerate that. Our university is not on the bottom of the list but ever since I was a kid, I have this thinking that if you’re not number one then you’re clearly on the bottom. Immature? Yes. But it serves as a drive for me to work harder

“We just need to improve our speed and precision and I’m sure we can make it. Can we do that?” I said

“Yes captain!”

“Good! We split in two teams and play two games? Now, Go!”

I adjusted my cap and joined the game and the practice goes on and on

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I am exhausted. I am probably dying. I just need a shower and meet up Sara. We will go grocery shopping today. She needs to know that she will be feeding a grown man and the groceries should always be full but she probably knows that…she lives with Minho.

I looked on the upper bench and she is there waiting for me to finish. She was holding a notebook scribbling something. I looked at her for full minute and she catches my stare. We locked eyes and she smiled and waved at me. So darn cute, my little vixen. I signaled her that I’ll be taking my shower first and she throws a thumbs up at me. How long was she here?

I checked my phone and she sent me a text message about half an hour ago. She waited for me and watched the practice game. Suuuweet!

I smiled then a tap on my back made me hide my phone. I was Jongmin. He’s a great player but he is such an when it comes to attitude. Sometimes he didn’t want to listen to instructions and thinks he is higher than anyone. Maybe it is why I can sense some hatred from him. He wants to be on the top of the team but sorry for him, I am here and I think everyone agrees that no one can match me. I am not cocky, I am telling the truth.

“Hey, man!”

“Jongmin.”

“Is that Choi Minho’s little sister?” what does he want right now? Did he see her text?

“What?”

“The one waiting on the bench, the one you’re looking at”

“Yeap.”

“You got something on her?”

“What do you mean dude?”

“Like are you going out with her?”

“No, she’s like my sister” can this guy just shut up? He’s pissing me off

“Then can I ask for her number?”

“Why are you asking me? If you want it, ask her. But you have to get through me first and well, of course her brother” I know I really sound like I am pissed because I really am. I hate that guy so much

No one can have her as long as I am here. Nope. Not a chance.

She was so busy sketching something on her notebook when I came around her. I looked at it and to be honest it looks nice. I wonder what it is for that she gives extra effort to it. Is it for a special occasion?

“Hey,” I ruffled her hair

“What the hell!”

“Whoa there missy!”