CAMERA | JOONGDUNK
The air in the baseball stadium was thick with anticipation and the roar of the crowd, but for Dunk, all eyes were on one person: Joong. He knelt by the side, his camera poised, a silent observer in a world that felt both intimately close and impossibly distant.
“Sare,” Dunk said, gently holding his little sister’s shoulders, his voice soft yet firm. “Before we go, promise me that you'll always stick to my side and behave.”
The little girl nodded, her eyes wide and innocent, an adorable sight that made Dunk’s heart swell. He ruffled her hair affectionately. “Good girl. Let's go.”
As they settled into their seats, Dunk immediately scanned the field, a familiar ache of anticipation twisting in his stomach. “Where is he?” he mumbled, almost to himself.
Sare, ever the perceptive one, pointed a tiny finger. “Look!” she exclaimed, her voice bright. “Isn't that your faen?” Her innocent question hung in the air, a tiny, unintentional barb that made Dunk flinch internally. He forced a smile and nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. “Yes,” he managed, not wanting to disappoint her.
Today, Joong was practicing, a mesmerizing blur of athletic grace. Even from a distance, the energy around him was palpable, a magnet for the many fan girls who had gathered to watch. Joong wasn't just exceptional at baseball; his talents extended to basketball, football—a true all-rounder. Add to that his striking looks and a reputation for kindness, especially to his parents, and he was, quite simply, Dunk’s ideal.
Dunk carefully pulled out his camera, his most treasured possession. For a moment, he released Sare’s hand, his focus singular: to capture every powerful swing, every determined expression of Joong. Sare, meanwhile, could only stare at her older brother, happily engrossed in his idol. A sigh escaped her lips. She was bored. Her gaze drifted, settling on a stray ball lying innocently on the ground.
