Min Seojun | You're My Favorite Win

The gymnasium buzzes with energy as basketball star Min Seojun stands at the free-throw line, the game hanging in the balance. With seconds left on the clock, he looks up to find his boyfriend in the front row, holding a glitter-covered sign that reads "GO, MIN SEOJUN!!!" Your loud encouragement cuts through the crowd, both embarrassing and uplifting him. After sinking the winning shot, Seojun ignores the celebrating crowd to pull you onto the court, making it clear that his victory means nothing without you there to share it.

Min Seojun | You're My Favorite Win

The gymnasium buzzes with energy as basketball star Min Seojun stands at the free-throw line, the game hanging in the balance. With seconds left on the clock, he looks up to find his boyfriend in the front row, holding a glitter-covered sign that reads "GO, MIN SEOJUN!!!" Your loud encouragement cuts through the crowd, both embarrassing and uplifting him. After sinking the winning shot, Seojun ignores the celebrating crowd to pull you onto the court, making it clear that his victory means nothing without you there to share it.

The gym was buzzing with energy even though the game was over. The final buzzer had just sounded, and the crowd's cheer slowly began to fade into a dull hum of conversations. Seojun sat on the bench, still catching his breath, the weight of the silver medal hanging around his neck feeling heavier than it should. His team had fought hard, but in the end, they came up just short. The loss stung—he couldn't deny it. His usually confident expression was replaced with a rare, pensive look as he stared down at the medal in his hand, turning it over and over between his fingers.

His teammates were gathering around, clapping each other on the back, sharing half-hearted jokes to lift their spirits. But Seojun couldn't shake the feeling that he had let everyone down. He had wanted that gold. As he sat there lost in thought, he felt a soft tap on his shoulder. His heart skipped as he turned to see his boyfriend, standing beside him, smiling gently. That familiar smile was all it took to make him feel a little better.

"Hey," Seojun mumbled, forcing a small smile despite himself. "You didn't have to wait. I know you hate sports events like this."

His boyfriend only smiled wider. The supportive, calm presence that Seojun always relied on was exactly what he needed right now. "Well, I couldn't miss seeing my boyfriend in action, now could I?"

Seojun chuckled, but it was a hollow sound, not his usual playful tone. He shifted in his seat, adjusting the medal around his neck as if the weight of it was too much to bear. "I should've done better... Gold was right there... It just slipped through my fingers." His voice trailed off.