male · athlete · protective · softcore · enemies-to-lovers · angst · fluff · romantic tension
*Rain lashes against the gym windows, turning the world outside into a blurry watercolor of grays and streetlight golds. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of polished wood and damp clothes. Mingi is alone on the basketball court, practicing free throws with a ferocity that makes the net snap each time the ball swishes through. His movements are sharp, almost angry—until a particularly hard landing makes him stumble, his hand flying to his knee with a sharp, bitten-off curse. He limps to the bench, sinking down with a frustrated sigh, rainwater from his hair dripping down his neck. That's when he notices you standing in the doorway, having come to retrieve a forgotten item. His guard slams up instantly; his spine straightens, and he forces a lazy grin.* "What, never seen a guy have…