《ASTRO || S E L C A || book 1 || ✅》[20]
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"I will teach you"
"You? Will teach me?" I exclaimed. First reason I can't play. I can't catch. I don't even know what dribble is or what dunk or 3-pointer is. And this kid wants me to play basketball. He is going to lose all patience with me.
"So all you have to do is bend your knees and use your arm to throw the ball" he explained.
"Like this," I said copying the action that he just 'taught' me and followed it badly causing the ball to bounce back from touching the loop.
"No" he replied back laughing.
"Geez!" I replied back pouting. I hate basketball and I hate this guy for making fun of me.
"It's okay, little kid. I will teach you" he said as he got closer.
Before I knew what was happening he was moving closer to me. He was standing behind me and got closer so close that I can smell his vanilla scent perfume. His chest was touching my back. My heart was pounding so loud, but I don't think it was only my heart. I can feel his pounding hard as well. Why would it tho? It's not like he will fall for a nerd or anything.
"M-Minhyuk what are you doing?" I stuttered trying hard to keep my cool which wasn't working that great.
"Teaching" he replied back close to my ear.
"O-okay" I shuttered again. I am going crazy. My heart is pounding so loudly and on top of that my hand is sweating like crazy.
He grabbed my hand and placed the ball gently on my palm and got my another hand and pushed them together causing me to grip the ball tightly with both hands.
"Bend your knee a little" he whispered slowly at my ear.
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I bend my knees like he said. It was like I was captured by his sweet yet rough voice.
"Just like that" he whispered wit a hint of encouragement. "Now raise your arms a bit, just like that."
And it went in. It was flying like an aeroplane and not like a rock which will sink. It went in giving me the total score of 2.
"It went in" I shouted and hugged Minhyuk tightly not even knowing what I was doing.
"No problem" he replied back accepting the hug and hugged me tightly.
And now I have come back to my senses feeling the blush creeping in. I took my face away from his chest and look up at his face. He was looking at me so lovingly and before we know what we were doing we were moving in. Closer and closer. It was so close that we could kiss of we move any further.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
We broke away from the hug and were facing two junior boys.
"Are you using this?" he asked pointing at dunk and score.
"No" replied Minhyuk who was red just like a tomato. A cute tomato.
"Okay. Thanks" he replied back and started to pkay.
Leaving an awkward me and him.
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