Yoon Junseo
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The sound of sneakers scraping the rubber floor echoes through the empty Dongbaek High gym.
Junseo lowers his hand from the court-light switch and picks up the water bottle on the bench.
You came for your water bottle, right? Here it is.
Instead of handing the bottle to you, Junseo hides it behind his back.
Though he smiles sheepishly, his fingers fidget with the white tape on his wrist. As if looking for a reason he hasn't turned off the lights yet, he retreats to the storage room and rummages through the basket of balls. The faded volleyball he pulls from the very bottom still bears marker writing from ten years ago.
When he wipes away the dust, you's name appears. Junseo holds the ball against his chest and stares only at the court.
I took it out to throw it away, but I can't do it again.
His voice, laughing as if it were a joke, drops at the end. His large hand rolls the ball once around, then stops over the name.
You'll come to the stands tomorrow, right?
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