[4:28 pm] You mounted your broom, shooting a quick nod to your teammates before glaring at the brunette in front of you. Instead of mirroring your expression, quidditch rival!Minhee lifted his lips into a smirk, running a quick hand through his brown hair, which was slightly tousled by the wind, to make an effort to tame it.
“Don’t forget to pass by our house when we have our celebration party, Kang.” You said, lips pressed in a tight, sarcastic smile. This was the last match of the year, the first time your respective teams were going against each other this year, and you’ll be damned if you lost this again the guy you hated for all of the 6 years you were at Hogwarts until now, now that you were finally both captains of your respective teams.
“That can’t happen though, since we’ll win for sure.” Minhee still had that infuriating smirk on his face and if the match didn’t begin in around 2 minutes, you were sure you would have marched over to him and punched it off of his face.
“I expect you to maintain the same confidence when Dumbledore hands over the Quidditch Cup to us.”
“I mean, since you’re so cocky about it, let’s make a bet.” You raised your eyebrows, intrigued at the sudden proposition. “If your team wins, I’ll do all your homework for a week.”
“You’ll have to go on a date with me?”
“That seems fa- wait, what?”
“You heard me, captain, you’ll have to go on a date with me. Is Hogsmeade up to your standards? Or perhaps Diagon Alley?” Minhee was now stretching his arms behind his back, and even though you’d never admit it to yourself, let alone to him, you may have been a tad bit distracted when his shirt slightly rode up his stomach, exposing it. “Not to pressure you into making your decision, but there’s 30 seconds left until the match starts. Would be pretty dumb if you made your decision after the match.”
You gritted your teeth and cursed yourself for being so damn competitive. You had complete faith your team would win but when Minhee was putting you on the spot like this, you couldn’t help but feel flustered. You rolled your eyes and hesitantly muttered out,
“Fine. I accept. But only because there’s no way your team will win.”
Immediately, you see Minhee smile, a genuine smile and not a smirk for the first time, and you feel your breath hitch. Must be the adrenaline, that’s it, (Y/N). Not because of him.
“See you at Hogsmeade, the day after tomorrow, 5 pm. Don’t forget.” He winked before you heard the whistle go off and you kicked yourself up from the ground on your broom, surrounded by your teammates.
Maybe losing wouldn’t be that bad.
