you’re mic’d, you know that right? (I)
Description: KK forgets she’s mic’d and gets a little too comfortable around Kayleigh, who notices immediately.
Kayleigh notices it immediately.
Not because she’s looking for it.
Because it’s impossible not to.
The little mic pack clipped near KK’s jersey shifts when she moves, the wire tucked just slightly off, too visible if you’re paying attention to her the way Kayleigh always is without meaning to be.
She slows for half a second.
Then leans in.
“…you’re mic’d.”
KK glances at her mid-step, ball already in her hand, like the game hasn’t even started yet in her head.
“…huh?”
Kayleigh nods once toward her jersey. “…that.”
KK looks down.
Then back up.
“Oh.”
A pause.
Then she shrugs.
“…that’s kinda funny.”
Kayleigh blinks like she has misheard her.
“…no, it’s not.”
KK grins, easy and unbothered.
“…relax.”
Kayleigh narrows her eyes slightly.
“…KK.”
But the whistle blows before she can say anything else.
And KK—
does not care.
At all.
First possession.
Kayleigh is on her immediately.
Close.
Like always.
Not giving space. Not giving anything easy. The court is loud around them, sneakers squeaking, voices overlapping, the hum of the arena wrapping around everything like a second layer of noise.
KK dribbles once.
Leans in slightly.
Close enough that her voice barely needs to rise at all.
“…you look good today.”
Kayleigh’s head snaps toward her so fast it almost throws her rhythm off.
“…are you serious right now?”
KK shrugs mid-dribble like it’s nothing.
“…what?”
“…you are literally mic’d.”
KK shifts direction smoothly, keeping control of the ball like she’s not even thinking about it.
“…and?”
Kayleigh exhales sharply through her nose.
“…oh my god.”
Second play.
They are closer now.
Too close for Kayleigh to pretend she doesn’t feel it. Bodies brushing just slightly when they move, heat flaring up every time KK cuts past her shoulder.
KK glances at her again.
“…you nervous?”
Kayleigh scoffs immediately. “…about what?”
KK smirks without even looking fully at her.
“…me.”
Kayleigh bumps her shoulder into KK’s on instinct.
“…be so serious.”
KK laughs.
Actually laughs.
It goes straight into the mic.
And Kayleigh hears it too clearly.
She freezes for half a second.
“…KK.”
“…what?”
“…they can hear you.”
KK leans in just a little more as they move down the court, voice dropping like she suddenly remembers exactly where she is and chooses not to care anyway.
“…good.”
Kayleigh’s face warms instantly.
“…you’re unbelievable.”
Timeout.
The buzzer cuts through the noise and suddenly everything feels louder again.
They separate, walking off the court, but Kayleigh doesn’t even make it halfway before she turns back around and heads straight for KK.
“…what are you doing?”
KK tilts her head like she’s genuinely confused.
“…playing?”
Kayleigh gives her a look that says she is not buying that for a second.
“…you’re flirting.”
KK shrugs.
“…maybe.”
Kayleigh presses her lips together, trying to keep her composure while the bench noise fades behind them.
“…on a mic.”
KK grins a little wider.
“…so?”
Kayleigh stares at her.
“…so everyone is gonna hear you.”
KK steps closer without hesitation.
Just enough that Kayleigh feels it more than sees it.
“…let them.”
That makes Kayleigh go quiet.
Just for a second.
Back on the court.
She tries to focus.
She really does.
But it’s impossible when KK is like this.
Every time she gets near—
“…missed me?” KK murmurs as they pass each other.
“…no.”
“…liar.”
“…KK.”
“…kayleigh.”
Kayleigh glares at her.
“…stop talking.”
KK smiles like she has no intention of stopping anything.
“…make me.”
Kayleigh shoves her lightly during a cut.
Not enough to matter. Just enough to react.
“…focus.”
KK laughs again.
“…you’re cute when you’re mad.”
Kayleigh nearly trips on her own feet.
“…oh my god.”
Fourth quarter.
Game tight. Energy sharp. Crowd loud enough to feel in your chest.
But KK is still KK.
Of course she is.
They line up again.
Kayleigh leans in first this time, voice low and clipped.
“…if you don’t stop, I swear—”
KK cuts in immediately.
“…you what?”
Kayleigh hesitates.
Just long enough for it to matter.
Then—
“…I’ll kiss you.”
KK freezes.
Not long.
But enough that Kayleigh sees it.
Then KK tilts her head slightly, like she is considering something she already knows the answer to.
“…you wouldn’t.”
Kayleigh raises an eyebrow.
“…try me.”
A beat.
Then KK grins again, slower this time.
“…after the game.”
Kayleigh’s face heats instantly.
“…you’re insane.”
KK shrugs like it’s nothing.
“…and you like it.”
Kayleigh looks away.
Doesn’t answer.
Which is exactly the answer.
Game ends.
Buzzer.
Chaos.
Crowd roaring, teammates spilling onto the floor, cameras already shifting, lights flashing in bursts that blur everything together.
But KK is already walking toward her.
Like nothing else in the world is louder.
Kayleigh meets her halfway.
Breathing still uneven. Heart still too fast.
“…you’re in so much trouble.”
KK smiles.
Soft. Certain.
“…worth it.”
Kayleigh shakes her head, trying not to smile. Fails anyway.
“…they heard everything.”
KK steps closer.
“…good.”
Kayleigh exhales, shaking her head again like she can reset herself.
“…KK.”
KK tilts her head.
“…you said you would.”
Kayleigh blinks.
“…what?”
KK leans in slightly.
Voice low.
Just for her.
“…kiss me.”
Kayleigh freezes.
Just long enough for everything else to disappear around them.
Then she reaches for the mic clipped near KK’s jersey.
Unclipping it.
Dropping it into KK’s hand.
“…you’re still mic’d.”
KK holds it for half a second.
Then drops it completely.
“…not anymore.”
Kayleigh stares at her.
“…you’re crazy.”
KK smiles.
“…yeah.”
Kayleigh grabs her hoodie lightly, pulling her in just enough that everything else stops mattering.
And kisses her.
Quick.
But real.
When she pulls back, KK is still smiling like nothing in the world could possibly ruin this moment.
“…worth it?” Kayleigh murmurs.
KK doesn’t even hesitate.
“…always.”
