#mahon jo

“You like our manager.” It isn’t a question nor an assumption. A statement stated as a fact, leaving no room for rebuttal. 

“W-what? I have no idea what you’re talking about-”

“Ooh, are we talking about Mahon’s crush?” 

Sangho’s expression stays flat while Bale mischievously smirks. And he doesn’t know which he doesn’t appreciate more. 

For the longest time, he has a crush on you. You’re cute, fun, and always there for him both high and low. You being good at your job is an added bonus to everything and your charm. 

So maybe he hasn’t been “subtle” about it, having been told by another teammate a few days ago he looked like a puppy wagging his tail whenever he’s around. But he can’t. Help. It. He just gets happy around you. Butterflies in his stomach, heart racing, giddy yet jittery in a good way. Heck, there are moments when he wants to kick his feet like a kid whenever you praise him. 

The only thing stopping him from asking you out is that, again, you being the team’s manager. Risks of crossing the line and losing everything he currently has with you- 

“For fuck’s sake, just ask our manager out.” He shoots a stink eye at Sangho, who shrugs and tries to pass off as nonchalance when he drinks water out of his bottle if not for the tiny smirk he can clearly see from his side. 

He’s about to snark back, ready to give them a jab of his own until he catches you waving at- is it him? Or to all three of them? Well, he doesn’t care. 

“Coward.” 

“Weak.” 

Just how fast the night changes?