My Admirer

The roar of the crowd faded as Dunk knelt, holding Sare’s shoulders. “Sare,” he began, his voice soft, “before we go, promise me that you'll always stick to my side and behave.” The little girl nodded, her eyes wide and innocent, making Dunk smile as he ruffled her hair. “Good girl, let’s go.”
He led Sare to the edge of the baseball field, finding a spot to sit. His eyes scanned the players, searching for a familiar figure. “Where is he?” he mumbled to himself, a hint of impatience in his voice.
Sare’s small hand poked his arm. “Look,” she said, pointing. Dunk followed her gaze and saw him – Joong, practicing with the team. “Isn't that your faen?” she asked, her eyes blinking with pure curiosity.
Dunk’s heart skipped a beat. He was afraid of disappointing her, so he simply nodded. “Yes,” he confirmed, pulling out his camera. He released Sare’s hand for a moment, lifting the camera to capture shots of Joong, lost in his own world of admiration.