Love At First Kick

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Jimin left my room last night, or should I say this morning, about 2. He was too excited to sleep.

And now I've been watching him talk to the coach by the court for the last 10 minutes or so, trying to stay warmed up until his fight.

He was smiling about something, lifting up his knees and making half circles with his bent legs and running his hand through his hair. He is so attractive that it makes me wanna cry.

'I hope this isn't too far for me to go, but I gotta say, that man could be a damn model if he ever decided to.' Imanu says to me, leaning close so only I could hear her

'I've been telling him that since I've met him.' I nod in agreement

She couldn't ve more right. That perfect face of his is impossible to look away from. And having that silver hair pulls him apart from everyone else even more. He's turned to the coach in his left, so we can see his profile perfectly.

That jawline is so damn sharp you could cut a finger. Perfect, small nose, and those plump lips that every person is jealous of. And wearing that dobok is a compliment to the dobok. White, with black stripes, and that black belt around his waist... wet dreams just looking at him.

'You've got something here.' Sool nudges me, motioning to my chin. I was about to wipe it, but then he added. 'It's drool.' And started snickering, making Imanu and Wonhu laugh.

'Fuck you.' I laughed, punching him lightly. But I can't even say he's lying.

'It's incredible to me how flustered you get just looking at him.' He teases

'I know. I can feel my cheeks burn, don't worry.' I raise my hand to stop him from talking

'Your man is waving at you.' Imanu nudges me

'JIMINSHIIII!!!' I started waving back, jumping

He gave me the biggest smile, sending little finger hearts back to me, so I sent one huge one above my head.

'Hinhyuk hyung is getting up on the court.' Wonhu pulls our attention. I was watching Jimin the entire time, so I paid no attention to anything else

The announcements and national anthems went off, they put the equipment on, and the fight started.

I looked over to where his wife was supposed to be, and sure enough, she was cheering on like crazy. It's sad that she can't sit with us. She is all on her own. She doesn't seem like she minds it, though. Her eyes were glued to him.

She was so entertaining to watch as she cheered on and got mad when he got hit. I wonder if that's what I look like when I watch Jimin fight.

She wasn't the only one cheering him on.  Plenty of Korean fans were here, and our entire team cheered him on.

First round was pretty close. He was leading by 1 point the entire time.

Second round was close as well, with it going to the other guy with 2 points up.

Unfortunately, he kept the lead up until the end. Hinhyuk took over at one moment, but he ended up losing in the second half of the last round with 3 point difference.

But it was a damn good fight. He is an amazing fighter. And he still got himself silver, which is incredible.

He got a standing ovation once they pronounced him to be the silver medalist. He seemed extremely happy, too. And his wife was waving at him, smiling brightly. She must be so proud. I know I would be in her place, too.

Seeing how happy he was, no one else felt bad about him losing. It is the Olympics after all.

'That fight was crazy to watch. They were both so good.' Sool commented, having everyone agree with him

'Aaand there he goes.' Imanu giggled as we watched Jimin climb up those stairs

'OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!' I started squealing

'Are you okay, noona?' Wonhu laughs at me

'I'm so excited to watch him fight.' I kept squealing.

'Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the finals of the Olympic Games Taekwondo in the men's category -63kg. The two fighters that are currently preparing themselves are Juan Santos and Jimin Park.'

'In red shield, we have Juan Santos from Sevilla, Spain. He is only 19, and he has made it here. He has a lot of accomplishments under his belt, like winning European Championships twice, silver at the Grand Slam, and Silver in the worlds.'

'The extraordinary fighter in the blue shield comes from Seoul, Korea. His name is Jimin Park, and he is 25 years old. He has been a part of the Korean national team for the last 4 years and hasn't lost a single fight since then. 2 World Championships. 4 Asia Championships. 3 Grand Slams. Japan Open. India Open. You name it, and you will find a number 1 next to his name. He has won it all.'

He bowed to all 4 sides of the arena, earning thunderous applause. Poor announcer had to yell over the cheering to be heard.

'We will soon find out which one of these fighters will take home the gold. Will it go to Spain, with the young wonder of a fighter, or will it go to Korea with a fighter that no one can beat? Let's find out. Good luck to the both!'

'JIMINSHIIIII!!! WHOOOOO!!!' He can't hear shit. I can barely hear myself. But that won't stop me. I already lost a lot of my voice in the last days, but I'm about to go full Darth Vader. 'KICK HIS ASS!'

'Calm down. They are only testing the shields.' Sool laughs at me

'I don't care. K.O. HIM!' I yell again, and all three of them start laughing

'I wish I had someone so passionate about my fight.' Wonhu teases

Imanu started trolling him a bit again, but it just went into one ear and went out through the other. All I could focus on was Jimin.

They tested those shields and got in their positions, ready to fight.

'IT'S STARTING! IT'S STARTING!' I started smacking everyone and everything around me

'WE CAN SEE!' Imanu yelled back at me, trying to catch my hand so I'd stop slapping her. I can't help it. I'm just so excited.

Those few seconds before his fight started seemed like the longest time. Even through all the banging and screaming in the arena, all I could hear was my heart, beating like crazy in my head.

Go get him, baby.