𝐋𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫▸𝐯𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝟎𝟎𝟐; 𝘢𝘭𝘭'𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳

The tournament field is vast, earthy and filled with types of equipment of all sorts. There are seats all around it in a circle as though it were a stadium and it resembled one much. Jimin is sat in the middle row, many servants and guards accompanying him as some hold his umbrella for him, others keep his water ready and others fan him so he doesn't get too hot. Though he's not the biggest fan of the sweaty atmosphere as the afternoon progresses or the sandy field, he is still excited to see his best friend excel at his skill and win this thing

A smile teases his lips as his eyes search for Namjoon in the massive crowd of bulky players, next to him is Jin, fanning himself and looking around with interest, taking notice of every player and being impressed. Jimin frowns when he fails to spot Namjoon in the sea of players as he turns to look at Jin "Do you see Joonie Hyung? I can't see him anywhere" he pouts softly and Jin smiles at his cuteness, finding himself getting lost in awe as he raises his hand and pats his friend's head

"Be patient, Minnie, the fight will start soon and then you can see him" His voice is velvety and Jimin smiles slightly at his sweet tone before turning his head toward the field again, had it been anyone else they'd be swayed by Jin's sugary tone and gentle touch but Jimin was used to it, he had been pampered by the latter all his life and it barely effected him anymore, it had now became a norm. Not long after, the loud sound of drums echo in the stadium-esque place announcing the start of the event and Jimin scrunches his nose at the sound. 

The commentator starts speaking in a large megaphone, introducing the event and welcoming all the attendees as the crowd roars and cheers in response making Jimin huff from their nonsense. The introduction goes awfully long before the commentator finally starts explaining the competition and elucidating the one that's about to take place. The commentator explains it's a one Nobleman versus one Commoner competition and starts listing all the rules, he goes on to speak about how all players will go through a series of duels and whoever is the last one standing, will win.

To put into perspective, the game goes a little something like this; Two players will be put on the field, they'd have fifteen minutes to finish the fight, and whoever loses will get replaced by a new player of the same rank (I.e a Nobleman for a Nobleman) and in the end whoever is the last man standing, takes the prize. If neither player loses in the fifteen minutes, a draw will be exclaimed.

Jimin nearly yawns at all the unnecessary talking of the man as he slumps in his seat and almost dozes off, if it hadn't been for his best friend, he would never be here watching such nonsense, the blond inhales a sigh, crosses his arms and prays to have these hours pass by quickly. The fights start and Jimin does his best to keep himself engaged but the more he watches the competition, the more bored he gets and he doesn't know when his eyelids grew heavy and when he shifted toward Jin, rested his head on his shoulder, and murmured a soft

"Wake me when Namjoon Hyung plays"

And as if like even the heavens were his fans, time ticked away like it were not long hours but mere minutes, and now came the final round, slumber remained his best friend before Jin tapped his shoulder and jolted him awake from his sleep. His eyelids fly open as he looks around, fear rattling the confines of his chest because he finds himself in a haze of sleep and in an unknown place, next to the scent of an unknown omega. He sits up straight, scoots away from Jin and gazes at him who immediately realizes Jimin's alert "It's okay, it's me" the brunette assures him and Jimin has to rub his eyes a little to get back to his senses

Licking his lips he stares at Jin with furrowed brows "Namjoon's playing" he speaks softly and Jimin takes a second to register his words before he relaxes the slightest, lets his guards drop because he reckons he's not alone but within the safety of his friend as he scoots back toward Jin and stares forward. His eyes are still slightly red but he looks as pretty as ever, with his squinted eyes and slightly tousled strands. His stare fixates on the two players on the field who look tiny from up his perspective and tries to make sense of whatever they're doing