Kartop because yes!
g!p rina
She's got her mouthguard in, the helmet strapped to her head for protection, the wrestling uniform with her school's name on it.
Oh and last but not least? She's got her game on.
"I'm gonna win, Yu"
"Keep telling yourself that." She patted the girl on the back.
She gets herself into position, her opponent ready to pounce with full force and confidence.
But it's not enough confidence to convince Jimin that her opponent would actually win.
One signal from the referee and the match starts.
Merely all of Jimin's weight presses against the other girl, strangling her firm enough to let the girl make her next move.
And she does, her opponent swinging her over to pin the girl up this time, her arms locking Jimin's head.
They're both trying to resist, sweat already trickling down their face.
Jimin needed to find a way to unlock herself from the girl's grip.
So she flung her arms around her, tripping the girl to the ground as she squirmed.
She laid there on top of the girl, knowing that this was the end of the match, she could feel it.
And the referee slapped the mat 3 times, followed by a whistle, this grin on her lips when the crowd cheers.
That match ended quick.
Before the next one, Jimin got herself a little break.
She's sitting on the bench near the gym door, downing a whole bottle of her own water as her other hand wiped the beads of sweat clinging onto her skin.
"Hey! Nice one over there!"
She turns to look at the person beside her, a teammate of hers. Shin Ryujin.
"God..you and your damn strength Jimin—" she laughed.
Because she knew what it was like to go against Jimin. Ryujin's done it a couple of times to understand it herself.
"That was too easy." Jimin rolled her eyes, the cocky grin curled against her lips.
And that's the pride and dignity in Jimin talking.
"Who you going against after this?"
Jimin shrugged. "Don't know,"
But speaking of who, she did get a little curious, her eyes looking up at the Jumbotron where her opponent's name was displayed.
"KIM MINJEONG"
"..oh shit" Ryujin muttered in shock.
"What?"
"Kim winter? Have you gone against her before??" Her teammate looked at her with the widest eyes.
"No. So?"
"I don't know man, the next match is gonna be pretty tough—" Ryujin shook her head in doubt.
"Quit talking shit Ryu-"
"You're Jimin, right?"
This figure approached them.
A girl. She's in her uniform as well, the tight polyester spandex outlining her fine figure, hair tied in a slick ponytail, a cold dull presence.
Jimin watched the smile curl up on this girl's lips, the dimples that struck something in Jimin.
She wasn't sure what..but the girl was unsettling.
