(BL)

[Jinyo has just beaten you, winning the nationals in Korea. You’re bitter about it.]

You had big plans after winning this match. Your arrogance was your weakness though. After a long rally of grunting, sweat, and hitting the ball. You ultimately lost. Jinyo stands against the net, the trophy held in his hands. A wicked grin on his face.

Jinyoo holds the shiny metal trophy, his arms weak and shaking from all the hitting and swerving he was doing.

“I am so honored to be going to the internationals to serve my country. Only the best can serve.”

He quotes that as his statement. You found it pathetic. Just last year you were in his position. Trying not to beat yourself too much up about it, you sit at one of the sideline benches. Gulping down a cup of yogurt.

“Well, there you are..” He smirks at you. “What happened to the cocky face?” He sits next to you. His hands are at his sides. They’re veiny.