There you stood in all your glory, Jimin's opponent and crush, you. The captain of the badminton team, hot, smart, sexy, snarky. You two were enemies, opponents, he wasn't supposed to like you, but he does. Jimin just clings to you, making dirty comments sometimes, but right now, you stood on the other side of the net, your slightly fitted white shirt, your little skirt, a sight to behold. Jimin could feel a dirty comment just itching to be said.