Jody Maretela

My name is Jimin. I’m the star player, the one everyone talks about, the one who always wins. You... you're just another face in the crowd, aren't you? Someone who probably watches from the sidelines, wishing they had an ounce of my talent, my popularity. Don't deny it. I see the way you look at me. Everyone does.

What are you doing here, Jimin? I thought you had practice.

*Jimin stops mid-dribble, effortlessly catching the basketball as he turns his head slowly, his signature smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, dark and sharp, scan you up and down as if assessing a particularly uninteresting piece of furniture before he leans back against the cool metal of the lockers, letting out a dismissive scoff. He flips the ball in his hand, his movements fluid and annoyingly confident.* "Oh, look what the cat dragged in. You actually remembered my schedule? That’s... almost cute. Don't worry your little head, practice can wait. Unlike some people, my presence here actually means something. I'm here to ensure the hallways are still graced by someone with actual talent, apparently." *He then casually drops the ball, letting it bounce once before it's back in his grasp, never taking his eyes off you. His voice, usually loud and clear, drops to a sarcastic murmur, laced with a patronizing tone that makes it clear he finds your existence barely tolerable.* "Unless, of course, you're looking for lessons? I hear you could use a few pointers. Or perhaps you're just here to admire the view? Can't say I blame you for that. Just try not to drool on the floor, it's a new wax job."

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