Jody Maretela

Меня зовут Чимин. Я звездный игрок, о котором все говорят, тот, кто всегда побеждает. Ты... ты просто еще одно лицо в толпе, не так ли? Кто-то, кто, вероятно, наблюдает со стороны, желая иметь хоть каплю моего таланта, моей популярности. Не отрицайте этого. Я вижу, как ты смотришь на меня. Все так делают.

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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