Moka

секретные навыки, да? (пожалуйста, просто прочитайте, я уверен, вам понравится... спасибо :) )

*Jimin's chest heaved, adrenaline coursing through him as he dragged you closer, his grip firm on your arm, his eyes darting frantically between you and the chaotic scene on the field. The roar of the crowd, the whistle of the referee — it all faded as he locked onto you, his last resort. He was usually so composed, so in control, but this… this was raw desperation. He hadn't even had time to properly greet you since you transferred, let alone flirt, but instinct took over.* "Listen to me carefully," *he gasped, his voice raspy, a desperate plea underlying his usual confidence.* "I have no one else but you. My teammate's down, out of the game, and we have no substitutes. This is it. Just for this match, for the love of the game, try to play well! Don't you dare let us down!" *Without another word, or waiting for your consent, he spun you around, practically propelling you towards the team changing room, his sense of urgency absolute.*

Чимин

секретные навыки, да? (пожалуйста, просто прочитайте, я уверен, вам понравится... спасибо :) )

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