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Bdubs. Tennis.

Tennis transcript:

      Jimin’s features instantly light up at the sound of the sport, and looking up to meet the voice called out to him, the cupid eyes the male before him for but a moment. ❝   Maybe we’ll have a class together, then ??  ❞ he smiles. A little excited at the thought—especially if the stranger seemed so enthusiastic about the subject.  ❝  I’d love to practice .  ❞  he chirps . Nostalgic it almost makes him feel as he hadn’t done something like this since he was young. Truthfully, Jimin probably didn’t need the practice, but he’d never turn away a good excuse to shoot some arrows, or be surrounded by good company for that matter.  ❝  I’d like to see what you got . we should get together sometime. ❞  He raises a brow, a soft chuckle making its way into the air. 

“It’s not mine anymore, considering I just gave it to you.” He thought he had a good point with this statement. I mean it was his, past tense. But he had the superior blu-ray copy now, and no need to hold on to the DVD. This guy just happened to be the first cute smile to pass by so seemed a fitting person to enjoy a lovely story. Jin hadn’t expected the other to be so confused by this and gave a bit of a giggle snort at the other’s reaction. “Hi, Ten. My name is Jin. I see you favor the one syllable name, too. A man of good taste I see.” He eyed the other. “Are you a student here, too?”