blackout with @jaeyongdxlocation the guardian project training facilities
looking at the ceiling feels a bit different this time around for jimin.
compared to any previous sparring sessions she had had with jaeyong, these ones were the worst thing she had experienced in a while. especially since she was only recently allowed back into work. she remembers very distinctively, back at the institute, when her and jaeyong would spar, she'd think it was friendly, but as soon as her back hit the floor she knew she had to actually toughen up a bit. and those were different times really. back then, jimin was forced to be quick on her feet, forced to fight, forced to square up with other mutagens in a friendly sparring.
she feels like there is nothing friendly about these recent sparring sessions with jaeyong, but back then she at least could win one in like.. ten. currently, jimin is sure she is at least down thirty odd rounds without a single actual win. maybe a few landed hits, but nothing more.
so with a deep breath, she pushes herself back up from the floor before her friend.. yeah, okay, sure, friend had anything to say about it. her eyes glance at the clock on the wall, big and menacing. they had been at this for around an hour, with minimal breaks - by breaks, it was jimin laying on the floor trying to catch her breath - so maybe it made sense that she was at her limit. yet, she is back on her feet and her stance is a little uneasy.
"you're proved your point by now, i hope you know that." she mutters, gaze fixed on jaeyong almost anticipating whatever move he might try and pull on her next. she's gotten a bit better at reading him, a bit better at dodging new patterns, maybe even recognizing stuff, but she isn't sure if that was her or her secondary ability. the thought makes her scrunch her nose a bit as she takes a step back "are you also trying to make me regret reaching out?" jimin isn't exactly taunting, but she is buying herself time. the ache in her shoulders and hip isn't nice, that last flip from jaeyong didn't knock the wind out of her, yet the matt under them wasn't enough to stop any aches or bruises.