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𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 — 𝟑:𝟑𝟐 𝐩𝐦
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the heavy metal music couldn't be heard from downstairs, not through the soundproof walls and padding installed to keep his private quarters nearly impossible to know what went on up there. just the way jungkook preferred it.

the routine days made it easy to move around the center, knowing who was where and when they came and went. the ravenette could plan his moves and calculate his presence accordingly — who abuses equipment, who tended to break the rules, who need to pushed back into line. everything was a game to him, a game he'd always be in control of.

his sneakers hit the metal steps down to the bottom floor, grunts and the smell of sweat filled the open room despite high ceilings and quality air conditioning. jungkook stopped about halfway down, just resting his elbows on the cold metal to watch those working out and training down below.

it was never crowded or too busy, not here. the jeon-kali fitness center was more fancy than a typical gym. it was a membership for those willing to open their wallet even after seeing the bill and put in the hours to make it worth it. those that came were a mix of people dedicated to boxing while the rest were wasting their parents money like pocket change.

namjoon was one of the good ones. he came regularly and did his lessons and left without much of a fuss — because he wasn't an immature high school teenager trying to prove a point. there was a difference between actually training and then just going to the gym so you could tell your friend that you did. the inked up boy could care less either way as long as he was getting paid.

speaking of good ones, they had just parked outside the building, one holding a gym bag while the other two held  half eaten cheese fry bags. "walking in there with greasy food is like two lambs greeting a bunch of wolves." namjoon said, finally taking off his sunglasses as they approached the front doors of jeon-kali fitness center.

taehyung looked up at the windows, unable to see inside until the doors opened to show a front desk and another sign displaying the companies name in big fancy letters. the outside certainly didn't do the inside justice, not with bland walls and blacked out windows and nothing but the company name to show what was actually here. but inside, taehyung rose his eyebrows at the sleek machines and padded floors for wrestling or yoga or whatever people did here. there was a purple and black theme going on, black walls and purple accents throughout.

"does mom and dad know how much you are spending to be here?" taehyung could tell by the inside that it wasn't cheap to have a monthly membership here. his brother just shrugged, "does mom know how much you spend of shit drive thru food everyday before dinner?"

"touché." taehyung shoved another fry into his mouth and licked the cheese that stuck to his bottom lip. jimin did the same, but he made it grosser by licking the cheese off the fry first before eating it.

"can you two please not touch anything?" namjoon asked, seeing the grease on their fingers and the way they giggled when one nearly dropped cheese on their shirt or on the fancy fitness center floor. those two could never commit a crime, the stains their fingerprints would leave is ridiculous. he swiped his card and glanced over the counter, wondering where the owner was rather than at the front desk to monitor those entering.

the two boys just shrugged and continued to eat their meal, content little grins on their faces as they followed behind the eldest of the three. they group walked around the wall separating the front from the main gym area. "shit." jimin said it under his breath, looking at the sweaty bodies and flexing muscles surrounding them. "maybe i should start coming to the gym."

normally taehyung would have giggled, or shoved his friend lightly and made a comment about his best friend being too gay — but he was too busy looking around for a particular person. "here." taehyung held out the fast food bag to his friend for him to take. if his boyfriend saw him eating that he'd definitely make some statement about it having too much saturated fats or something. jimin didn't care, he took both bags and skipped over the bench beside the mat that namjoon was laying down on to sit-ups, his eyes glued to the mans torso.

taehyung rolled his eyes, and then he continued to look around. he definitely felt awkward standing there in his nice khaki pants and pastel yellow button down. it wasn't an outfit for the gym, not paired with the fancy brand name shoes he also had on.

the boy started to play with his hair again, the long tufts at the back of his head making great stress relievers right now as he tugged on them. taehyung awkwardly walked past the boxing ring, a big box in the middle with two big muscular dummies beating each other. he hated boxing, and wrestling, and basically any sport that resulted in blood and unnecessary bodily damage. one of the guys got knocked in the nose, the crack was so loud it had taehyung gasping and covering his mouth.

he had to look away — and that's how he ended up looking up. the boy was expecting ceiling, or so motivational posters on trying harder and meeting your goals. instead, taehyung saw a set of metal spiral stairs, leading up to a platform and a door with a big lock on it. what stopped his roaming gaze was the man standing on the stairs, a tall dark figure with even darker eyes staring down at the boxing ring below him with a scowl on his face. he had the type of face that looked like it hasn't smiled before, not with the way his thin lips were so firmly pressed in a tight line and his bold eyebrows were set slightly downward to show his discontent with whatever he was looking at.

taehyungs hand slowly lowered from his mouth, and he forgot about the broken nose he just witness maybe eight feet away from him, and he just stared at the man. he had pitch black hair, long and almost wavy on top of his head. he was absolutely handsome, and it was the piercings and ink disappearing underneath a white shirt that made him ten times more attractive. taehyung could even see the black markings through the thing fabric, and the way his muscles moved as he started down stairs.

he was too mesmerized to even realize that the two idiots in the ring had let their anger out, no longer boxing and now actually trying to fight and break some more things on their opponent. taehyung only shook himself from his thoughts when he realized he person he was staring at had roughly yanked apart the ropes surrounding the ring.

people were watching now, especially since the ravenette had clearly been pissed off enough to interject. jungkook grabbed the back of the broken nose guys shirt and roughly yanked him backwards with a simple tug, the boy landing on his back and hitting his head on the cushioned ring. his other hand had shoved the second guy away, creating enough distance to speak up, "if you guys want to scrap fight like a bunch of bitches then get out of my gym." his words were like ice and his eyes like fire, the whole place gone silent and listening to the venom that dripped from those words. "but if you want to train then grab some gloves and let's go."

no one moved a muscle, not those watching and certainly not the boy with the broken nose or the one still huffing in anger. jungkook rose an eyebrow and looked around, a challenging glance at those standing and staring. "anyone?" he dared someone to speak up against him. the tattooed male looked around, and those dark eyes stopped on an unfamiliar face.

his memory and routine and calculating mind worked to place that face with one he's seen before and a name on a membership in the system, but there's no way. jungkook would have remembered that face.

taehyung felt like an icy fist had grabbed onto his face when they locked eyes, he couldn't look away even if he really wanted to. it's like there was a death grip on him, and the poor boy wasn't sure if he loved it or highly despised that odd feeling of control that came over him. either way, the attractive guy broke it by looking away and falling back into that angry glare. "get your shit together." this time his words were directed to everyone.

jungkook tugged the ropes apart and threw a leg over, climbing out with ease and stomping back up the stairs with clunky shoes and an clear attitude stamped on every movement he made. taehyung was still staring, and he didn't even realize his best friend showed up.

jimin just sighed and knew exactly where his friend was staring. "i really fucking love the gym."

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