"What are you doing?" Jungkook asked, his voice strict and his face composed, yet the tone was so insulting that Jimin wanted to counter back.

"I thought it was the back exercise, I am sorry," the other man started to explain when Jungkook raised his hand in front of him for him to stop talking.

"I really didn't think it was a big deal, Mr. Jeon-"

"When you lift the bar, your feet feel the strain. I am the trainer here, so you should listen to me without making excuses for your sightless inanity."

Jimin huffed, feeling his breathing increasing again after he'd managed to cool down post his workout. "May I leave then, Mr. Jeon?" He asked, bitterly pushing off the name from his tongue. He completely forgot how Mr. Jeon was almost like a different man after living with Jungkook for a month and a half who laughed and knew how to have fun.

"Not yet, follow me to my office,"

Jungkook left the gym area, walking through the lobby towards the acquainted office that Jimin was all too familiar with as he followed behind.

"Do you need any more classes apart from physical training?" The trainer asked before gesturing to Jimin to take a chair while getting around the table and picking his own chair so he could see the man in front of him.

"Like?" Jimin followed.

"Like image building, what your friend, Hoseok took. Or therapy for your emotional affliction," the brunette stole a glance to see the bronde's reaction but saw nothing there. "Health doesn't only consist of physical state anymore, in fact, WHO has come up with a new definition of health in which sexual health is also incorporated. You need to be satisfied at all ends. Let me know if I can be of any help. Think over it."

Jimin thought for a moment. He was surely carrying emotional baggage. A few months couldn't heal the pain of a burned-out 10-year-old relationship. He didn't know if he really wanted to talk about Kim-Bee with Jungkook, especially now, when the man wasn't a stranger anymore. "Who would take therapy and other sessions?

"We have specialists. Since you are training under me, I will have all the sessions arranged for you primarily. You would have to just let me know," Jungkook looked collected, not referring to Jimin as Mr. Park, but also not referring to him as Jimin either.

"I will think about it, Mr. Jeon. Am I free to go now?" The bronde asked, looking at Jungkook's face with an expectation that the man would loosen up a bit in the privacy of his office, but Jungkook only blinked and nodded.

Jimin stood up and was out of the gym the next moment, thinking if Jungkook was being professional or if was it something else that he wasn't able to catch.

Meanwhile, Jungkook held his head, looking at his table and then banging his hand there. All he wanted to do was train people and go back home in peace, but now, his mind was occupied with Jimin when the bronde would never return his feelings if he was to express them first. With a grain of salt, he had to suffer through it all, perhaps see Jimin moving on in a few years and settling down with a beautiful lady, having kids, while he'd always be stuck here in the vicious circle of tedium.

When he returned home, Mee sat with him at the dinner table. "How is Jimin?" She asked with a vibrant smile.

Chuckling with a heavy heart, Jungkook craned his neck to look at her in bewilderment. "He left just two days ago."

"Did you make him work hard?" Mee ignored the snarky remark.

"Not as hard as I will in the future, but he can take it. He's a tough guy."

"Totally your type," Mee snickered, not even trying to be subtle about it.

"I am not his type, Mee," Jungkook focused on his plate, the food suddenly going tasteless in his mouth. He would imagine having Jimin in his arms at night and watching a rom-com together, or fighting about pizza. He knew if he didn't stop himself from having these toxic-sweet daydreams, he would soon be at the mercy of the therapist in his own center.

"You never know, Jungkook. Sometimes people need to realize and look at the world in three dimensions rather than just black and white. If he sees it from a different angle, I have a feeling that he'll appreciate it too. I would say don't assume and help him see things from your perspective."

"I will see you tomorrow, Mee. Good night."

Jungkook stood up and directly walked up to his room. The words were supposed to bring him comfort, but they didn't. He knew the ground reality, he knew the look with which Jimin gazed at him, there was nothing there. With the frustration building in him, his hand went for the waistband of the pajamas. "Jimin," he hummed as his cold fingertip touched the slit of his member.

"Why can't I stop thinking about you?" Jungkook groaned, hastily getting out of his clothes and getting on the bed. His hand started in slow motion, but soon, the wanking turned fast. Jungkook's eyes were closed shut as he imagined Jimin sucking him, working towards milking him with his mouth while sitting on his knees.

The speed increased, and his mouth huffed out air. All he wanted was to chase his orgasm, but at the same time, he wanted to keep witnessing Jimin candidly like he was at that moment. The man blowing him looked too seductive, and then fucking him, he was a god. He wanted to get wrecked by Jimin and wanted to wreck him badly in return. "Oh, Jimin..."

Gasping out through his mouth as his throat went dry, he shot a big load all over his thighs that dripped onto the bed.

When his eyes opened, he couldn't feel too good about himself. All he could feel was a strong urge to have Jimin in his bed. His eyes were looking at his car keys. He knew that if he took one step towards it, he'd go to Jimin and force him if he had to. With that thought, he breathed deeply and walked around the room, naked. "I am not a monster. I can never hurt Jimin. But if I really need something, I have to go take it. But Jimin isn't a thing. I need to fucking get my head straight!"

Screaming, he rushed to the bathroom, not choosing the keys as he knew he'd never be proud of that decision. This side in him was never known to him, but it terrified him enough to tame himself. In the next few minutes, he was out of the house to go for a walk.

The park where he and Jimin came over the weeks suddenly started giving him anxiety. He knew it was an attraction at first sight, but he never felt such a strong infatuation with anyone else. If it was someone less desirable than Jimin, he could certainly fool his heart, but Jimin was the definition of a man he'd been dreaming about since he was practically a kid. How could he keep living his life knowing that the man he wanted was right in front of him, only he couldn't do anything about it and someone took him away?

The ice cream truck where the two generally ate had Jungkook smiling. "You now owe me fifty ice creams, Jimin," he'd said one night.

"Fifty?" Jimin had chuckled at him, making his heart stop. "You agreed to train me for free and you worry about ice cream?"

He sat down on the bench in the park, staring at the ice cream truck for minutes. It was when his phone buzzed that he snapped out of his trance. Getting up, he started walking back to his house while texting away.

**

Jimin was fast asleep in his new apartment in Seoul. Leaving Busan behind was the best thing he thought happened in a long time. All those years when Kim-Bee was being disloyal to him, or his own parents weren't entirely there for him, he was cocooned under his uncle's shadow for a long time. At one point, he forgot his parents used to be a big part of his life and he lived as he didn't need them anymore, but who could be happy without their parents' love? It affected him, even if he didn't talk about it. Love became something he craved, but it always came with conditions and at a cost.

His room was perfectly cooled at twenty degrees and his lips were squished onto one another when he jostled up, hearing aggressive knocks on the door. Jumping to his feet, he rushed to answer it.

As the door opened, Jungkook saw Jimin's bare torso and a heavily detailed tattoo across his rib on the left side. Unable to read the word, in danger of ogling the man, he averted his gaze on Jimin's face. "It's five-thirty," he flashed his Apple smartwatch and Jimin just stood there, petrified, regretting his life's decision when he asked Hoseok to take him to Jungkook.

"Jimin? Are you okay?" Jungkook now smiled slightly at the bronde's messy hair, puffy eyes, and swollen face.

After careful consideration, Jimin's voice came out extremely raspy. "I slept late, can we skip today?"

"No, most definitely not. Get some clothes on and come out," the brunette declared, getting inside the house and looking around the dark living room.

He heard Jimin closing the door behind him as he continued to walk inside and saw the bronde walk across the hall and disappear into a room that he assumed must be the bronde's bedroom. There was an open kitchen by the door, the living room was spacious with black leather couches placed around a big table. Everything was different from his house. The interiors were rather elegant here.

Plopping down on the couch, he turned on the lamp that was placed on top of the cabinet and waited. A few minutes turned to twenty when Jungkook craned his neck around. "DID YOU GO BACK TO SLEEP IN THERE?!"

Jimin didn't answer.

The brunette got up and was reluctantly walking towards the bedroom when the bronde came out, dressed in grey sweats. "What are we doing?" He asked lethargically.

"Trying a little jog if you can, else we are walking. Then you are telling me about the other sessions that you require."

"I don't need other sessions," Jimin was quick to interject, raking his fingers through his hair and beginning to saunter towards the exit door.

"Let me recall it in case I've forgotten," Jungkook grew impatient now. "Your best friend got married. You proposed to your girlfriend the same night, and after she rejected the proposal, you badly wanted to come to see me. You did succeed and met me, broke your foot, recovered, and started physical training under me, and now you are saying you don't need other sessions when you wanted to see me for that, to begin with. Did I cover everything or would you like to enlighten me?"

Jimin stopped, sighing to control his temper, and turned around to look at Jungkook. "I don't feel the need to take any other session anymore, Mr. Jeon. If you could just let it go, we can get at least one thing done. It's too early in the morning for arguments."

The solemnity on Jimin's face had Jungkook's heart in ruins. Never had he wanted to upset the bronde, but he did it. Without uttering a word, he walked out with Jimin.

As they approached the park tracks, he started to help Jimin with stretching. "Do I really have to stretch so much?" Jimin asked, the words were as though he was annoyed by it, but the tone used by the bronde was indifferent to his emotions.

"Without warm-up and stretching, there are more chances of injury with your stiff muscles," Jungkook explained, indicating Jimin to stretch out his arms. Holding Jimin's palms after getting behind him, he brought them back until the back of those palms touched each other behind the bronde's head. "Does it hurt?"

Jimin shook his head.

Slowly, Jungkook began to push more. "Tell me when it does, I will stop."

Jimin focused on pain, but it never came. He knew his body was flexible, but it wasn't the case with Jungkook so the trainer was quite impressed, and also bewildered at the man's physique. Repeating the exercise thrice, he directed Jimin to touch his toe by bending down with straight knees.

Jimin followed the routines and then gawked at Jungkook. "Why aren't you stretching?"

"Have you ever seen doctors cutting themselves? They operate on the patient, Mr. Park. Focus, please." As Jungkook now did a few quick jumping jacks, Jimin only chuckled airily, seeing the trainer sprinting away while he started his slow jog. This was going to be a long day, Jimin knew, but he had to do something about the timing as he could be everything, but not a morning person.

1 May 2022