➪ꏳꀍꍏᖘ 044

Jungkook was hot.

What he meant with this, was that he'd been physically heated after a three hour long workout session, previously having just slumped over the bench that he had been doing chest on.

A wet patch of sweat sat attached to the grey material between his pectorals,continuously he tries to detach the sweaty article from his hot skin,and it's that what he's busy with as he jogs up the stair of his apartment complex,quite greatful that the private gym was just three floors down his penthouse,and having the privacy of a whole floor quite has it's privacy perks, meaning he was free to dispose of the sweaty tank that clung to his skin.

He does just that as he he nears his floor,the ping of the elevator door that alerts him to step outside of the cubicle box.The lightning of above glints down onto his shiny skin,his gaze focused onto that of his phone as he nears the entrance of his penthouse.

Albeit due to the downward angle of his gaze,he does not spot the awaiting couple conversing with each other in his doorway,a conversation that is stopped by the subtle tap of his sneakers against the smoothly polished floor,and definitely not aware of the dry swallow that goes down Ymori's throat at the sighting of him.

So maybe she might've been brave enough to shit talk him behind his back, conversations that Arielle had participated in herself countless times as well,but never having personally met the man in all his big and buff glory,it now seems her bravado was disappointingly dissipating like mist in front of the sun.

For one,she was now afraid that she might make a beeline for a way out of here,was it not the steady grip her boyfriend had on her waist.

What is embarrassing,is that Jimin knows exactly how she feels due to how she,unbeknownstly of course, pushes slightly deeper into Jimin's chest with each step that Jungkook takes nearer to them,and she gives a light shove to his toned abdomen when his chuckling drifts to her ear.

"Relax sweetness,I'd bet he'd be more shy of you than you him."
He soothes,a warm hand traveling down her arm that elicits a shiver down her spine.

She doubted that information to be true,but again the confines of her brain unsuccessfully tries to figure out how Arielle so easily had this man beneath her thumb.

Or at least,that was how it seemed with the report of Jimin and his whiny tone each time he called to bemoan of how unfairly he was sat aside like a cold piece of dried fish.

It just seems there could be no way that this big tall darkly alluring man with sweat glinting over his rippled upper exposed body,was as Arielle described him.

He looked as if he could crush her head between his biceps,and she shudders at the thought of it actually happening to her.

"I see you switched the alcohol to physical torture now?"
She hears Jimin talking above her,and she's acutely aware of it, how her 5'5 height fails her in the presence of men both over 5'10.

Fuck this.

Echoes through her mind when he glances up at them through an hooded gaze, slight surprise going through it as his eyes settle first on her,long enough, intense even more as he scrutinises her from head to toe,how she must be nudged beneath Jimin's chin,then finally on Jimin himself that narrows his eyes at the flicker of interest that glints in Jungkook's dark orbs.

A subtle raise of his brows before he narrows his eyes right back at Jimin.

And oh God,she sees why Arielle had to work so hard to keep this man's reputation clean and ended up in the mist of it all as well.

Now, usually she could hold her own around men twice her size,but ever since meeting Jimin,the one and only human man that made her feel like a schoolgirl giggling and twirling her curly bush over a crush, she'd found herself becoming quite more acquainted with holding her own.

Against men other than Jimin.

But maybe the two best friends now in her presence share the traits that made her so awfully shy and flustered?

How in the fucking hell was Jungkook supposed to be scared of her when she was literally trying to hide herself in Jimin's chest,still unconsciously pushing her full body deeper into his toned front, wanting so bad to shrink away.

For God saken Christ.
You're entering the golden age of your thirties soon woman,get it together!

"Sweets,Jungkook's trying to ask you something."
Jimin tightens his hold around her waist abit,and it successfully wakes her out of her internal turmoil.

It also excells in reminding her of the marks Jimin left when he fucked her abit incoherent on his cock.

Now was not the time,damnit.

She seems to snap herself out it,and then the practised and praised version comes out to show herself.

The one the media was used to,the one brands used to model for them,the one that could play a man like a flute and then leave him without any acknowledgement.

"Jungkook right?"
She steps away from Jimin's warmth,one that she was already shivering without,as she extends a hand and ignores the way the tips of her fingers tremble abit.

"Jungkook Jeon,yes.
Amori Timbre?"
His hand envelops her,and she thinks to herself how much bigger this man must be than both her and her best friend,one that was just two feet taller then her.

And one that was in desperate need of a spanking that she hoped this Jungkook dude would be able to use to his aid when fucking some sense into Arielle.

Or talked,it didn't matter.

"Also, Jimin's girlfriend,I'm presuming?"
His tone is soft as it is deep,and for the first time she notices the shy way he seems to keep her gaze.

Oh.
This is probably what Arielle had been raving on about.

"Yes,you assumed correctly.
Also,here in courtesy to see if I can talk some sense in the other half of the coupling."
She pulls her hand back to tug Jimin's warm palm into her's,still needing the assurance that he's still there and she wasn't left alone with this intimidating yet shy man.

There's a confused look that settles over his features and it's only when Jimin coughs into his hand to disguise the soft laughter that he seems to catch on.

Delfated,Amori watchs as a somber looks settles over his face when his gaze meets hers again.

She steels herself against it with one of her own, hating how her best friend had been away for a mere week and she's still been crying to Amori about how the sun is too hot,how the Ice cream melts to quickly or how she just misses him too much.

She never mentioned who the he was,but everyone would know with how she asks how a certain Jeon is evertime Amori picks up a call.

A certain Jeon that seems as if he's going to be a hard shell to crack through.

That was fine though,she was quite comfortable with a challenge.

And if the challenge didn't want to let up,she could always try with something even more persuasive.

After all,what little damage could a small white lie do?

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I literally love Amori's character,kinda wish I could've protrayed more of her in the story.
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